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?


54. Celebrate

When I woke in the morning, tangled up with the sheets and with Harry, I wore nothing but the ring on my left hand. For the first time, I felt no regret. Not even a speck. And, for the first time, I actually slept with someone. I fell asleep. That had never happened to me, normally I'd just sit in bed afterward, full of self loathing. But not this time.

Harry was asleep, his body draped with the blue sheets. He looked beautiful. He was best thing that ever happened to me... Me, engaged, to the boy of my dreams. I never would have guessed that this would ever happen...

Harry began to stir. When his sleepy eyes opened, they stared right at me. A smile added to both our features.

“That was incredible. You, are incredible.” He murmured, nuzzling his face into my neck.

“Amazing.” I agreed. We laid in bed a for a while, laughing and whispering conversations. Then I remembered my plans for today. I had to do some ring shopping of my own. I slipped out of bed, stretching. Harry was watching me with his head propped on his elbow.

“You are so beautiful.” He sighed.

“Thanks, so are you.” I smiled, laughing lightheartedly. “I'm going to shower.” I sighed happily.

“This time can I come with?” He teased.

“No, you're too much of a distraction.” I laughed, skipping into the bathroom. Harry chuckled behind me as I closed the door. I didn't bother locking it. I sang in the shower again, but not quietly. I'd never felt so happy. I was getting married. Me. I was in love.

I toned it down to a hum when I got out and wrapped myself in a towel. I got dressed in the middle of our room. Harry wasn't there anymore. Both our clothes from last night were still scattered on the floor.

Once my hair and make-up was done. I wandered down stairs, Harry was in the kitchen. Making breakfast, in only grey sweatpants. His hair was going everywhere, and when he turned to me I saw his cheeks were flushed in the most attractive way. He placed a stack of pancakes on two plates, then three pieces of bacon on each. I made us each a cup of tea and we sat across from each other at the dining table.

“These are really good.” I complimented, finding myself a lot more hungry than I thought.

“Thanks, do you want me to make some more?” He asked, noticing how fast I was devouring them. Yes.

“No, no. This is enough.” I lied, smiling gratefully.

“Alright... I heard your singing again.” He chuckled, his eyes twinkling.

“I hope that's a good thing.” I grinned.

“Oh yeah. It's very cute.” He nodded. I laughed, then finished off my tea.

“I need to pick up something at the store.” I stood up, bringing my dishes to the sink.

“Really?” He mumbled, grinning as he spun me around and pressed me against his bare chest.

“Mhmm.” I nodded, beginning to trace the black script on his shoulder with my index finger.

“I can't come with?” He asked. 

“No. It will be quick.” I answered.

“Okay, have fun.” He grinned, pecking my cheek. I smiled, finding my way out of the kitchen and to the front door after he let me go. The drive was quiet, peaceful. I replayed the night before in my head, multiple times.

The jewelry store was a good distance away. When I finally got there, I had my doubts about finding the perfect ring at the first place, but I was wrong. I looked at a few, but one just seemed to hit me. I stared at it, a grin spreading on my face. There was a man working there and I called him over.

“How may I help you ma'am?” He asked.

“Can I see that ring?” I questioned.

“Of course.” He nodded, then reached down to grab it. He handed it to me. I marveled at it. It would go perfectly with mine, and it was masculine enough for Harry. It was a thick gold band, with 5 mid-sized diamonds set in it, not sticking out, but compressed inside the gold.

“May I see your hand?” I asked suddenly. The man looked surprised, but obliged. I studied his hand, Harry's was slightly bigger.

“What ring size would you wear?” I questioned.

“10.” He answered promptly.

“Alright, can I get this ring in a size 11?” I replied.

“Surely.” He nodded, taking the ring from me and putting it back in the display, then going to a door in the back and disappearing behind it. I was grinning to myself, but then it faltered when my eye finally caught the price... 1500 pounds. A staggered breath came out of my mouth. That was a little more than I imagined... I had enough, but it would take a pretty good chunk out of my savings.

