Show Me 2 - Remember Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty One - Little Black Dress

Little black dress,

Just walked into the room.

Makin' heads turn

Can't stop looking at you.

It's so right, it's so right, it's so right you know.

- "Little Black Dress", One Direction

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HARRY POV

Holy fuck.

I'd come to this party miserable and completely pissed off with myself, now I was dirty-dancing at Louis' house with the girl I loved.

She looked so fucking stunning tonight, she immediately made me so damn hard that I could possibly cut a diamond with my hard on.

Holy hell, the way she could move. I've been dating her for damn near a year - on and off but who's counting - and I had no clue she could dance like this. The way she'd move her hips to the thumping song, the confidence she held her body with.

At first, I had no clue where to put my hands. Of course, I wanted them all over her breathtaking milky skin, but I wasn't sure how far she'd want me go.

My chest was heaving as if I'd run laps - and this is a fucking smoker talking. My stare lowered to my girl's mouth, where her tongue slipped out and glided over her red lips.

God damnit, I was rock hard.

I'd never wanted to fuck someone so much in my entire life, my need for this girl enveloped every thought in my head.

Ali's eyes, which were usually a clear, sky blue, were almost navy, a bedroom stare. Her lids were hooded and her usual creamy cheeks were flushed pink, and I swore I could've fallen on that floor. I needed something ice cold to pour down my back - I was overheated in all the wrong places.

She stared at me, lust dancing in those navy irises as she leaned up to my ear. My knees buckled, as Ali's sweet, out-of-breath voice hummed in my ear, "Not bad at all, Mr. Styles."

"I could definitely say the same about you, angel," I replied to her as she leaned away. "Where'd you learn to dance like that?"

Ali innocently shrugged one shoulder and I literally had to scramble for the reason why I didn't tackle to her to the floor just then. "Watching music videos."

I couldn't help but move in closer to her, rubbing my finger over her small chin. "Want to go upstairs for a little?" Fuck, my manhood just twitched. We were so close to each other that I prayed to god she didn't feel that.

A devious little light sparkled in her eyes as she smiled at me. This fucking sexy little minx. I murmured to her, "Because I want you...to come with me," I added on quickly. "Let's go upstairs, yeah?"

Ali looked at me, before leaning away from me and making her way up Louis' staircase. I growled, hurrying after her. She's so god damn beautiful.

Surprisingly, Louis' family's guest bedroom was unoccupied. The lights were so dim, I could only make out a few shapes of the bed and the chairs. Ali and I went inside, and I quietly shut the door behind us.

Ali sat down on the edge of the giant king size bed, crossing one long, flawless leg over the other. Jesus fucking Christ. If this image of this perfect, sexy girl sitting on a bed and tempting me with her eyes didn't make all the blood rush to my crotch. "So. What'd you want to talk about?"

I sat beside her, keeping my eyes on my hands. "Just...last night."

Ali moved closer to me. I was fucking reeling. I couldn't try to get Ali's sexy dress out of my head, she was driving me nuts. "What about last night, Harry?"