A Twist in Fate

Arianna Smith has an arranged marriage to the one and only Harry Styles.. Most girls would die to be in her position, but Arianna would rather die than marry him. She absolutely cannot stand him. Will she learn to love him? Or will she fall for another member of the band? The ending may surprise you(:

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15. Chapter 15 <3

 (Louis’ POV) As Arianna fell asleep in my arms, I couldn’t help but smile. She’s so beautiful and perfect in every way. I know I shouldn’t be, but I think I’m falling for Ari. I know it’s terrible; I’m Harry’s best friend. It’s just that, I’ve never felt this way towards anyone before. I can’t even explain it. But if I can’t be with Arianna, I will make sure she stays safe and happy. I know Harry tries, but it seems that he always ends up hurting her at the end of the day. She is fragile, like sea glass, she could break at any moment, and I’m the only one who knows that. I can’t believe the fans are being this mean to her, she doesn’t deserve all this hate… they have her scared for her life. As I started to get more and more worried, I played with her long, silky, curly, chestnut coloured hair. I was wrapping one of the curls around my finger, as Bay walked back towards the bunk. I quickly let the curl go and looked at her. “Did you calm her down?” She whispers looking worriedly at Ari. “Yeah, I promised to keep her safe. And I will.” I say sternly looking down at Arianna. “Awe, well Niall and I are going out to dinner tonight once we stop in Bedfordshire. Do you think you can stay with Ari?” Bay asks nervously. “Yeah, I can keep her company.” I say assuring Bay that I could do it. “Okay, I’m trusting you Lou.” She says before walking back out to the lounge area. As I sat there, holding a sleeping Ari tightly in my arms, I could feel myself drifting off into a deep sleep. Before I knew it, my head was resting on her right shoulder, and I was fast asleep. (Harry’s POV) I woke up just as the tour bus pulled into Bedfordshire, the first town of the tour. I was excited to see the fans, but also nervous, seeing as though I had practically yelled at all of them earlier on Twitcam. I got up off the couch slowly and made my way back to the closets behind the bunk room. As I passed mine and Ari’s bunk, I saw Louis holding Ari, his head on her right shoulder, as they slept. I would give anything in the world to be able to hold Ari in my arms like that, but I knew that would never happen. I think I’ve officially lost her. No matter how hard I try, I always screw up. Maybe it’s just not meant to be. I sigh heavily, as I continue to walk to the closet. I pull out my pajamas, seeing as I’m not going anywhere and head to the bathroom. Instead of getting changed right away, I locked the door, slid to the floor and placed my face in my hands. I started to cry, thinking about how beautiful Ari is and how I’ve caused her so much pain in such little time. Why did I even tweet that picture in the first place? I should have just put it as my background and been done. God I’m so stupid. I got up and stood in front of the mirror. I felt worthless, stupid, terrible, a joke. My eyes were all red and puffy and my face was hot and burning. I couldn’t even look at myself without wanting to burst into tears. I looked over at the tub as I heard something fall, and saw a razor… I feel like shit, I feel worthless, I hurt Ari bad and I just can’t live with that. I grabbed the razor off of the shelf in the shower, and brought it over to the sink. I laid the blade on my left wrist, and went to cut. Right when the blade was about to break skin, there was a loud knock on the door. “Harry, are you in here?” Liam asked. I dropped the razor. I can’t do this. “Yeah” I answer trying my best to make it sound as if I hadn’t been crying. “Are you okay?” He asks through the door. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute, just needed to change.” I respond. “Okay, well please hurry up, I have to pee.” “Okay, I’ll be right out.” I assure him. I quickly throw the razor into the garbage can ashamed of myself and slip into my pajamas. “Here,” I say opening the bathroom door and hiding my face as Liam passes me. “Thanks.” He says as he closes the door. I quickly head back to the couch and burry my face into my pillow. I couldn’t let anyone see me like this, it’s pathetic. (Thank you so much for reading and hearting my story! It means the world to me! I really, really appreciate it! What do you guys think of it so far? Comment and let me know? Thanks love, have a wonderful day! God Bless Xx)

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