Show Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Seventeen - Give Me Love

Give me a little time to me or burn this out, 

We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around. 

All I want is the taste that your lips allow,

My, my, my, my, give me love.

- "Give Me Love", Ed Sheeran

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS CHAPTER IS PRETTY MUCH ALL M-RATED. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE, JUST SKIP THIS. AND IF YOU'VE NOTICED, I AM NOW USING ED SHEERAN SONG TITLES. RAN OUT OF ONE DIRECTION SONG TITLES TO FIT THE CHAPTER. NOW ENJOY! 

Harry's...mother? 

I held him tighter against me. "I'm sorry," I breathed. I had no clue what I was apologizing for. But anything that hurt Harry hurt me. 

He swallowed, running one hand through his curly hair, and getting to his feet. He wasn't meeting my stare; he was looking out at the black water. "It's okay. I'll..." He paused, closing his eyes. His lashes looked so long when his eyes were shut. "I'll be fine." 

I cupped his face in my hands, turning him to look at me. "I'm here for you," I said. "No matter what. Okay?" 

Harry closed his eyes again, leaning down to press his forehead against my own. He placed his hands on top of mine, at they were still holding his face. "You're amazing," he whispered brokenly. "I don't know what I'd do without you right now." 

My heart ballooned three times its original size in my chest. What was killing him? Should I ask? "Don't you love your mother?" I mumbled. 

A beat passed before he answered. "Ali, I haven't loved anything in four years." 

Oh, Harry. "Are you ready for bed?" I asked him, desperate to distract him, swallowing the heavy lump in my throat. 

He nodded, his long, loose curls tickling my forehead. "I'm just gonna have a smoke, then I'll be inside in a few. I was smart to bring my pack and lighter once I saw that number pop up on my phone's screen." 

I nodded as well, and saw Harry's black iPhone lying in the sand, still nestled where he'd thrown it. I picked it up and hurried inside. I had to make this quick. 

XXX

I locked myself in the bathroom, sliding the lock on Harry's cell. He had no pass code, which surprised me. 

I went straight to his contacts, typing in the search box on top: L, O...

His number popped up. 

I checked outside the door again, no sign of Harry anywhere. I quickly copied Louis Tomlinson's phone number into my contacts, saving it. Louis knew my boyfriend better than anyone - they were like brothers. I had to figure out what Louis knew about Harry's family. There would be no other way for me to find out, for me to help him. 

Something clicked faintly - it sounded like the front door. Shit. 

I jammed the hold button on Harry's phone, scrambling up from the bathroom floor, and sprinted headlong for the bedroom. My butt had just landed on the bed when Harry emerged in the doorway. 

"Hey, baby, did you happen to see my phone? I kind of threw it after hanging up on Anne." 

He called his mom by her first name. I swallowed, pretending to pick up the black iPhone off the nightstand. "I f-found it before I came inside. I was just gonna give it to you..." 

He broke into a tired smile. "Thanks, Ali." He just tossed it carelessly back on the nightstand, climbing into bed next to me. "Can you turn off the light?" he murmured. He sounded so sad.