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

Chapter Thirty Eight - Right Now

Lights go down, and the night is calling to me, yeah.

I hear voices singing songs in the street,

And I know, that we won't be going home for so long, for so long.

But I know, that I won't be on my own, yeah,

I love this feeling.

- "Right Now", One Direction

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A single finger of Harry's traced lazy patterns on my naked back, and even in the darkness of the room I could see a small, fascinated smile was on his lips as he gazed at me. His green eyes were very focused, his brows furrowed, and his mouth pink from the many kisses we'd exchanged that night.

The light touch of his finger was calming, I loved it. "What is it?" I breathed, watching him stare at me.

His voice was gravelly and low when he whispered, "Do you know how much I love you?"

I giggled a little, shaking my head. "How much?"

"You're my entire world, angel." His fingernails grazed down my spine with a little bit of pressure, and I shivered. "There's no one I've ever loved more."

I smiled, shuffling closer to him. "I'm so glad I met you."

"Is it because I just gave you the best sex of your life?" he muttered, his dimple popping out.

I swatted at his arm, and he chuckled deeply for a minute.

"Tomorrow's thanksgiving," I said, breaking the silence.

"I know. You wanna go downtown and watch the parade?"

I laughed. "Sure, but we'd have to get close enough."

"So, agenda for the day. Parade, shop, concert, meet Ed, and dinner."

"Dinner," I repeated.

"Yeah." Harry's lip twitched. "The first thanksgiving dinner I've had with my mom and sister in forever. And this John dick."

"Are you scared?" I whispered.

"Scared? Hell no. I'm just...I'm just feeling..." His brows drew together in thought.

"Apprehensive," I finished.

"Yeah..." Harry's fingers paused on my back for a minute. "Apprehensive."

"Why do you think so?"

"I would tell you if I knew," he murmured, taking a deep breath. "I have no idea."

"Don't worry about it," I whispered, leaning in to kiss his nose. "I'll be here."

"I know, baby. Let's get some sleep - tomorrow's gonna be a long day."

XXX

Sunday.

Thanksgiving day, and the day Harry and I would go to the concert.

The smells of a thousand different dishes wafted down the hall as I untangled my naked body from Harry's, rubbing my forehead.

"Come back," he groaned, half of his face smushed into the pillows.

"No." I giggled, wiggling into one of Harry's endless supply of black t-shirts. I hopped up and skipped to the round mirror above the dresser, humming.

The blankets falling off his bare chest, Harry sat up halfway, his curls sticking up in a million different directions, his eyes still droopy as he slowly woke up. "What's got you all happy?" he muttered, his voice even huskier than usual.