Chapter 6
*HARRY’S P.O.V*
“You’re a fucking cheater, Styles!”
I chuckled as I set my eyes to the TV monitor, I was always the best at FIFA and yet Oscar, one of my closest mates, never seemed to get the picture that I would always be the victor.
“Don’t hate the player hate the game, Oscar.”
I rested the joystick beside me, folding my arms behind my head as I leaned back into the couch conceitedly.
“Wipe that look off your face, Styles. You got lucky.”
“Lucky? When have you ever beaten me, Oscar?” I laughed. I loved to taunt.
He snorted, standing up and grabbing his mobile phone and wallet, “let’s go for a drink.”
Usually, an 18 year old undergraduate would say no, it being a school night and all, but me, I wasn’t a standard 18 year old student. I enjoyed drinking; in fact, I enjoyed everything that would make my brain a haze. I somehow found it calming to sit outside a bar, with an alcoholic drink in my hand, blurry from previous shots, listening to the cussing and commotion of intoxicated aged men, hearing the screaming coming from girls who would soon be disrespected, watching as youthful boys tried hard to get themselves a drink, I even enjoyed the stink of the alcohol polluted atmosphere.
As we drove to the pub, an unforeseen memory of Aaliyah swamped my mind; the sense of her supple skin tingling at my fingertips, the smell of her locks satisfying my airways, the hum of her cries of enjoyment erupting throughout my ears. It was no longer a case of desire, I wanted that girl. I desired to defy her, to make her do things with me behind her boyfriends back. Was it only pleasure? That I didn’t know. But what I knew was that I required her, and I needed her now.
“Listen I’m going to drop you off but I’m not staying.”
Oscar looked at me, his bewildered look asking the question without him having to open his mouth.
“I just remembered I have something I need to do. Sorry, mate.”
He didn’t disagree; he was used to my persistence and knew no matter what he said I wasn’t going to go with him. I wish I felt awful about ditching my pal for a girl, but I didn’t. I hardly ever cared about anyone, and I wasn’t going to start with Oscar.
I dropped him off, sounding the horn as I drove off. I wasn’t concerned; Oscar would almost certainly find some bitch to take home anyhow, he wasn’t a terrible looking bloke after all. As I drove towards Aaliyah’s home, I was content that the majority of my wounds were healed. I didn’t want to keep my lips off her because of her fucking boyfriend. If I could murder him, I would with no regrets. I could just picture the look on his face if I were to tell him that I was fucking his girlfriend, the consideration made me chuckle.
I parked in front of her residence, noticing a vehicle in the driveway, most likely her parents. I decided to sound the horn until she came out, with any luck she would and not her parents. After a few minutes, Aaliyah peeked through a window closest to the front of the house, I could see the look of revulsion on her face from my car, I smirked as I waited for her to come storming towards me.
She came out, slamming the front door after her as she approached the car. She looked astonishing, her hair up in an untidy pigtail, she had little to no make-up on and she was wearing an oversized t-shirt. I wanted to tear it off her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she exclaimed quietly as she reached me. I opened my door, knocking her out of the way as I swung it open rapidly. I laughed as she almost stumbled, giving me a death stare.
“What game are you playing?”
I leaned on my car, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards me, of course she struggled against me. I finally managed to enfold my arms around her waist, linking my fingers on her rear as I pinned her to my body.
“No game. I just wanted to see you.”
“You came for sex, didn’t you?”
I nodded cheekily, her eyes glaring at me heatedly. I loved pissing her off.
“Well you’re not getting it. My parents are home. I’m not doing it in your car or at your place or anywhere else for that matter so don’t even think about it. I’m not your slut, Harry and I have a boyfriend. This isn’t going to happen anymore.”
Boyfriend? I couldn’t comprehend how she still called him that.
“When was the last time he spoke to you?”
“We spoke today actually.”
“Did he finally answer your desperate calls? Clingy bitch.”
She pushed herself off of me, turning to walk away before I grabbed her forearm, pulling her towards me again, this time with a lot more power. I could see the terror in her eyes as I brought my lips down to her ear.
“You’re going to do whatever I want, whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want, or I’ll tell your so called boyfriend everything.”
