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?


49. Fiance

Worry about the brunch with my mother hit me the night before. And it hit me hard...

“You have no reason to worry.” Harry attempted to reassure me.

“I have a long list of reasons to worry.” I argued.

“Like what? Name one.” He challenged as he took another bite of supper. He'd made spaghetti for the two of us.

“Uh, maybe she'll change her mind again and decide that it's a sin for us to move in together without getting married first. Then she'll make a scene and disown me and-” The words poured out of my mouth in a rush. Harry interrupted me.

“That's your most likely problem?” He asked. I didn't answer, it didn't make sense for me to argue with him about that. It's not like I was gonna get him to worry, and I wouldn't be able to handle it if he wasn't there as my rock.

“I don't think you have to worry about that happening.” He concluded. I shook it off, trying to believe him. I tossed and turned in bed that night, until Harry wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me up against him. After that I relaxed and slept soundly. We both slept late, in fact I woke up first. It was 10. We planned to meet my mum at 11.

“Wake up, Harry, we've got to meet Mum in an hour.” I groaned, untangling myself from the covers and him.

“Mmhm, I'm coming.” He mumbled, flipping over on the bed. He reached out and gave my side a little squeeze as I walked by.

“Eek!” I exclaimed, laughing. Harry chuckled at my reaction. He enjoyed that too much.

I showered and got ready before he did. I waited for him in the living room, but not for very long. The restaurant was not far away. It wasn't a fancy place either; fish and chips, pizza, pasta, soup... A large variety. I'd never been there before, but Harry said they had great tea.

Mom was late, Harry and I ended up sitting there alone for 30 minutes. At first I was mad, pissed actually. I mean, I wasn't holding a grudge against her any more but we were still no more than acquaintances as of that point. Co-workers. The fact that she had the nerve to be that late...

“I'm gonna leave if she doesn't show up soon.” I grumbled about 20 minutes in. She hadn't called or anything. Before Harry could respond the waiter came back once again.

“Nope, we're still waiting.” He waved him away before he could even speak, not looking away from me. I was leaning back in my chair, my arms crossed tightly across my chest. Anger coursed through my veins.

“She'll be here. Calm down.” Harry mumbled.

“Calm down? Calm down?! You want me to brush away the fact that she's 20 minutes late to meet her daughter who only just started speaking to her again?!!” I challenged, my voice was quiet but the fact that I was outraged was clear. I stood up quickly, prepared to take the first step toward the door.

“Stop. Ariel. If you leave now you'll regret it, I know you will.” Harry answered calmly. I felt my mood change suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes and spilled over. I put my hands over my face as the water began to run down my cheeks. I heard Harry jump up, and then he had his arms wrapped around me.

"Why are you crying?” He whispered, leading me to the table and having me sit down on his lap. Panic laced his voice, and confusion. Guys just don't understand mood swings do they? He cradled me like a little kid. People were staring, but neither of us cared.

“Harry, she's given up on me. She's not going to come!” I cried, sobbing quietly into his chest. He stroked my hair softly.

“Silly girl. Of course she'll come. She wouldn't have come to my house in the first place to meet you if she gave up. She probably just got stuck in traffic.” He murmured soothingly. I nodded, beginning to calm down.

“Okay. Okay.” I repeated, taking multiple deep breaths. My anger heightened once again when I heard clicks of cameras near by.

“Someone needs to tell them to get a damn life.” I muttered in Harry's ear. He chuckled.

“I wonder what they'll write about this one.” He whispered.

“Harry Styles breaks up with girlfriend, she desperately jumps in his lap, clinging onto what's left of the relationship.” I whispered dramatically. We both laughed. He pecked me on the cheek, not wanting to start any serious make-out session in the middle of the restaurant. With paps everywhere...

“And we made up.” He smirked.

“I doubt they'll include that part, just to keep people on their toes.” I grinned, getting up off him and sitting back down. My knee bounced unconsciously under the table, Harry reached over and rested his leg against mine after a few minutes. I smiled sheepishly, and stopped bouncing my leg, but as soon as he took his leg away I began bouncing it again without even thinking. He repeated the comforting gesture and laughed.

