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?


2. First Second Date

“Hello Georgia.” Styles smirked, leaning against my door frame.

“You forgot the Rose part... But anyway, what's up Styles?” I mirrored his expression. Kate had done my make up and hair, I didn't even know what I looked like, but judging by the expression on Styles' face I must have looked pretty damn good. I wore a strapless, deep purple dress. It hugged my curves and cut off mid-thigh. His eyes traveled up and down my body, I cleared my throat and raised my eyebrows at him. 

“Remind me to wear sweats next time.” I snickered. He looked surprised at my words. I guess he was used to dealing with girls that went with whatever he wanted. He'd have to change his expectations. I closed the door behind me and followed him out.

“You look very nice tonight.” He complimented, sounding like he had no idea what to say. That's better.

“Thank you.” I smirked, hopping in the passenger seat of his car. He got in quickly after me, running around the other side of the car. Was he planning on opening my door for me? Maybe he wasn't so bad after all...

“Where too?” I asked quietly, trying to be more considerate.

 “My uncle's restaurant.” He answered. “It's just around the block so if we have a bit too much to drink, I figured we could walk to your place and I could crash there.” He added, a wide grin breaking out on his face. He peeked over at me to watch my reaction.

“Something tells me you're going to get drunk on purpose.” I replied with a mocking tone.

“Don't flatter yourself sweetheart.” He rolled his eyes.

“I consider myself a very modest human being.” I laughed.

Yeah, right.” He grinned. I playfully smacked his shoulder. He laughed. We arrived at his uncle's restaurant quickly, he was right, we would easily be able to walk from here to my place. A small part of me hoped he did get drunk.

We had a very nice meal, laughing and joking with each other. And guess what? Styles got 'drunk'. I only had one glass of wine, but he had 12. Yes, you read that right. Twelve. He winked at me every time he filled up his glass, which I loved a little too much.

I supported half his body weight most of the walk back. Though, it only took one small grunt from me to make him carry himself dramatically more. Styles kept stumbling over his own feet, and every time he did I would catch him before he fell, then we'd laugh it off. Honestly, he over did the whole thing, big time.

“Do you mind if I sleep here? I'm really not that drunk, I could drive home.” He smiled dumbly when we reached my apartment. I could barely understand what he said, his words slurred so badly. You could say that acting wouldn't be a successful career choice for him. Styles was perfectly capable of driving himself home. He'd gone to the washroom before we left (shocker) and I'd checked the bottle of wine, it was non-alcoholic. But Styles was cute, so I chose to ignore it.

“No no no, you stay here.” I insisted, shaking my head. How he thought he was fooling me? We may never know. He fell onto my bed, patting the space next to him. I rolled my eyes, but snuck under the covers beside him. We both completely forgot about pajamas, falling asleep in the clothes we wore to the restaurant...

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