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

Chapter Nineteen - Story of My Life

Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain,

I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days,

She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones,

It seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone.

- "Story of My Life", One Direction

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The weekend passed without event. Harry didn't bring up the fight with Josh. Saturday, though, when Harry and I were getting some lunch, Josh was alone near the back corner, his head in his hands. He looked up when we entered, but didn't speak to me. His face was sallow and he had bags under his eyes, looking even more zombielike since the car accident with Liam. I wondered what was bothering him.

Monday would be the day Zayn would return.

Harry kept telling me everything will be okay, that I don't have to worry about him. But the thought of Zayn's light brown eyes and deep voice haunted me still as I lay down to sleep Sunday night.

I dressed slowly, taking note of the cloudy, windy Chicago overcast. I sighed, pulling my cat sweatshirt on and rolling jeans up my legs.

When Harry peeled up in his car, he immediately got out to grab me for a hug. Kisses were shared, as he tightened his arms around my waist.

"Morning, beautiful," he mumbled. Something was off about his tone. I knew he was worried too. Harry, worried. This was unsettling.

"Hey."

He leaned away from me, pushing one side of my mouth up. "Smile."

I glared at him.

"Smile," he said more forcefully, pushing my cheek up further.

I gave him the weakest excuse for a smirk I could muster and he sighed.

"I told you not to be scared. It's just some guy."

"Some guy who shot you."

Harry took his lower lip between his teeth. "Yeah, there's that aspect of it...but I'm pretty sure the school will have him on some watch shit. And he'll be searched or something. I don't know."

I smiled, a real smile, at his sad attempt to make me feel better. "A for effort, Harry."

The school was completely abuzz when we cruised into our usual parking space. The front of the building seemed more jam packed than usual, full of kids all trying to get a glimpse of Zayn Malik arriving. Nearly every person had their phone out.

"They're acting like fucking Martin Luther King is about to give a speech or some shit," Harry muttered, climbing out of the car.

"I kind of want to see myself."

"Ali, don't you remember what I just said on Thursday - "

"I do, but..."

"Hey, Ali!"

I turned, smiling gratefully at Niall and Liam, who were standing in the middle of the thick crowd. "We saved you a spot," Niall said quietly as I approached.

"I thought you wouldn't want to see him, either." Niall being here was most shocking of all.

"At one point, he was my best friend, y'know? Even before you moved here." He sighed, rocking back on his heels. "I do want to see if he's changed or anything."

Liam was fiddling with a button on his red plaid flannel, and his expression was sour. "I'm only here for supporting Niall."

"Where's Dr. Who?" Harry spat, a nasty smirk on his lips.