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

Chapter Thirty Five - Something Great

One day, you'll come into my world and say it all.

You say we'll be together even when you're lost.

One day, you'll say these words, I've thought but never said.

You say we're better off together in our bed.

- "Something Great", One Direction

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HARRY POV

Fuck, I knew I shouldn't have came here.

I should have tried to make some more money by doing odd jobs so I could try to buy a damn expensive hotel room. Because I'm gonna end up saying some really horrible shit to my mom before we go back home in a week.

Maybe I really should try to hold my tongue - especially for Ali. I already saw the disappointed look she was giving me after I yanked creepy Daddy Dearest's hand off her. Who could blame me? I liked this guy about as much as I liked Josh Devine. And that's saying something.

I returned to me and Ali's bedroom, and, of course, she was nowhere to be seen. Christ, she's mad at me. I need to have my damn head examined.

Sighing heavily, I raised my beaten gaze towards the white milky ceiling, as if I'd somehow find the answer to all of my questions. I know that John is just some new guy, but for fuck's sake I had a nagging feeling about him. I know that if I told anyone about how I feel - Ali included - they would just say I was being a whiny little shit about my new stepdad.

Closing my eyes, I drew in a deep, brisk breath and allowed the burning of the condo's heat to rush through my lungs, and free my mind from the smoky, furious haze that I'd created by already starting tension for the next week.

Maybe I could spread some cheesy ass smile on my face, to make some of the time I'd be spending with John a little bearable. Just a little.

After a few minutes of staring hopelessly at the ceiling, and reaching the ingenious conclusion that this was getting me absolutely nowhere, I moved my gaze towards the guest bedroom door, simultaneously feeling complete and utter dread but also an overwhelming wave of warmth at the sound of Ali and my mom's laughter.

Sighing, I threw my legs over the bed, running my hand through my hair and shuffling down the short hall. I could hear Ali's voice, mixed in with my mom and...John's. My fingers automatically curled into fists. This was gonna be harder than I thought.

"Hey," I called loudly as I walked out into the living room and kitchen, interrupting John mid sentence.

"Harry!" my mom exclaimed, immediately moving to me and beaming. "We were just talking about you!"

My gaze automatically slid towards John. "Were you?" I muttered.

"Yeah." John had this shit-eating grin on his face, and moved over to the short sofa to sit next to Ali. There was no room for me. This motherfucker... I walked to the bigger sofa and sat stiffly down.

"Your mother and your girlfriend here were telling me that you're a fantastic singer," John was saying. That smile was still frozen on his face like a possessed Barbie doll or some shit.

I didn't answer, keeping my eyes stubbornly on my mom's coffee table, and I saw Ali shooting me daggers through her glare.

"I'm all right," I said stiffly.

"Let me hear a sample!" John said boisterously. "Come on!"

My mom's smile was as big and fake as the boobs of a Beverly Hills housewife. "Yes, Harry, dear, sing for him. I haven't heard you sing in years."