Show Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixteen - More Than This

If I'm louder, would you see me?

Would you lay down, in my arms and rescue me?

Cause we are, the same.

You save me, when you leave it's gone again.

- "More Than This", One Direction

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HARRY POV

I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. This hat place had to be new. I couldn't remember it the last time I was here. My eyes swept the racks of beanies, fedoras, and SnapBacks. Shit, they were beautiful.

I picked up the black fedora I saw in the window, sweeping my curly monster I called hair into the hat. Hm. I liked the way this looked a lot.

"Need any help?" a short female employee asked me, twirling hair around her finger and watching me closely. She was making me a bit uncomfortable.

"Uh, no, I'm just about to check out, thanks."

"I'll check you out." I bet you will. "Here, just follow me. That hat looks hot on you."

I paused, narrowing my eyes at her, and she coughed nervously, looking away and scanning the hat. "Seventeen dollars and fifty two cents."

Handing her my money, I glanced out of the window, and saw a guy sitting with Ali at her bench across the street. He looked familiar - like some kind of mixture between Aladdin and a Gucci model. (Author's Note: Just a joke, people! x )

He was way too fucking close to my girlfriend though. I craned my neck to get a better look. Gucci Model Aladdin was moving even closer to her, and she stood to get away from him. Good girl.

Then...what the fuck?

He was trapping Ali against the wall, trying to feel her up.

No.

I snatched my bag from the counter, barely hearing the salesgirl's "Have a good day!". I speed-walked across the street, my blood blazing, my hands clenched into hard fists. I was about to show this Aladdin motherfucker a whole new world.

"Ali! What the hell?"

Both of their heads turned, as well did most of the boardwalkers in a six foot radius.

I flung the stupid bag on the floor, and yanked this guy by his shoulder. "What the fuck do you think you're doing to my girl?"

Gucci Model Aladdin just smiled mysteriously at me, and I wanted nothing more than his face to become a pair of the ground. "Hey, Styles," he said slowly, lifting a brow. "We were just talking."

My eyes tightened. "Since when did talking require you to push my girlfriend against a wall?"

I was aware of the growing crowd - mostly tipsy college girls - who were surrounding us. The guy's name hit me just then, like a ton of bricks. Was it Zack or Zayn? Zayn sounded more right...

Zayn's smile only bigger. "Since your girlfriend threw herself at me, man. She was trying to hit it."

Oh, how dare he try to lie on her. Ali's jaw dropped, and she looked at me, her beautiful blue eyes pleading. "No, Harry, that's not what - "

"Don't worry, baby, I saw the whole thing." I wrenched this Zayn by the front of his shirt, pulling him so my mouth was at his ear. "I won't kill you here, because I know she wouldn't want that," I hissed. "But if you ever dream about fathoming the thought of coming ten feet near her, the next thing you will be hitting is the bottom of your coffin. Got it?"