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

Chapter Ten - Through With You

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Can you see me floating above your head

As you lay in bed, thinking about everything

That you did not do, cause saying "I love you"

Has nothing to do with meaning it.

- "Through With You", Maroon 5

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Sunday. It was five pm. The talent show was in three hours. I called Josh three times, but his phone went straight to voice mail.

I was lonely.

Waking up at the crack of dawn gave me enough time to finish all of my homework, clean the house, and rewatch my copy of the fourth season ofThe Vampire Diaries. As I was jealously watching Nina Dobrev's passionate kissing scenes with Ian Somerhalder, I was reminded how...lonely I felt.

Groaning, I pulled up my phone and scrolled down my contacts. Harry's name seemed to glow out of the screen. Go on, call him. You know you want to.

My thumb felt heavy as I called Harry's phone. It rang five times before Harry finally picked up.

"Yeah." His scratchy morning voice. I hadn't heard that in ages. Was he still sleep at this time?

"Hi, Harry," I said brightly.

"Ali?" He sounded confused, as if he was wondering if he was still dreaming. "Uh. Hey."

"Were you still sleep?"

"Kind of, but..." He paused. "Fuck, it's past five. Guess it's time for my lazy ass to get up anyway."

I chewed on my lip. "I'm sorry."

"For waking me up? I told you, I have to get up eventually - "

"No, for...for ignoring you this week."

Harry was silent for a minute. "It's okay, honey. It doesn't matter to me. Just a bit confusing, but it's all right."

I picked at my comforter. "Do you want to hang out at my house again?"

"What about your boyfriend?"

It felt so damn weird every time Harry brought up Josh. "Well, I tried calling him but he doesn't answer me."

"Some boyfriend." He was smiling.

"Harry, do you want to come by or not? Just for a few hours?"

"All right, let me get dressed. Right now, I'm not wearing any clothes."

"I'm hanging up!" I snap quickly, and before I tapped the end button, I could hear his husky laughter.

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Still, I don't feel the need to dress up or do anything to my hair when Harry came over. I was still in the same tank top and black yoga pants I'd slept in when I went to answer the door.

Harry ducked inside, in the Guns N Roses shirt I'd bought him, tossing his leather jacket rudely on the floor.

"Hey." He walked past me, up the stairs and into my room.

"Hello," I muttered when he was gone, hanging his jacket up in the coat closet.

I made my way up the stairs to find Harry kicking off his converses and sprawling on my bed. He patted the space next to him and I crawled in, keeping several inches between us.