Show Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Six - She Will Be Loved

He was always there to help her,

She always belonged to someone else. 

I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door,

I've had you so many times but somehow I want more.

- "She Will Be Loved", Maroon 5

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Harry and I spent Sunday evening at my house, snuggling on my bed, and I forced him to watch a Twilight movie marathon with me. He wouldn't stop making snide-but-funny comments about the film, eating slice after slice of pizza my father had ordered earlier. Thankfully, my dad bought three boxes - Harry finished one by himself. 

"This is stupid." Harry played with a lock of my hair, wrinkling his nose as Edward recited his cheesy and slightly disturbing lines. "Why the hellwould you want to date this psychopath? Is this really what girls find attractive?" He was shirtless, his tall frame sprawled across nearly all of the mattress space. 

I giggled, nibbling on a piece of crust. "It's supposed to be romantic."

"Romantic? He's like, a thousand years old, babe. Beyond pedo status."

"Edward's only a little over a hundred, and that's in human years," I protested. "He's actually seventeen."

"He's actually supposed to be dead." 

I glared at him, ready to defend Edward some more, when Harry's phone lit up. "Snapchat from Gemma," he murmured. "Here, I want you in on this one. Please."

"Jesus, no. I don't want to take a picture right now. I'm not wearing makeup."

He snorted. "I always find it hilarious how you think you need that shit."

I shrugged, leaning away from the phone's camera. He pushed his hair off his forehead, and just took a picture of himself sticking his tongue out.  

"Harry?"I asked when he was finished. 

"Yeah."

"Please put on a shirt... My dad's downstairs, remember?"

He yawned, stretching. The butterfly tattoo's wings seemed to spread. "I don't want to. Your room's hot."

"Harry..." I whined. 

He rolled his eyes playfully, running his fingers through his hair. "Shit - I've gotta get going, anyways, babe. Louis and I are playing Halo tonight."

I giggled. "Don't kill each other, please."

"No promises." 

Leaning in for a goodbye kiss, I handed him his shirt and plate. "Clean up after yourself."

"Yes, ma'am." He threw his shirt over his shoulder, turning for my door. 

"One more thing..." I stood on my tiptoes next to him, pressing my cheek to his. "Smile." Lifting my camera, I snapped a picture of us. 

"That's a cute picture. Why'd you do that - we don't have that stupid project anymore."

"Because I love your handsome face," I teased. I mean, I wasn't lying. 

A smirk played at the edges of his plump lips. "Whatever. Night, beautiful." He kissed me again, finally pulling his shirt over his naked chest and slipping out of my bedroom door. 

I flopped back on my pillows, staring the ceiling, the sounds of Harry having a quick goodbye chat with my father before leaving flooding my ears.