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

Chapter Thirty Seven - Tenerife Sea

We are surrounded by all of these lights,

And people who talk too much.

You've got that kind of look in your eyes,

As if no one knows anything but us.

- "Tenerife Sea", Ed Sheeran

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"All right, babe, where would you want to go first?" Harry asked me, squeezing my hand softly through my glove. It took me a moment to answer him - I was too busy staring at the sprawling, bustling city around us.

"I...I don't even know," I admitted, staring up a Tiffany's billboard that winked down at us, the diamond engagement rings sparkling even from above the street.

By continuing to be jolted and pushed every now and then, I finally noticed the packing of people everywhere we moved. I clutched my boyfriend's fingers tightly.

"There are so many people," I gasped, keeping a firm grip on my camera with my other hand.

"I told you," Harry grumbled, moving me more in front of him, keeping his free hand on my lower back to guide me forward. "This city is ridiculous."

"That's an understatement," I replied. The biting, whipping cold and overpopulation didn't faze me though - I was still in awe looking above my head. Chicago was a big city, but it's incredible to think that buildings could go that high, standing solid and strong no matter the weather.

"I know what we could do first," I said suddenly, noticing a very familiar white spot further down the main street, surrounded by high concrete and even more people. I've seen this place on tv several times before, and we're definitely going to do it. Whether Harry liked it or not. "Do you see that little white area, just down there?"

"Yeah." He leaned down, and kissed my cheek. "That's the ice skating rink of Rockefeller Center."

"Exactly."

Harry leaned away from me, his green eyes wide and the corners of his lips pulled down. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I wanted to have the full New York City experience - "

"We can do that by eating old hot dogs and getting mugged, not with ice skating," Harry muttered.

"And skating at Rockefeller Center is part of it," I continued, as if he didn't say anything. "So let's go."

Harry's face was priceless as we continued walking - well, pushing - our way towards the skating rink. His expression was a mix of irritation, apprehension, and I swore I saw a bit of fear.

A thick throng of people surrounded the outside of the rink, as Harry and I walked to the end of the line of eager tourists waiting for their chance to touch the world famous ice.

"Are you sure you did not want to do anything else, at all?" Harry looked down at the blinding white rink, full of smiling couples and kids as they tried to stay steady.

"You scared, Styles?" I giggled, watching a little kid drop one of his red mittens.

"I'm not scared," he answered quickly, rolling his eyes. "Ice skating's just stupid to me."

"Look, sunshine, it would be awesome if you would actually be a little bit positive for once."

Harry slowly turned to me, giving me the fakest, most forced smile I think I have ever seen. I couldn't help but burst out laughing.