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

Chapter Sixteen - Still Into You

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Let 'em wonder how we got this far,

'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all,

Yeah, after all this time,

I'm still into you.

- "Still Into You", Paramore

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HARRY POV

"Louis!" I shouted, jogging down the stairs of the apartment building, Ali was at my heels.

The street outside the apartment building - which was smack in the middle of fucking downtown Chicago - was packed. I pushed through several people to get to the edge of the sidewalk where cars were parked, holding Ali's hand to keep track of her.

Thankfully, I noticed Louis' Honda still parked next to my own car and motorcycle. "Louis!" I yelled again, and he finally whirled around.

"What?" he snapped.

"Stop. We're going inside."

"And just why the fuck should I, Harry?" His tone was mocking. This little... On any other day, I'd hit him. "Why should I go inside? My girlfriend slept with him! You can beat the hell out of him but I can't?"

"That's right."

"Why?"

"Louis." I stepped closer to him, halfway elbowing some fat bearded guy out of the way. "You know how you are when you fight."

He wasn't looking at me. "He deserves it."

"He does, believe me, he does." I lowered my voice, placing my hands on my best friend's shoulders. "Louis, it's not worth it."

Knowing how much I can't stand Dr. Who Devine, I might send Louis on him for my own kicks. But I was only stopping him because I didn't want him in trouble.

"Even though they're pissed at Devine, don't think that Liam's parents won't call the cops on you if they see you beating this kid's ass to unconsciousness. You might get hauled in. Come on, it's just not worth your energy or your time. Get it?"

Who the fuck was I, Ghandi? Never did I think I'd see the day when I was preaching peace. God, I'm a pussy. I need to go punch something to feel manly again.

Louis kicked at the ground. "Harry, I'm not just going to let this guy fuck my girlfriend and not do anything about it. Charges or no charges, I'm on a new scale of pissed off." My eyes trailed down and noticed Louis' hands were shaking.

Immediately, I dug my pack of cigarettes and lighter out of my pocket, handing them to him. "Take your anger out on Regina. She wasn't a god damn innocent bystander."

"Ah, fuck." Louis already seemed calmer by the lit cigarette at his mouth. "I'm going to - "

"I thought you'd be here."

We all whirled around to the female voice, who spoke over a car horn blaring from the street. Of fucking course it was gross ass Regina walking up like she owned the place. Of fucking course.

Shit, what happened to her? She looked like she got in a wreck instead of Liam. Her hair was stuffed up in this shitty bun, she wore no makeup - for Regina, this was monumental - and she was wearing a pair of yoga pants and a shirt with the McDonalds logo on it. Like the bitch ever ate anyways.

She looked didn't sleep all night. The slut was probably too busy screwing the entire judicial branch of the fucking White House, for god's sake.

Louis' nostrils were flared, and his jaw was tight. He said nothing.