Show Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Six - Heart Attack

I'm tryna be okay,

I'm tryna be all right,

But seeing you with him, 

Just don't feel right. 

- "Heart Attack", One Direction

HARRY POV

(Author's note ~ since this is a chapter told from our lovely Harry's point of view, there will be quite a bit of swearing. Just a heads up! x ) 

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"Oh, Harry, baby," Cher murmured in my ear that night. She pressed her naked body against mine, her cheeks still flushed and her hair mussed. "That was amazing."

I ran my hand through my matted hair, my fingers catching on a few tangled curls, still trying to catch my breath. "Uh huh." 

She slid her hand down my bare chest, her stupid nails scratching me. I could deal with her scratching earlier, but now, it's just plain annoying.

"Do you know how damn sexy you are?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I replied dryly, and she tittered at that. I stood up, stretching my sore back and arms. I snatched my robe down from my computer chair and wrapped it around myself. 

"Where are you going, babe?"

"Bathroom," I snapped. "Just shut the hell up and don't bother me."

"Will do!" she called, and I rolled my eyes, slamming the door behind me.

I turned on the faucet, scrubbing my hands, then gazed my reflection. My hair was hell. I couldn't believe I honestly had Cher in the next room, waiting for me. Using her as an attempt to get Ali out of my head was the dumbest thing I'd ever done. 

Ali. 

Her eyes. Her fucking eyes. They were...like puddles of water or something. Kind of like a daytime sky. Her dark hair was as creamy as a bar of chocolate, rich to full intent... 

I quickly splashed my face with chilled water, shaking my head. What the hell was wrong with you, Harry? I asked my shuddering reflection.

While Cher and I were...busy, I couldn't help but think about how badly I wished that was Ali. Ali grabbing my hair, Ali whimpering my name in that soft, sweet voice of hers, Ali underneath me, begging for more...

There was no way to brush off those thoughts. I tried, but it only seemed to make my desires worse. 

I remembered earlier today, seeing that blond guy wrap his arm around her small waist. The nerve of that asshole. I would've punched him out right there for testing me, but I wasn't going to hurt him in front of her.

Jesus. I let my head fall limply against the wall. Last year, I would've knocked him out while she watched without a second thought, but now... I cared about what she thought of me. And I just met the girl. Gods above, what was she doing to me?