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

Chapter Twenty Eight - Temporary Bliss

Tell me what's the point of doin' this every night,

What you're givin' me

Is nothin' but a heartless lullaby,

Gonna kill my dreams, oh.

This is the last time,

Baby, make up your mind.

- "Temporary Bliss", The Cab

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ZAYN POV

I couldn't fucking believe this shit.

The hospital just checked me for minor cuts and bruises, but my head ached like hell. Ever been thrown into wood? It's not fun.

I rubbed at my forehead as I drove home. I hadn't taken my medicine at the right time, so my hands were shaking so bad I almost swerved the car twice.

I shouldn't be driving in this condition.

And on top of that? I had the biggest case of a broken heart.

I was so stupid. Why would I honestly think that Ali would want me, all falling to pieces and unstable? I knew she was just fucking with me when she kissed me. Then kissed me again. And again. And slept in my bed. In my shirt.

Who does that?

She knows that I'm crazy about her. Why would she make me fall even harder, rip me open even more?

Why did I let it happen?

Somehow, I made it back to my place. I climbed out of my car and practically ran up to my house. Why the hell do I keep seeing Ali's blue eyes behind my lids? And how her soft voice melts every damn layer of tough-guy cockiness I had, and how when she was near me, all of my male pride was completely gone. I felt fucking numb, but in the most amazing way.

She was just so damn perfect.

It was obvious - she probably had guys all over her, all the time. She just went with Harry Styles because he's well, Harry Styles. Who fucking wouldn't.

I slammed my front door shut, leaning my back against it. I don't know how I can pry her from Styles. She had about as much freedom in that relationship as a fucking criminal did in state jail.

I gazed pathetically up at the ceiling, sighing. I swear, I have the shittiest luck.

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HARRY POV

"That was fucking awful," I groaned as I wolfed down my third sausage biscuit. Louis had just picked me up from the police station and bought me breakfast.

"Really? I thought it'd be a blast," Louis said dryly.

"That mattress felt like fucking stone." I shook my head.

Louis said nothing.

"What's up with you?" I said through a mouthful of sausage. "You're never this quiet."

"You know, Ali started crying last night. She cried all the way back to her house."

"What?" I paused. I'm way too good at making this girl cry.

"She was worried about you."

"It's not like I was in prison - "

"It doesn't fucking matter, Harry!" Louis snapped, making me lean away in shock. "She was scared! She's not used to her boyfriend getting hauled in, holding cell or not! You have to try and control yourself before you scare the damn girl away!"