Show Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty - Goodnight Goodnight

You left me hanging from a thread we once swung from together, 

I lick my wounds but I can't ever see them getting better,

Something's gotta change, 

Things cannot stay the same. 

- "Goodnight Goodnight", Maroon 5

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It was getting darker when we arrived at Embassy Suites, where prom was held. Cars, vans, and rented Hummer limos were packing the driveways. Harry drove around for eight whole minutes before finally finding a parking space. 

"Louis just got here," he said, chuckling as he checked his phone. "He wants to find us."

"Let's find him when we get inside," I blurted. So many people were here and more were arriving - there's no way we could run into Zayn. 

Harry hopped out of the Mustang, pulling my door open and holding out a hand to help me out. "Beautiful," he said, smiling down at me. 

"Stop talking about yourself," I teased, and he rolled his eyes. Keeping his palm flat on my lower back, he guided me to the front of Embassy. There was a tall man wearing a too-tight tuxedo with a clipboard by the double doors. 

"Invites," he muttered. He already seemed exhausted and it wasn't even nine yet. 

Harry smirked at him, handing him the two flowery printed invitations. "Evening, Mr. Mason."

"If it isn't Harry Styles," the man said. "Don't cause any trouble here, I mean it." 

"Of course not, sir, just here to dance." He flashed him a winning smile, dimples and all.

The guy rolled his eyes as we walked in. "Who was that?" I whispered, surprised by his behavior. 

Harry's smile only grew broader. "One of my teachers sophomore year. That's all you need to know." 

Made-up girls in stunning, dramatic dresses and handsome guys in crisp suits strode past us to the ballroom, giggling excitedly. I squeezed Harry's hand harder, carefully looking at the couples to see if any girl had bright red hair. 

Harry's thumb rubbed reassuringly at my wrist, and we walked inside the ballroom.

The entire high ceiling was covered in thick, green moss, and blooming flowers. Wood pillars were in every corner, ivy and roses winding up the sides. Billions of bright white lights were nestled in the mossy ceiling, making it look like stars peeked through. Dozens of white tables had a small tree branch decoration on it, twinkling lights wrapping the branches. The dim lighting of the massive room perfectly set the mood. I wanted to gaze more at the beautiful decor of the room, but more and more people were entering. I was too busy looking at the "starry" ceiling, I didn't notice Harry was leading me to the dance floor. 

"Harry," I protested. 

"Come on," he said, continuing to bring me with him. "We're not just going to sit the whole time. Just dance with me."

"But I - "

"Trust me." The sounds of blaring Selena Gomez contrasted drastically with the style of the prom. I finally wrenched my hand from Harry's, but that didn't phase him. He simply back up to the dance floor. "Fine, if you won't dance with me, I'll dance alone." It was then he started swaying his hips to the beat, and pretending to dramatically hump the air. 

Oh, my god. 

A few girls were staring, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, but he was only looking at me. He was mouthing the lyrics, a goofy smile on his face.