I shook it off. It was for Harry, they can't put a price on the perfect wedding band. Well, they can sure try... The man soon came out with a neatly wrapped box, and I handed him my debit card. With a few buttons and my signature, 1500 pounds disappeared from my account...

“Thank you sir.” I smiled when I left. He smiled back but didn't say anything. Harry can't see the ring until nearer to the wedding, so I'd have to hide it. I stopped quickly at the store to get a few groceries so that Harry wouldn't be suspicious, then went home.

When I got home there were 4 extra cars in the driveway. The lads came over, I bet Harry told them already... There were shouts when I walked in the door, excited shouts. Happy shouts. I laughed quietly on my way to the kitchen. I had to walk through the living room on my way, where I was picked up and jumped on by yelling boys.

“I just told them.” Harry laughed through a tight hug from Liam and Zayn. Niall had picked me up off the floor and Louis joined the hug.

“Clearly.” I grunted, being squeezed tighter.

“We're so happy for you guys!!” Zayn exclaimed, there were shouts of agreement and congratulations.

“I've got to put these in the kitchen and call Kate.” I smiled kindly when Niall finally set me down. I put the groceries away, then hid the ring box in my purse. I took a deep breath as my phone rang in my ear. I was worried Kate might not answer, but she did after a few rings.

“Hello?” She answered, sounding groggy.

“Hi Kate, uh, I have a question for you.” I grinned.

“Is that good?” She asked.

“Definitely.” I nodded.

“Okay, shoot.” She insisted.

I hesitated a moment, “I was wondering, if you'd be the maid of honor at my wedding?” I smiled. I had to take the phone away from my ear while she screamed.

AHH!! Yes!! Yes, YES!!!” She shouted, “You and Harry are getting marriiiiieeeeddd!!” 

I laughed, admiring my beautiful ring in the light of the kitchen. Kate and I chatted for about a half an hour, mostly about the wedding, and also about her and Scarlet.

When we finally hung up I joined the lads in the living room. They were whispering, and immediately shut up when I walked in. I managed to catch a couple words. No... They wouldn't be talking about... I shot Harry an accusing look.

“What were you talking about?” I questioned, crossing my arms as I stood in front of them. They all looked at each other uncomfortably.

“Okay, I can't say I didn't think that you'd tell them. But while I'm right in the other room?” I challenged, staring down Harry. He fidgeted guiltily. Honestly I was finding the whole thing pretty hilarious.

“It just sort of... came up” He mumbled. Everyone avoided eye contact. I shook my head, making my way up the stairs to our room. I quickly hid Harry's ring in one of my dresser drawers. His footsteps soon rang out behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, I felt his breath on my neck.

“I'm sorry sweetie.” He whispered.

“What did you tell them about me?” I smiled slightly.

“You're not mad?” He asked, surprised.

“No, not at all.” I chuckled. I was in too good a mood to be angry, “So what did you tell them?” I asked again.

“I told them that it was like magic. The best night of my life.” He murmured, content now that he knew I wasn't mad.

“The best?” I grinned wider, turning to face him.

“The best.” He confirmed, a smile lighting up his face.

“What do you say we all go out for lunch, to celebrate?” I suggested.

“Sounds like a great idea.” Harry agreed, then took my hand and led me downstairs again. We all went out for pizza, real classy, I know. It was good enough. We didn't have to eat at a fancy place to celebrate, in fact, pizza probably made me happier than any other restaurant would have. I was glowing. And I kept on glowing for the next week...

After lunch we all hung out at Harry and I's for a few hours. We made a huge mess of the house. I don't even know how we managed to do it, but there was going to be serious cleaning to do.

When the boys had all left Harry and I discussed a wedding date. We decided on October 30th. The day before Halloween; which was coincidentally my favorite holiday. That was right before he had to leave to go on tour.

He said we could meet each other as much as possible, and he'd come home on his down time. I'd declined his invitation to come with, sure it was tempting, but I didn't want to be a burden- and I'm sure that's what I'd end up being. I could spend some time with Eleanor and Perrie and Kate. I was going to miss him like crazy... I really hope I don't lose my mind. I tried not to think about how long he was going to be away...

A/N: Here's Harry's ring! -Xx


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