Show Me 2 - Remember Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Two - Don't Know Nothing

Living inside my head, pulling my strings,

Letting me think I'm in control.

Giving you all of my heart, was a good start,

But it turns out you want my soul.

- "Don't Know Nothing", Maroon 5

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It was extremely windy Monday morning - even for Chicago. The flapping trees mirrored my jumbled thoughts with Bree's party Saturday night.

I couldn't believe drank over half of a Mike's Hard - I only drank one beer or sometimes, none. I couldn't believe I saw Louis Tomlinson that night. But one thing trumped all - I'd hooked up with someone, someone who I just met hours before.

I remembered Josh laying me down on the mattress, his hands slipping under my dress, and suddenly I was jerked back into sanity. What was I doing?

He felt me freeze. "What is it?"

I had pulled away to stare at him. His cheeks were flushed, his breath coming out harshly, and his lips were red. I stared down at our feet - the bottle on the floor. Oh, my god.

"I'm sorry," I had blurted out, my panic masking the amounts of alcohol I'd consumed that night.

"What - "

"I have to go." I jumped up, adjusting my dress, and hurrying out of Bree's parents' room. Louis was passed out on the sofa - someone must've moved him. Liam had been at the end of the stairs, and he lifted an eyebrow at me.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

I tore out of the front door without meeting his eyes.

I was humiliated. I bet Josh probably laughed about it to Liam, going on about how easy American girls are once you slip them a drop of alcohol. It was a shame, really, especially with the fact that Josh really did seem like a sweet, fun guy. He probably had girls all over him the minute he opens his mouth, though.

I peeled into a parking space in the senior lot, my pit of nerves for this year starting up yet again. What an awful start.

When I hopped out of my car, I noticed a very familiar snarling noise - it sounded like a motorcycle.

The noise was getting louder, and I shrank against my car door when the bike zoomed past. It skidded to a neat stop under a tree, and the curly hair from the rider was visible from over here.

I yanked my backpack over my shoulder, speed-walking to the front of the school. My heart was crashing in my rib cage, and my palms were suddenly cold and clammy. I figured seeing Harry was going to be hard - since I hadn't looked at him once since he was in a hospital, all drugged - but right now it was hard for me to breathe steadily. I prayed he didn't see me.

I pushed through the school's double doors, and I heard a couple of girls say, "Harry..."

I would've kept going - Harry was extremely popular with his model looks and his fuck-off attitude, but I just froze.

"...on prom night," the girl was finishing.

My heart twisted. I'd had many nightmares about that traumatic moment: when Harry was shot twice by Zayn Malik right in front of me, Louis, and Niall Horan. The image of Harry falling to the ground flickered beneath my eyelids.

"I heard about that," the blond said. "And it was by that other cute, scary guy, the really, really bad one...Zayn or something? He got arrested thatsame night. He and that weird redhead chick were hauled in."