Show Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Four - Best Song Ever

Maybe it's the way she walked,

Straight into my heart and stole it.

Through the doors and past the guards,

Just like she already owned it. 

- "Best Song Ever", One Direction

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We piled into Harry's Mustang - Louis in the front seat, Anne in the passengers', and Harry, Gemma and I slipped into the backseat. 

"Why won't you just let me drive, Lou?" Harry grumbled, taking my hand. 

"Because I'm taking you out for your birthday," Louis sang from the front. 

"All right then. Well, I want to drive for my birthday."

"Wish not granted, Hazza."

Anne smiled, looking at the both of them. "You haven't changed a bit, Louis," she said softly. 

He grinned at her, slowly turning a corner. Harry's thumb tapped against my hand, and he was jiggling his foot. He looked unnerved, tense. I couldn't imagine how he must be feeling. Conflicted, definitely. I used my free hand to rub at his leg, trying to calm him. 

He seemed to catch my drift. Harry's head turned to me, and he breathed a grateful sigh. "Thank you," he mouthed. 

Gemma had been watching me from Harry's other side. "You are really beautiful, Ali," she said suddenly. 

I ducked my head, completely stunned that perfect Gemma was complimenting me. "Thank you so much."

"I know," Harry said at the same time. I elbowed him gently, and he didn't even flinch. 

Gemma leaned forward eagerly. "How long have you guys been together?" 

"Couple of months." I leaned into Harry's side, and his lips pressed on my forehead. 

Gemma's smile got impossibly wider. "You guys look really happy."

"I am." Harry's voice grew soft, and he smirked down at me. 

I heard Anne shifting in the front, and pulling up an empty pack of cigarettes she'd been sitting on. "Harry, dear, please don't tell me these are yours."

His expression didn't change. "Yeah, they are."

"How long have you been smoking?" Anne gasped. I remembered - Harry used to have perfect grades and a spotless record. His personality did a complete one eighty... 

"Four years," he answered. "In case you never noticed, you missed a lot, Mom." 

"There's nothing I regret more." Her voice was soft. She slipped the half-crushed pack of Marlboros into the glove compartment, and everyone was quiet. I squeezed Harry's hand again, and gave him a pleading stare. I wanted him to try to make this work so badly. 

Louis, of course, noted the tension and cracked a joke about Harry's hair being just as unmanageable as it was when he was younger. 

Gemma giggled. "I'd always try to tame Harry's hair!"

Harry winced, covering his face with his hand. "Let's not discuss the fact how you played with my hair like a Style Me Barbie."

I laughed, leaning around him. I had to hear this. "What happened?"

Gemma rolled her eyes playfully. She looked so much like her brother when she did that. "Should I even bring up the time I tried doing Harry's makeup when he was ten? He actually looked gorgeous - "