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?

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45. Flirting

Those first two weeks living together were strange. It was weird not having total and utter privacy. For the most part we were fine, one day was particularly weird, and there was one good sized argument. The argument came first...

Harry picked me up from work on Wednesday, he came early without me knowing. He watched me flirt with a few men, only for the tips of course, but I guess it looked bad... Thank God he was good enough not to make a scene at the restaurant, but he was silent on the ride home, then when we got into the living room...

“I don't like how you act with your male customers.” Harry said quietly, his lips pressed into a thin line. A sudden anger began to boil inside me. He was not the boss of me. How the hell else was I supposed to make money? Oh, Ariel, you could join a band, couldn't you??

“And how exactly is that?” I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You flirt, a lot. Over the top if you ask me...” He answered.

“Well, nobody asked you, did they?” I muttered, walking to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Harry followed quickly behind me, not quite knowing what to say. His comment was uncalled for, and oh-oh-oh did it make me mad.

“Fine, but it is! It's ridiculous! What does flirting get you?” He exclaimed.

“It gets me a living! I'm sorry I'm not as talented as you and need to scrape up as much as I can at my cheap-ass job!” I replied, pissed.

“You know that's not what I meant!” He was just about as mad as me. I knew he was right. I was definitely wrong, but I was angry and stubborn enough not to admit that. His argument was justified, and honestly it was only a matter of time before he noticed my work habits...

My tea was done brewing in one of those single-cup things and was steaming from my mug. I picked up my tea and stalked out the door and up the stairs. Harry again, followed behind me.

“All I'm asking you to do is to stop flirting with them, because you have a boyfriend.” Harry claimed. I turned around quickly to face him in the doorway to our bedroom. He stopped short, almost falling over onto me.

I didn't like the word boyfriend. It wasn't strong enough... I pondered for a few seconds what words we could use instead, for a moment, the word fiance flashed in my head. But that was ridiculous, we only just moved in together. Besides, who said I planned on ever getting married. Marriage doesn't define your love for each other, therefore it is irrelevant. I remembered quickly that Harry was waiting for a response. I pursed my lips.

“Okay, mum, I'll give it a thought.” I nodded, closing the door in his face and locking it. I heard a mettle of profanities outside the door. I turned on the big TV across from the bed and crawled under the covers, drinking my tea slowly. Harry paced outside the door for a while, but then I heard him leave. I felt a bit guilty for fighting him on it, but hey, what else was I gonna do? He's cheating. He deserves it.

I slept restlessly, tossing and turning. I showered and got dressed before going downstairs. Harry was sitting on the couch, he looked worse than I did when I woke up. And I looked pretty bad. He didn't acknowledge me when I came down, which only fueled the fire. I walked straight to the kitchen, starting myself a cup of coffee.

The door opened a few seconds later, and slow footsteps rung out in the room. The pace of his steps were the reason I didn't expect what happened next... Harry grabbed my wrist, twirling me around to face him. Before I could process what he was doing I was up against the wall. He had one hand resting next to my head, which he used to balance himself as he leaned toward me. My previous anger faded, leaving bewilderment in it's place. My heart began to beat faster, same did my breathing.

“Now. Please, explain to me, are you still mad?” He questioned in a deep voice. His breath caressed my face, it smelled like coffee.

What the hell are you doing?” I demanded, my mind slightly foggy. 

“Asking you a question.” He answered simply. His eyes burned a little brighter. He was trying to scramble my brain, and it was somewhat working, but I wasn't going to let him see that.

“Then your answer is yes, I'm still unhappy with you.” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest to put a little distance between us.

“Why?” He replied, his confident eyes bored into mine. Leaving me mesmerized. I thought hard, struggling. Damn. Why was I mad at him?

“Er, because you were trying to tell me what to do.” I answered, smirking happily back at him. I remembered, he tried to make me forget, but I didn't.

“Oh, no. No I wasn't. I was merely asking that you stop flirting with your male customers, because of course, you have me to come home to.” He grinned wider, and then he was kissing me.

“And you like coming home to me, you wouldn't rather kiss any of them, would you?” He said on my lips, not giving me a chance to respond. Like I could. No, no, no, no. That boy was the most diabolical, insufferable, incredible, unbearable, extraordinary person I'd ever met...

“You're such an ass sometimes.” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck and beginning to play with his hair. He smiled hugely, yet, never broke our kiss. I don't know how long we were in the kitchen, but I do know my coffee got cold by the time we broke apart. And my hair was dry.

“Fine.” I muttered, my lips were a bit numb, I ran my fingers over them gently. A small smile spread across my face.

“Fine, what?” Harry questioned. I groaned quietly.

“Fine I'll stop flirting with the men at work.” I mumbled quickly. Harry grinned smugly.

That was it for our fight, pretty anti-climactic honestly. Other than that there were only a few small disagreements between Harry and I. Mostly result of my stubbornness. Solved easily....

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