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(:


18. Chapter 18 <3

 (Harry’s POV) After the interviews and photo shoots were done for the day, I headed back to the bus to talk to Arianna. I feel really bad about what I did and decided it would be best to talk to her about it. “Hey Bay! Where’s Ari?” I ask looking around the bus, “Oh, Louis took her out somewhere, to help get her mind off the hate.” Bay says as Niall plays with her hair as she sits on his lap. “Oh, okay.” I answer grabbing my laptop and logging into Twitter. That’s when I saw the pictures, the trending topic, and what everyone on the face of the earth seemed to be talking about. I clicked on a link that lead me to an article titled “Harry Styles’ fiancée cheating on him with best friend and band mate Louis Tomlinson? Well these photos make it look like so.” I look at the photos, my blood boiling. How could Lou do this to me? He knows how much I love Arianna. There was picks of his holding her hand and winning her stuffed animals. I slammed the netbook down in frustration and threw my face into my hands before screaming. “Are you okay man?” Niall asks as he continues to cuddle up to his girlfriend on the couch and tickle her sides. “Do I look alright? Have I looked alright the last couple days? NO! I AM NOT F*CKING OKAY!” I scream before throwin my netbook on the floor and storming out of the bus. “Just trying to help man” I hear Niall yell as I slam the bus door. I make my way to the beach we’re parked in front of and sit down in the sand. Why would Louis do this to me? I question to myself over and over again. And Arianna, why does she hate me? I just want a reason why she hates me. Is it that hard? I pull my knees up to my chest and slide my forehead on top of my knees. I sat there for a while and just cried. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. I’ve always wanted to be one of those people who didn’t care what people think of them, but I don’t think I am. It’s hard. As I was sitting down there crying, I decided to text Arianna. “How could you do this to me? You know how much I care about you.” I waited about an hour and got no response at all. I’m bloody pissed. I storm back up to the tour bus and slam the door behind me as I make my way back to the bunk. I was about to cry myself to sleep, when I heard two people laughing outside the bus. I could see the silhouettes through the blinds. One of them playfully punched the other one in the shoulder and then the taller one kissed the other on the forehead. That’s when I realized, it was Louis and Ari. As soon as the door to the bus opened, I angrily strutted out to greet them. “How could you!” I scream at Louis who had his arm around Ari. “Hazza, what are you talking about?” Louis asks looking at me blankly. “Don’t Hazza me, Louis!” I shout angrily as I throw the nearest object, which happened to be a glass plate to the ground. Arianna started to cower behind Louis as I took a step closer. “Harry, stop!” Liam screamed at me. “No.” I simply replied. “I need to talk to them.” I spat. “Harry, seriously. Arianna hates yelling. You’re scaring the living shit outta her!” Bay says terrified while looking down at the glass shattered all around the room. She was behind Niall and he held her hand as she hugged him from behind. “How could you do this to me?” I ask for the second time now. When Louis didn’t reply, I decided to just let everything out. “Louis, I love her. You know that. Why would you do this?” I say in almost a whisper as I fall onto my knees. Shreds of glass went through my jeans and into my skin, but I didn’t care. Nothing could hurt worse than the pain I felt in my heart. Not only pain, but also betrayal made my heart ache.


          “How could I do what Harry? Help Arianna when she’s at her breaking point? Being a good friend to her and helping her through getting tormented by our fans because of you?! How could I do that? Really Harry?” Louis says sternly. I instantly shut up. I knew he was correct. It was my fault in the first place, but that doesn’t mean he had to take her out and practically date her! “No Louis, how could you do this?!” I exclaim shoving my phone into his face. “Harry it’s not what it looks like.” He mumbles looking at the pictures of him and Ari holding hands, laughing and cuddling on the roller coaster. “She was afraid of the roller coaster; the only way I could get her on was to say I’d keep her safe. So I did.” He says. “Arianna, I need to talk to you, NOW!” I say sternly. At first she looked scared, clinging to Lou, but she slowly let go and began to follow me to the bunk. I sat down on the bed and she sat down beside me as I placed my hands in right of my face, whipping a tear that fell. “Arianna, I know you hate me, but really? Why would you do that to me? Why do you hate me? I just need a reason.” I say slowly taking deep breaths so she can’t hear that I’m crying. “Harry, Louis and I are great friends; he’s helping me get through this.” She says quietly. “Helping you through this by holding hands with you and making the press make up even more shit?” I whisper harshly, trying not to make a scene. “What are you talking about Harry?” She asks confused. “These.” I say shoving my phone in her face. Seeing the pictures and headlines, she couldn’t speak. “Let me guess, the fans hate me even more now? And they think I’m a slut. Great!” She sniffles. “I have a plan. Everything will be okay.” I whisper as I put my arm around her. “And what’s your plan?” She asks looking over at me. “Even though you hate me, you have to go along with this.” “I don’t hate you Harold.” “Really” I ask. “Yes, really, we haven’t really gotten along, but that can change?” She says. “Then the plan should work. You are my fiancée Arianna; you’re my fiancée by law. Now if we can pull off that we’re happy and go out in public and act like a happy couple, the fans and press will love you. Trust me; they just need to warm up to you.” I say smiling for the first time in 3 days. “Okay, let’s do this. No strings attached?” “No strings attached.” I say looping her pinkie. “What if we never end up in love, we can’t just marry each other without loving each other.” She says. “We’ll say something tragic happened within your family, and you couldn’t handle a relationship, so we put off the marriage.” I say proudly. “Fine, I’m in.” She says.“Perfect, we’ll start tomorrow. Say I take you out after the photo shoot tomorrow? Or actually, you can come to the photo shoot and interview with us. That way, we can clear up the rumours about you and Lou.” I say grabbing her hand and walking her back to the rest of the band and Bay. 

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