[ON HOLD] Defensive 'Till The End (Harry Styles, One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11 - the whore

 My pulse quickens when I hear a loud, angry knocking on my door. So loud that I can hear it over my music.

What if it's Harry here to apologize and explain to me it was all a big mistake and wants me back? No Rachel. You are done with him and he is clearly done with you. I shove down the false excitement and walk over to my door, not bothering to turn off my music.

I mentally scold myself when I feel my heart drop as I see my mom outside my door.

"Turn your dang music down NOW!" My mom is never angry and when she is it's serious.

I push pause on my iHome and walk over to my bed, face planting into my tearstained pillows.

I felt my bed shift and a warm hand pushing my hair back from my face. The touch reminded me of Harry and I hit my pillow. I need to stop thinking of him.

"Honey." My mom finally says. "What did he do this time?" Is it so obvious that Harry caused this? I probably shouldn't tell her because she'll tell me 'I told you so' or something like that.

"He's already sleeping with another girl. He got drunk and was ready to fuck a girl after like five hours after he actually kiss kissed me. I FUCKING HATE HIM!" I scream the last part on the top of my lungs and I turn on my back to look at my mom. 

"Cupcake... I" Here it comes... "I'm sorry." What?

"What?!"Why isn’t she yelling at me telling me she told me so? When I actually think about it, she never really told me Harry was bad for me or a player or anything. I wonder why not.

"I'm sorry cupcake. I don't really know what to say. I don't really know how to deal with broken hearts. But I know that -"

"Can we go to the gym...with Lucas?" I ask out of the blue. I had no idea where the idea came from but it seems like a good idea to hit, kick things, and listen to music through headphones so loud that I'm probably damaging my hearing.

"Um... sure cupcake... if you want to. You get changed into some yoga pants and then text Lucas. I'll go change." My mom said in her sweet caring tone that reminds me how thankful I am to have her as my mother.

Harry's POV

I race after Rachel as she runs down of my steps. I only stop because stupid that whore calls out my name. I want to chase after Rachel so badly and I know I can still catch her even though she is already halfway across the street. The whore grabs my arms and drags me inside. 

"C'mon baby, I want to feel you." I almost want to double over and puke at how she sounds with dirty talk. I hate it when girls talk dirty to me. Like I literally despise it. It's fucking disgusting. I'm too shocked of Rachel's reaction to really pay attention to her beginning to pull down my boxers, taking a hold of me.

How could she just act all nice and happy and shit when she saw me with the whore. I should probably stop calling this girl a whore but that is what she is. And I can't remember her name. I got piss drunk at the bar and brought home the first girl that I saw.

Rachel just acted like this didn't affect her. It had to! She cannot act like me fucking another girl a few hours after we kissed like that. 

That Kiss. That perfect kiss. I got all that shitty, butterfly shit that you read about. All I wanted to do was kiss her for fucking ever. Damn could she kiss. It was perfect. She is perfect and want her back. I need her back. I don’t want this random girl I want Rachel.

I finally come back to reality and notice that the whore is literally right above me ready for me to enter. I make a disgusted sound and pull the covers up over me. 

"Get out." I state blankly. The whore was obviously caught off guard and climbed off of me, stepping to the side of the bed.

"What?" She remarked all salty and shit. I wanted to slap her but knew that would be improper of me because she's a girl and blah blah.

"You heard me. Leave." For a second all her face held was shock.

"I'm right here butt naked waiting for you and you’re telling me to leave." She put her hand on her waist and leaned to one side. She isn't really that pretty anyway. Or at least nothing like Rachel. I feel like I'm betraying Rachel by looking at this girl naked even though I’ve betrayed her already. It feels wrong and I don't like it. There's this weird feeling in my stomach and I know exactly what it is. Guilt. 

"Yup now go you're starting to irritate me." I throw her thong - excuse me- piece of string and throw it at her. She let out a little whine but gathered all of her clothing, put it on and left without another word.

I threw the covers off of me and grab a pair of basketball shorts and a cut off shirt. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I step in and wash off the whore. I then step out. Dry off and put my clothes on. I sprayed a little cologne, grabbed my keys, slipped on my sneakers and was out the house. A good workout will calm my nerves before I go and try to win Rachel back even though I never really had her.

Oh no! They're both going to the gym....I wonder what will happen!! This is the last one for today so I hope you like it! I'm kind of drawing a blank so sorry. Love you guys!!