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

Chapter Thirty Two - Strong

My hands, your hands

Tied up like two ships

Drifting, weightless,

Waves trying to break it.

I'd do anything to save it.

Why is it so hard to save it?

- "Strong", One Direction

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HARRY POV

"Mr. Styles, where should I put these Queen records?" James - one of our new employees I'd hired to take Emma's place - called to me.

"In the Q section, genius," I practically snapped back. "Alphabetize them." James immediately looked embarrassed, carrying the box to the Q's.

I couldn't help being on edge today. My Tuesday morning didn't exactly get off to the best start. Ali and I slept the entire night in Louis' parent's house, and when we woke up, we barely had time go to our houses, get cleaned up, and drive to school this morning. We missed all of first period and half of second for god's sake.

It was fucking horrible. Emma was supposed coming by in any minute to drop off her employee shirt and keys. And if she didn't bring the passes I was going to lose it. Thanksgiving break was in a few days, and I hadn't even asked Ali's dad if I could take her to New York City with me. Or even Ali, for that matter.

Just then, the bells on the front door chimed, a blowing of cold air rushing inside with the entrance of someone else. I sat up, ready to greet another customer when it was Emma. The fake smile dropped off my face.

"Afternoon, Harry." That half of Emma's hair was now banana yellow, matching her car, and despite the freezing weather, she was in a low-cut black tank top under a cropped leather jacket. Her skinny jeans were so ripped up in the front she might as well had been wearing shorts. She hadn't put her septum piercing back in.

"Hand it all over," I snapped, holding my hand out.

She stuck the t-shirt in my fist, followed by her keys hanging on the lanyard.

I gripped the shirt and keys in my fist. "Now where are the fucking passes."

Emma pouted. "Doesn't it bother you that you slept with a girl to get a present for another girl?"

I didn't want to cause a scene in the middle of my job, so I just drew in a sharp breath. "It does bother me," I muttered. "A lot."

"Has she broken up with you yet?" Emma asked eagerly.

"No, Ali is not a crazy, poisonous bitch like you." I ran my hand through my hair. I had no energy to fight with Emma, I really didn't. "Now just hand them over. I'm so tired of this holding-my-shit-for-ransom game."

Emma sighed, pulling the two laminated sheets out of her pocket, handing them to me. I swear, I saw tears in her eyes as she stared at everything I had. What the hell? "Guess this is goodbye, huh, Harry?"

"Yeah." I folded my arms over my chest.

She swallowed, turning to walk off.

"Hey, Emma."

She turned, looking hopeful.

"Don't fuck with me or my girl again or I'll break my leg in your ass. Got it?"

A few people turned in amused shock, clearly hearing me. Emma's cheeks flamed red and she stomped away.

Who gave a fuck if Emma was mad with me? God, I was stupid for doing that. Afterward, I don't think I ever took a longer shower in my life.