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

Chapter Twenty Six - Clarity

'Cause you are the piece of me,

I wish I didn't need.

Chasing relentlessly,

Still fight and I don't know why.

- "Clarity", Zedd ft. Foxes

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HARRY POV

What the fuck did I do wrong now?

I don't understand. As many times as I try and wrap my head around the phone call Ali and I had last night, I still couldn't physically understand why she was upset with me.

She thought I was fucking cheating on her. Yeah, I call Emma "babe" but it's just...nothing, really. There's no emotion behind it. I do it so much that I forget the bitch's real name sometimes, for god's sake.

I admit it proudly that I got around after that whole Cara shit and I was at my lowest point. Girls were nothing to me, I felt nothing towards anyone besides my brotherly love for Louis, and my liking towards his family.

My life was like a fucking blank sheet of paper, completely boring for my entire existence. When Ali came to me, she exploded vibrant color all over, making my paper life a masterpiece, worth more than anything in a museum.

I've never felt like this. I've never felt my heart skip when a girl texted me. I've never gotten nervous around a girl, I've never craved a single girl, only her.

It's fucking love.

When I locked eyes with Ali for the first time, I knew why they called it falling in love. It's like a damn free fall off a skyscraper - because there's no way to stop once you start falling. One second, I'm normal and sane and myself, and then - her. My life stopped. Everything shifted to her. And no matter what I can't stop. I free fell. Every god damn second I fell deeper and deeper into being hopelessly, pathetically in love with this girl and it's the best fall I ever took. It's scary as shit at first, falling in love, because I'm scared that I'd hit the ground. But the fall is so good I didn't even care. I don't think about crashing when I'm with her - who cares when you're feeling this happy the entire way down.

It's worth all the shit you go through, to see her smile. It's worth all of the cussing and the screaming just so you can hold her again. It's worth every hair you pull out of your head in frustration, just so you can kiss her, letting her know you're here for her. No matter how pissed you seem.

But she sits there and accuses me of cheating. At least I had something to go off of - I saw her and Zayn kiss. I saw it happen and all she heard was a few lines of a conversation.

Zayn.

The thought of him honestly made me want to stab myself through the god damn eye.

You have Emma and I have Zayn.

What in fuck's name was that supposed to mean?

She said she was with him that night.

Only one horrible thing stood out in my head. When I closed my eyes I could only see Zayn on my girl, I could see Zayn kissing my girl and making her squirm, I could see them tangled together under Zayn's sheets.

No.

I felt physically sick, my stomach clenching if I was going to fucking puke all over my room. No. That wasn't right. Ali is mine.

My head was all over the place. I felt so shitty that I just lay back down in the bed. Hopefully they were just hanging out, I tried to cheer myself up with. Hopefully all they were doing was playing checkers and watching movies or painting each others' nails or some shit. Hopefully he wasn't kissing her or touching her or tasting her -