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

Chapter Forty Four - Alfire Love

Things were all good yesterday.

And then the devil took your memory.

And if you fell to your death today,

I hope that heaven is your resting place.

- "Alfire Love", Ed Sheeran

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"You almost ready?" My father's voice floated up the stairs, as I stared at my stone-faced reflection. I could hear the front door opening, and the low greeting of my boyfriend. "Harry's here," my father said again.

"I know, I'll be there soon."

It was a week after the meeting with Harry's father, an ordinary Sunday morning. The sky was cloudy, but the air blowing from my window was sharp, crisp. I pushed my curled hair so it swept over one shoulder, and adjusted the wide strap on my simple black sweetheart neckline dress. I smoothed my hands on my sheer stockings, worming my feet into my plain black heels. I folded my trench coat over my arm, staring at myself in the mirror once more. Before leaving, I grabbed the gardenia arrangement from my bedside table.

Harry waited downstairs, looking devastatingly handsome in a black two piece suit, without a tie. The shirt underneath was also black, and it contrasted perfectly with his tanned skin. I looked closer, and I could see the paper airplane necklace hanging on his chest that I had given him, so long ago. His hair - which had been getting much longer - was pushed back, some of the curls reaching his neck.

"You look beautiful, angel," Harry whispered, taking my hand and pulling me into his chest.

"So do you."

He gave me a smile - but his dimple didn't show. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, tilting my chin up with one finger.

"Give my best wishes to the family, Al," my dad whispered, rubbing my back.

"I will." I buttoned up my trench coat, and walked out with Harry out into the cold December air. Wind was softly blowing, and I hurried to his warm, waiting Mustang.

"Is Louis coming?" I asked, slowly turning up the Pink Floyd that was playing on Harry's radio.

"He's already there. A lot of people are, he said." He began pulling out of the driveway, rolling down the center of the street. He reached over with one hand, taking mine and lacing our fingers together. His thumb slid over my knuckles. "How are you doing, baby?"

"I'm all right, I guess. How are you?" I asked, referring to the lies he's been fed for four years.

"Just truly realized how fucked up my life actually is." He chuckled once. "Except for falling in love with you, of course."

I leaned my head on his arm, resting my cheek on his shoulder over the center console. "I love you," I murmured.

He kissed my hair with a slight turn of his head. "And I you, Alison."

We reached our destination in about twenty more minutes without much talking. There were people wandering around, parking, or chatting with others in small circles. I noticed Liam Payne standing with his parents, and Josh Devine, both in two piece suits like Harry outside of the church's massive double doors. I immediately made a beeline for them, Harry at my side.

"Hey, gorgeous," Josh murmured, taking my hand. I could practically feel Harry stiffen behind my head, but because of today, he held his tongue. Thankfully.

"Hi," I said softly.

"It's so surreal," Liam commented, plumes of frozen air coming out of his mouth as he spoke. "Isn't it?"