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

Chapter Seventeen - One More Night

But baby, there you go again, there you go again, making me love you.

Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.

Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo.

Now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you.

- "One More Night", Maroon 5

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As I was getting dressed for school Thursday morning, the smile that had been plastered on my face was still intact since the day Harry and I had gotten back together.

It seemed like Harry and I fit more perfectly together than the first time we dated. Maybe it's because we knew each other more, and because we were comfortable with saying "I love you" now.

I hadn't seen Josh Devine since the day after Halloween, when he'd confessed that he'd slept with Regina. The thought of them together made bile rise in my throat. Regina was my very first friend here - never would I thought she'd betray me in the worst way.

The smile finally slipped off my face when I thought of Josh blurting out that he loved me. He loved the alcohol, not me. He really was a nice guy - just a horrible, horrible drunk.

My phone rang, and I glanced at the caller ID. Harry. I smoothed down my hair and cleared my throat before raising it to my ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, beautiful," Harry's familiar raspy voice said back.

I curled my toes in my shoes, dozens of butterflies fluttering throughout my chest. "Hey, handsome."

"I was just about to leave my place to come get you, but I was wondering...would you be mad if I came to pick you up on the bike?"

"The bike?" Harry's motorcycle was the definition of terrifying. "No way in hell, Harry, that thing scares me."

His husky laughter sounded through the phone. "I miss riding my bike. You need to live a little."

"Dating you is as living la vida loca as I'll go," I shot back.

"I'm flattered, doll," he replied, laughing again. "You're cute. I really wanted to ride the bike today..." He sighed dramatically into the phone. "But I guess I'll get in my car..."

"Yes, you will," I giggled. "I'm not becoming a part of the highway."

"You know I'd never let you get hurt." I heard the starting of Harry's car in the background. "Okay. I'm on my way."

"I'm waiting."

"I love you," Harry said casually.

Even though he was saying those words more often now, it never ceased to cause goosebumps to raise on my arms. "I love you."

"Be there soon. Bye, babe."

I skipped to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and doing my makeup extra carefully. As I was raking a brush through my hair, I heard the familiar purr of Harry's Mustang in the driveway.

I yanked up my backpack, rushing down the stairs and towards him. He had gotten out of the car to greet me.

"Harry," I sang, skipping into his waiting arms. I immediately kissed him and hugged him tightly.

He laughed, smoothing my hair down. "Well, hey, sunshine, what's got you all...happy?" He gestured down to me.

"You," I admitted.

He smiled so wide his eyes crinkled, dimples flashing. "Know what would make me happy?" And before I could respond, he leaned down and murmured some very dirty words into my ear.