Why'd you leave?

Arana Holland is bestfriends with Harry Styles, they grew up together! Then one day he suddenly leaves and tries out for the X-Factor. With all his fame he forgets about her, she meets him at a signing and he askes her to stay with them at a beach house, but will she fall for another boys? Will he get the girl he wants? Does someone snatch her up?



Arana's P.O.V

    "You ok babe?" Harry asked holding my hand. I was so nervous. "Yes." We walked into the ink shop. "How may I help you?" A girl asked us. I was so nervous. I stuck to Harry's arm like glue. Harry said something, I wasn't listening I was too busy freaking out. She led Harry and I down a hall and to a small room. "Ok, when ever you're ready. Press that blue button. He will be in shortly after that." The girl told us. Harry nodded. The girl smiled, and shut the door. Today I was getting a tat. Well a couple small ones. One was on my right pinkie. It ran vertical and down my pinkie it said: Promise (Just thought it was cute)

Then I was getting on my left wrist: An anchor and it said I Refuse to sink. In cursive lettering. I was nervous.

On the side of my wrist, same wrist. I was getting another one. It said: Don't fool yourself. In dark black letters.

They looked really cute. I was so nervous. "You ok?" Harry asked me. I sat down,  and looked at him. "Yep. Let's do this!" He pressed the button.  I smiled. Harry pulled his phone out and took a pic of me holding the rock sign. ( \m/) and sticking my tounge out. He tweeted:

@Harry_Styles just thought i would get a pic of @Arana_Noelle14 before she got her new TATS!! amazing girl XX.

 I smiled and he hugged me. I winked. "Hey. Will you promise me something?" He asked me. "Stay with me. I mean...not leave like before. I mean...never have this seperation happen again." He smiled. I nodded. "This is a promise I can make!" I kissed his cheek. He smiled and looked at me with those amazing eyes. I just blushed, still not sure what was between us. Now it's about 9pm and I was shaking from nerves. Then a tall skinny man walked into the door. "Ready babe?" He asked me. I looked at Harry. I had my fingers intertwined with his. (The hand he wasn't tattooing yet.) He smiled. Then he started to clean my skin off. This was it. I was getting my first tattoos?!

    About 2hours later he was all done. He made sure I was awake the whole time. He kept almost loosing me. I was so glad Harry was there. He would talk to me and keep me distracted about the pain. When he was done it looked amazing. The man gave me my bill. I looked at it. Then Harry snatched it away from me. "Harry!" I cried to him. He smiled and laughed. "This is my welcome back gift." He said. I hugged him. "Look!! I have tattoos!!!!!!" I yelled. It was now about 1am when we ended up leaving.

   When we were in the car there I didn't talk much. I was in pain from them. "Hey. So they should be home now." Harry said. My heart pounded. I knew this fun had to end somtime. I nodded, and kept looking out of the window.

   "We're here." Harry said shaking me. I woke up. "So they are here?" I asked he nodded. "Let's go!" He giggled. I got out of his black Range Rover. I walked over to him. "This was the most fun I've had in a long time Harry. Thank you!" I laughed. He nodded. "Same." He threw his arm over me. "Just as a warning. Zayn might have a girl with him." Harry said. Those words shot me down. I nodded holding everything back. Harry and I were walking in arm in arm, I was waiting to see what Zayn brought home. I walked down the hall with Harry and to the living room. My heart was popping out of my chest, thinking about Zayn.

   When we got to the living room Zayn was just sitting on th couch. By himself. "Oh. Hi." I smiled. "Hi. Have fun playing with rainbows and unicorns?" He asked with a tone I've never heard. "What?" I asked getting mad. "You know. You tell me not to go. I went. The whole time. Not one drink! I didn't drink for you. So when I got back 2 hours ago with the lads we could watch a movie and get your tats. But wait I come home and ex-lovers are no where to be found? Huh?? Strange right?" He asked not looking at me. I walked over to him walking away from Harry. "He took me to get my first tattoo. Why is that a bad thing?" I asked. "That was suppose to be me. I am your boyfriend? Right or am I a game your playing?" He snapped. "Zayn I...I'm sorry you feel like this...I didn't know." I said. He looked at me. "Come here." He said. A smile crawled on his face. I sighed some relief. I walked to him. He held his arms out. I shrugged my shoulders. "Sit." He said. He pulled my body on top of his. I didn't know if this was for us or to get Harry mad, because we both knew Harry was getting mad by this. He pulled me into his lap, with my face towards him. He held me. "Let me see em!" He smiled. I showed him my tattoos. He smiled and joked with me. "I am sorry. I was just mad that I didn't get them with you. But he is your best friend. He can do that as well. Thank you Harry for taking her. This means a lot not only to her, but I as well." Zayn said. Harry nodded then said good night. I was ignoring him for Zayn. I saw a devilsish smile on Zayn face.

   After Harry left Zayn and I were watching the movie "Hey, Hey It's Ester Blueburger" Together. It's a short sad film that makes me cry every time I watch it. "Hey can I ask you something?"  I asked Zayn. I was leaning on his chest and his arm around me. "Did you forgive me that fast and have me sit with you, to get Harry jealous?" I asked him. He bit his lip. "Watch the movie." He hushed me. I sat up. "You weren't mad at all! You! You were jealous!" I giggled. "I was not." He snickered. "Yes you were. It's cute that you were?" I said smiling. His face lit up and he started to blush a bunch. "No! What are you talking about?" He said looking away. "Look at me and tel me you weren't jealous!" I said moving to face him. "I can't lie to you." He smiled. "I was EXTREMELY jealous! I was so very jealous." He said. Grabbing my sides. He pulled them on top of him and he put his forehead against mine. We were smiling at eachother and I was looking into his meaningful light hazel eyes. They were wild and full of life. I loved it like that. He made me blush by just breathing.

    Then my phone went off. Someone was calling me. "Sorry." I said slipping off him and to my phone, on the floor.



"Who is this?"


"Oh...Hi! What's up?"

"I need you to come home right now!"

"Why? What's up?"

"......You need to come home....(Sniffle)"

"Erica? What's wrong? Talk to me." I insisted.

"It's Cameron. He woke up having an anxiety attack....He was rushed to the hospital and it was much more than that. He is in a anxiety coma, he keeps screaming your name! We are at the hospital in London, they got him by helicopter. He won't stop saying your name. He needs you."

"I will be there, as soon as I can."

"Hurry. Bye love."

"Bye mom."

I hung up. "What's wrong?" Zayn asked. "Cameron. He is in the London hospital and I need to go there!!" I said! Tears were forming. "Well...Can it wait. You need sleep." Zayn said walking to me. I shook my head. "No. Now. I will sleep on the way." I said walking over to my black Toms. "Zayn can I wear your Nirvana sweat shirt?" I asked he smiled and nodded. I was glad it didn't have a hood. I hated hoods! I slipped it on and walked to Zayn who was ready to leave. "Let's go get my main man!" He smiled. I grabbed his hand. He stopped and looked at me. "I love you." He kissed my cheek. Did I love him? I couldn't think about it. Cameron was on my mind...



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