Always and Never

Ariel Tanner believed that love was nothing but an illusion, a sick prank your brain pulls on you. But when she meets Harry Styles she begins to question everything she has put together about love. This frustrating boy was the only truly genuine person she'd ever met. How someone like him could even exist blew her mind. Harry, on the other hand, was amazed at how closed off Ariel acted. He made it his mission to knock down the walls she'd built around herself, because behind the flirting and the sarcasm, he got a glimpse of a girl that he wanted to become as close as humanly possible to. But did he really want to know everything behind those walls?


11. Bad Decisions

Ariel's Pov.

I ran to the kitchen, asking Suzy to cover for me. She obliged, stating what a huge directioner she was. I didn't quite know what that meant, but I assumed it had to do with their band. I went out the back door to get my car. The tears came like rain as I sped away. I didn't drive home, I drove to the nearest bar, wanting to forget my worries. Not my smartest decision, but what's life without a few dumb decisions? 

“Two beers and a shot of the strongest stuff you have.” I ordered, sitting down at the bar. I was one of the only people there. Why couldn't Harry be normal and just forget about me once he had his fun??

“Sure you can handle that?” The bartender asked me.

“I'd bet my life on it.” I answered, paying the man when he came back with my drinks. I smiled my first real smile of the night, taking the shot, almost immediately feeling the alcohol take effect. I drank my two beers slowly, savoring them. After I downed the beers I ordered 4 more of those shots. By the time I decided I was done, the bar was full and it was dark outside. I left, realizing what a dumb decision I made because now I'd have to walk home...

I took off my shoes and walked barefoot down the sidewalk. I stumbled a bit, laughing each time. When I thought it would be a good idea to take a break I took out my phone. I had a lot of missed calls from Harry. I didn't want to call back. Though I couldn't quite remember why... My phone began to ring in my hands. Harry again.

“Hello?” I answered, then laughed because even I couldn't understand what I said.

“Ariel?” the boy on the other end asked.

“Yesssssssss.” I responded. “Harry?” I asked, then laughed again, because of course it was Harry, the caller ID said it was!

“Are you drunk?” He demanded, sounding angry.

“Yeah...” I answered. Really drunk. It was nice. I liked it.

“Where are you?” He questioned, well, really, it didn't sound like a question.

“How am I supposed to know?” I shrugged. It's not like I have a fucking GPS built into my brain!!

 “You're not driving are you?” He demanded, suddenly sounding distressed.

“Nooo, I didn't think it was a good idea.” I shook my head, fast, making myself dizzy. Well, dizzier...

“You're right, stay where you are, I'm going to come and find you.” He ordered.

“Okay. See you soon.” I laughed. He hung up first, without saying goodbye, which offended me. Just when I was about to look for a good place to sit and wait a car pulled up beside me and rolled down it's window.

“Need a ride?” The man asked. Wow, that was fast, but he didn't sound like Harry.

“Harry?” I squinted my eyes to try and see into the car.

“Yeah.” He answered after a moment. I smiled and got in the passenger side of his car.

“Hello Harry, you got here really fast, it's like we just hung up!” I gushed. I heard the doors click as they locked me in. Weird... Harry began to speed down the street. I got a good look at him when we passed under lights, my eyes growing in horror. 

“You're not Harry!” I accused.

“You're right.” Brad nodded. I gasped, remembering what he did to me earlier. My hand flew up to cradle my face. It was sore...

“Where're you bringing me?” I demanded.

“To your apartment.” He answered simply.

“Oh...” I said, not sure what was wrong with that. He was taking me where I wanted to go... “Okay.” I agreed, still a bit unsure. We arrived quickly, and Brad offered to walk me to my room. I let him.

“What happened to you? It's like you're suddenly nice or something...” I questioned in awe.

“I've always been nice.” He answered.

“Yeah, maybe I just can't remember...” I replied. I had had a bit to drink... My memory was kind of slipping. When we reached my room I turned around to say thank you, he grabbed me by the waist. He picked me up and carried me into my apartment, not even bothering to shut the door all the way. I giggled as he set me down again.

“Thanks but-” I started, about to kick him out, but he smashed his mouth with mine, grabbing my waist on both sides, squeezing really hard. I tried again to push him away but he didn't even flinch. The alcohol weakened my muscles. When I tried to pull my face away he removed one hand from my waist and put it behind my head, twisting my hair harshly in his fingers to keep my head in place. I yelped in pain as he kissed me harder, now moving his hand to the small of my back and forcing our hips together. I did the one thing I could do, I bit down on his bottom lip, hard. He jumped back quickly. I tasted blood in my mouth, spitting in disgust.

“You're kidding me!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, “What the hell Georgia?!?!” He screamed again. I jumped onto my bed, backing as far away from him as I possibly could. I hated when people mess up my fake name! How hard is it to remember two fucking names?? I was about to shout 'ROSE!' at him, but before I could an enraged Harry burst into the room. He took in the scene, me on the bed, trying to get away, Brad standing there, furious, with a bloody lip.

“Get away from her.” Harry ordered.

“Or what curly? You gonna sing to me until I keel over?” Brad snickered.

“I'm not trying to be funny, asshole. Get out. Now.” Harry responded. He was scary looking, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His eyes dark. Brad seemed to realize that he shouldn't push Harry, because he was tipping over the edge. In a word, pissed. Brad slowly left the room, never taking his eyes off Harry.

“This isn't over.” Brad mumbled on his way out.

“Yes it sure as hell is!” Harry snarled, slamming the door in his face and locking it. He walked over to me, his eyes soft again, but his jaw clenched. I backed away slightly as he got closer.

“I would never hurt you Ariel.” He said. I nodded and relaxed. He sat beside me on the bed. His hand slowly came up to brush my hair out of my face so that my bruise was visible.

“I'm guessing that's the guy that hurt you earlier. Can I ask what his name is?” He mumbled.

“Brad.” I muttered. He sighed.

“I think I would have quite enjoyed smashing his nose.” He smiled gently. I laughed a little, I would have enjoyed watching.

“Before you go to sleep I'd like to take a few pictures of you for proof that he did this alright? If he shows up again I'm going to the police, hell, I might even if he doesn't.” He said quietly, taking out his phone. I nodded again, then closed my eyes so that he could take his pictures. There were exactly 3 clicks, and then he was rubbing my arm with a feather-light touch.

“Now can I sleep?” I pleaded, exhaustion had crashed like a wave over me. Harry nodded, letting me lay on his chest while he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

"I'm here for you. Sweet dreams baby." I heard Harry whisper. Sleep came quickly, the stress causing it to be deeper, and darker. Despite Harry's wish, no dreams...

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