Show Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Eleven - Live While We're Young

Yeah, we'll be doing what we do,

Just pretending that we're cool and we know it too.

- "Live While We're Young", One Direction

....

Four weeks with Harry Styles has been nothing but perfection. Pure bliss. I couldn't remember the last time I was this happy. For once, I wasn't moping about being in Chicago, I wasn't trying to make myself invisible... I felt like the budding wallflower who was just picked by her own personal prince, finally starting to bloom.

I loved learning new things about him every day: random things such as his deep obsession with sweet corn, he loves apple juice, and he's a sucker for romantic movies.

I raised my eyebrows, thrown off. Big, bad, intimidating, Harry Styles into romantic films? "Really? You mean like...sappy?"

He snorted. "No, never sappy. Classic romantic. Things like Love Actually, The Notebook...you know. They're well-written and I enjoy the story." He ran his hand through his curls, toying with my camera. "Thought you'd laugh at me or something," he tacked on, muttering.

I couldn't help but smile, leaning in to peck him on the lips. "I'm not going to laugh at you. It's cute."

He winced playfully. "Cute. There it goes."

I giggled, pushing him. That earned me being tickled into near-fainting, both of us rolling off the sofa and onto the floor.

At school, I was still getting furious stares from girls, but no one would dare approach me about it. Harry was still Harry, after all.

Jen was more than overjoyed when she found out Harry and I were together. She hugged us both, and gave me a knowing smile. She would giggle like a little girl whenever Harry wrapped his arms around me, kissed my head, or even smiled at me. I didn't mind - I owed her.

The project was actually starting to come along - we spent long hours in my bedroom, printing out pictures of the dog's progress and planning a presentation. Harry would get bored - of course - and make a suggestive remark about how comfortable my bed was.

Things with my friends were the same and completely different. Regina and Louis were hot and heavy - I mean, very hot and heavy. Their PDA was at an all-time high. Half the time they didn't enter the cafeteria with us : they were off doing who knows what to each other. My lunch friends were baffled by the new additions of Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson at first, but slowly adapted and became more comfortable. Sam became good pals with Harry, even planning to hang out on some weekends. I'd had to scold Bree for drooling over him, but recently she's been chatting up school brainiac/student body president Liam Payne. Jess hasn't sat with us in weeks.

Jess trapped me in the girls' bathroom one day. Her cheeks were as red as her hair, and her heavily lined eyes were narrowed. "You're datingHarry Styles?" she spat.

"Yes," I squeaked, vaguely wondering why she was just now finding that out.

She paced furiously, her boots squeaking on the unmatching tile. "What happened to the blond guy?"

"He wasn't who I really wanted," I admitted honestly.

Her head snapped over to meet mine, her lips in a thin line. "Harry's dangerous."

"I know."

"He's just going to break your heart!"

My chest swelled. "I don't want to hear it, Jess. You've given me the cold shoulder since the first day I got here. Thanks for the concern, but no thanks." I crumpled up my paper towel and left.