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

Chapter Fourteen - This Love

Author's Note ~ thank you to noodle_strudel on Kik for this song request. xx Thank you for all the votes and comments and asdfjkl. PLEASE let me know what you thought, this chapter was hell writing. I love you!x

I was so high I did not recognize,

The fire burning in her eyes,

The chaos that controlled my mind.

- "This Love", Maroon 5

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There was no way I could sleep.

My eyes strayed around Harry's room - at all the band posters, the vintage record player in the corner, his Manager shirt to Rewind tossed on his computer chair.

His mattress was perfect - firm, a bit chilly, and smelled just like him. So did the pillows he gave me. Smoky, with a whiff of that unique cologne, and something else that was just Harry.

The bright lights on Harry's alarm clock indicated that it was nearing two AM.

I shifted again. It's not like this mattress was uncomfortable, it was that I felt awkward in a bed with him again.

Maybe I could make a run for it. I could jump out of this bed, sprint back to Regina's, and try to sleep through her and Louis' bed squeaking.

"Harry?" I whispered.

"Yeah."

Shit, he was still awake.

"Can't sleep?" I said softly.

"Not at all," he said after a pause. I pictured him staring at the ceiling, his curly hair fanned out on the pillow. "This is the first time I've had you in bed without my arms around you."

I didn't reply, I looked down at Harry's black sheet.

"What about you?" he murmured. "You can't sleep, either, huh?"

"No," I admitted.

"Why not?"

"Just not tired."

"I mean, I'm the one who got into a fight today, I should be tired."

My previous anger at him washed back over me with the mention of that fight. I turned on my side to glare at him, and I was right - his hands were behind his head, and he was looking at the ceiling.

"I'm still not over that."

He snorted. "I am."

"Why did you do that? You slammed him against the ground!"

"I know, I was there."

I narrowed my eyes at him. I really wish he'd put on a shirt. "You threw him on a table, Harry!"

To my utter irritation, he started laughing. "Oh, right. I hope someone got that on video. It looked like some shit out of a Bruce Lee movie."

"It's not funny, Harry," I said, chewing on my lip to keep from laughing.

"Yeah, it is! He was light. The dude weighs like ten pounds - did they feed him over there in England? Or do they live on a strict tea diet?"

"Harry," I warned him. It was hard not to smile at the very least. I looked away.

"You know you wanna laugh," Harry cooed, poking my shoulder. "You know that's funny."

I buried my face in the pillow while he continued to poke me. "You know you wanna laugh," he said again. I couldn't hold it back anymore, letting out muffled snorts into the pillow.