Do You Remember? ☼ Harry Styles A.U.

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"Do you remember what happened that night?" I swirled a finger through his hair.

"I kind of do, you know?" He scratched his temple thoughtfully. "It feels like... I have certain images in my head and... memories of what you said and what I said but there are also like... blanks here and there."

"That's already better than nothing!" I hyped, my words tracing a smile over Harry's lips.

"I remember it was windy and we cycled, I remember blood on my knees for some weird reason but also laughing until my abs hurt." He recalled, his ghostly smile accompanying the lilts of his deep voice. "Was there ice cream involved? Because I vaguely remember your scoop falling on your dress."

"The ice cream thing happened another night." I corrected, but still grinned at his improvements.

"But yeah, tell me what happened that night anyway. I love your stories." He cuddled further against his pillow, dreamy green eyes anchored on me expectantly.

"After closing the shop, we took our bikes...

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After closing the shop, we took our bikes and cycled through the streets. The sun was about to set and the sky was this captivating mix of chalky orange and pomegranate over blue. We hadn't decided where we were exactly going but the lack of knowledge about our destination didn't seem to matter. You cycled in front of me and I followed short, the yellow bouquet you had given me safely put inside the dainty basket of my bike.

I could feel the enthusiasm radiating off you with every spin of your leg on the pedal, with how the wind assaulted the scrunchie holding your hair in a bun and threatened to free your curls. I remember my heart beating with exercise but also with an exuberant need to squeal joyfully, freedom embracing every crevice of my body. At some point the scrunchie gave in to the wind, your curls whipping in the air like a wild firework. I had stopped abruptly to pick the hair-tie off the asphalt and let it drop in the basket of my bicycle, telling myself I would give it to you later. Of course I ended up forgetting and I still tie my hair with it till now. Your fluffy, little white scrunchie.

Thinking I could spice things up, I remember speeding up on the way until I was in front of you. I had challenged you into catching me, feeling confident deep inside that you'll never be able to do it. We laughed like children with not a worry in the world, your fingers brushing over my shoulder blade very frequently before I'd double in speed. I stopped tracking down our location and took the most random turns just to get away from you, dragging you behind me. Soon enough we didn't even know where we were anymore. The shop facades were foreign to your eyes and mines, the streets weren't anywhere we've ventured in before but it didn't stop us. I swear to you Harry, I couldn't walk for the next two days with the cramps in my thighs and abs but your laughs and posie blush in your cheeks were worth it.

Naturally, you ended up catching me. Your keenness on winning the challenge made you forget that you're driving a bike yourself, both your hands gripping at the back of my dress. You hadn't realized you lost your balance. You fell right on your knees, your jeans tearing over the cuts through your skin. If my eyes hadn't spotted your injuries first thing, your euphoric laughter would've tricked me into thinking you were left absolutely unharmed. I remember the blood oozing off your wounded knees but you gave it the least attention possible.  You didn't do the least effort to stand off the ground, only clutching your stomach hard to try and tame your effervescent giggles and tears of joy trickling down your cheeks. Now that I'm describing this scene to you, I literally have your image in my mind: you, lying in the middle of the sidewalk, torn blue jeans stained with blood, laughing like the little pink helium balloon that you are. The sight of you laughing is so endearing Harry, so damn endearing.