No Strings Attached [ A Harry Styles AU ]

Part 2

VI.

Harry's not sure how they got here.

By here, he means in the dim lighting of their living room with half of their friends and their respective dates naked in one way of the other.

Relatively speaking, he does know how they got here. But he didn't expect it to bother him so much.

Boredom led to pulling out a deck of cards and before they even knew it, they were through a few games of poker. When Zayn's date whined about being bored, it was his bright idea to spice the game up.

Their coffee table is littered with empty beer bottles and crappy snacks, the bluetooth radio on the tv stand is lightly playing music while they deal another hand.

The rules they quickly came up with for the game were simple: whoever had the worst hand had to strip one article of clothing. Jewelry and glasses didn't count, but underwear and socks did.

It was fine, fun even, until Harry realized just how shit Naina was at poker.

Maybe it was luck or fate or kismet or whatever the fuck you call it, but she'd just lost three rounds in a row and Harry was really starting to hate this game.

She was seated across from him, in between Niall and Louis. Today she'd worn a white t-shirt with a forest green cardigan on top — both of which were stripped and tossed behind her now. She was left in her lacy navy bra (one of his personal favorites on her)  and her jeans. She'd opted to take off her socks in the last round she lost, laughing as Niall tossed them across the room after balling them up.

Everyone else had one layer off, Niall's date had taken off her shirt while Louis' date had taken her socks off. Zayn's date opted to shed her leggings and she was seated cozy in his lap. Most of the guys had their shirts off, including Harry.

The fire igniting in his belly as Naina stripped off each layer was full blazing now as Zayn dealt out the next deck. He knew it wasn't her fault, but he can't help but feel the way he does. He's not felt this in a long time, the cutting burn of jealousy.

But how can he not?

With her long dark hair that flows just past her bra to the way her blue eyes shine in the shitty lighting. She looks unreal, even after all the times he's been lucky enough to see her naked in the past few weeks. Her smile is so natural, so kind as she laughs at something Niall's girlfriend said.

She truly has no idea how beautiful she is, Harry thinks. No make up, all natural, and calm. She's had a few beers, but not enough to be feeling it. She's loose, laidback, and it's nice to see her having fun.

Harry catches each of the guys glancing at her a little too long for his liking, though. In his head, he knows they aren't interested in Naina like that. But the fact that she looks so damn beautiful and sexy right now with that bra on is not helping his case.