“Sorry, sorry. I get it from my dad.” I blushed.

“It's cute.” He shrugged. Harry and I were only alone for a few more minutes, when mum finally showed up I could have fallen to the floor with relief. I didn't stand up to greet her, I was too busy staring at the man on her left.

“Hi Ariel, Harry. This is Ron, my, uh, boyfriend.” Mum smiled at me. There were a rainbow of emotions that exploded inside me. Anger, that she could try to replace dad. Sadness, also because she was trying to replace dad. Anger again, that she was half an hour late, I assumed because of this man. Last but not least, happiness, the man was going to take care of her. And he seemed to be calming her down, she wasn't so intense anymore.

Harry stood up, eyeing me as he did. Harry was too polite to remain seated like I did. This was the same situation as last time, if I stood up, I wouldn't want to sit back down. I would make a bee-line for the door. Haz shook each of their hands. All three of them sat down, Harry brought over another chair for Ron. Ron sat beside Harry, and mum sat beside me. My hand was clenched into a tight fist in my lap.

“Hello, Ron. I haven't heard much about you.” I commented, slightly irritated about that fact. She could have told us that she was bringing a date. He had short cut blonde hair and blue eyes. Honestly, he could have been my father's brother... I pushed the thought away before I could get angry again.

“Well, I've heard a lot about you.” Ron laughed, it sounded merry, like how you'd imagine Santa's laugh.

A lot, huh? I wonder what that meant. I saw my mum shoot him a glare, he immediately toned it down. I considered saying 'Like what?' but I held my tongue. Harry sent me a worried glance, knowing what my knee-jerk reaction would be.

“Tell us about yourself.” I suggested, leaning forward a bit.

“Uh. I'm a doctor.” Ron answered uncertainly.

“Oh, what kind?” I asked, curious.

“Erm- A gynecologist...” He replied quietly. Harry and I shared a look of half-amusement and half-embarrassment. I wish I hadn't asked... Mum sat in her chair with a slightly mortified expression.

“That's... different.” I offered, not quite sure how to respond. My mother, was dating a man who inspected women's vagina’s as a living... Classy mom, real gospel of you. Ron looked relieved at my response. Still, awkwardness formed a cloud around us. The waiter saved everyone from having to say anything more on the topic, coming for our orders. All four of us told him what we wanted, then he left, and it was back to the awkward silence.

“It's quite nice out today.” Harry attempted at starting another conversation. Despite what a weak attempt that was, you had to give him credit, he was trying.

“Very...” My mother agreed, Ron merely nodded. Geez Mom! Can't you offer a little more than a one-fucking-word response?! Harry looked at me for help. It was going to be an awful lunch...

“Yes, I thought the weather man said something about rain today, it looks like he was wrong though.” I commented, trying to keep talking as much as I could. Harry and I carried out a conversation about the weather, which mum and Ron commented on in no more than 4 word sentences. I had to suppress the anger that this caused me. This was supposed to be a nice dinner with my mum and my boyfriend. And she had to bring this awkward gynecologist and ruin it!

“How long have you two been together?” I asked a direct question to try and get their mouths moving.

“About a year.” Mum answered, smiling down at the tablecloth. Wow. Suddenly my eye was drawn to silver reflecting in the sun that shown through the window. My gaze flashed down to my mum's left hand, that now instead of being hidden under the table was holding her glass of soda.

“And how long have you been engaged?” I asked. Mum choked on her drink at my question.

“2 days.” Ron answered. Not long, I didn't hold it against her for not telling me.

“Congratulations!” Harry grinned, I mustered a small smile.

“Congrats mum, I'm happy for you.” I took her hand in mine for a few seconds as a caring gesture. Now, if they'd only start speaking my irritation may go away for real! As I caught my mother's hand I felt Harry's leg begin to bounce under the table like mine did before. I vaguely wondered why...

We chatted for a long time, even after we were finished eating. To everyone's relief the topics seemed to flow smoothly, no more awkward silence. It was nice. Relaxing really. As time carried on the stress just seemed to melt away...

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