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

Chapter Thirty Three - Over My Head (Cable Car)

I never knew,

I never knew that everything was falling through.

That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue,

To turn and run when all I needed was the truth.

- "Over My Head (Cable Car)", The Fray

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Harry remained aloof for the rest of the week, no matter how much I'd try to get him to laugh. I missed his laugh so much.

Though, I couldn't imagine what he was going through. My parents were separated too, but Harry's situation is a drastically different than my own.

Thursday was our last day of school before break. That afternoon, Harry was waiting, leaning against his car for me. His face was stony and impassive. Sighing, I walked over to him.

"We leave for New York tomorrow," I mumbled, pulling him into me for a hug.

"I know."

My patience was already wearing thin. "Harry, I don't want you like this the entire time. I'm going to have an amazing break and I want you to have one too."

Harry let go of me, reaching in his leather jacket pocket for his pack of cigarettes. To this day, I never got over how attractive it was to watch Harry smoke. His pink lips curled around the end of the cigarette, closing his eyes as he took a drag, when he exhaled, his mouth made a perfect "O" while the white, misty smoke danced and curled in the cold air. I shook out of the frequent hypnosis Harry puts me in and crossed my arms over my chest. "Please talk to me."

"What do you want me to say?" he muttered.

I threw my hands up in the air. "Fine, forget it, I'm going home."

"And how are you getting there?" he snapped, a shade of color finally coming back to his tone.

"Walking. I'd much rather walk all the way home in thirty degree weather than sit in the car with you right now. Or better yet, I could hitch a ride with someone," I continued, just to make him angrier. "Maybe with Niall Horan. How about Josh? Or even Zayn - "

Harry's hand wrapped around my wrist, yanking me close to him. He leaned down so his mouth was close to my ear. "If you want me to keep my sanity, you will not do that."

I nodded, leaning away from him. "I just miss you," I sighed. "You gave me this amazing present of meeting my idol, with you, and I want to be with the Harry I fell in love with."

He smirked slightly for the first time in what felt like years. "God, I love you so much," he breathed. "Most girls would've left me by now."

My insides sparkled. "I'm not most girls, Harry." It's a cheesy line, even for me, but it's true.

"I know." He wrapped his arms around me again, kissing my forehead. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For...for the way I reacted about, you know, John." Harry's lip twitched. "But you can see why I'm pissed, can't you?"

"Of course I can." I was just as mad as Harry. How could Gemma or Anne not bring up a new boyfriend turned fiancé, even through bowling and the Hard Rock Cafe dinner on Harry's birthday?

He laced his fingers through mine. "I am ready to meet Ed. He seems like a cool ass guy."

"You are the best boyfriend in the world, Harry Styles."

He snorted, smiling. "Far from it, baby. Let me get you home now so you can pack."

XXX

Friday morning, I stared at my packed suitcase. I zipped up the side, checking three times to make sure the passport and meet and greet to Ed Sheeran was still in there. I gazed out of my window, waiting.