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?


59. Jeremy

I just sorta sat there for a half an hour, doing nothing. When I decided that I'd been thinking too much I called Kate. I had to wait until Harry's call had gone to voicemail before I could dial her. She answered, and we had a short conversation.

“I'm at the airport.” I whimpered.

“You're leaving??” She exclaimed.

“Yes, I'm going to America, and I'm going to need your help, okay? You're the only one I've got. You've gotta be the person I can talk to. If Harry or anyone asks you if you know what happened to me, you say that you have no clue. You have to lie.” I began to cry again. When will these stupid water-works end?? Wait... I'm pregnant, so they won't end for 9 more months... Fuck.

“Ariel, you can still change your mind. You can still stay here, and tell Harry the truth. Shit, speaking of him, he's calling me right now.” Kate mumbled.

“Don't answer! But, keep an eye on him for me, please? Make sure he doesn't do anything rash?” I asked, that would make me feel so much better.

“I will.” She promised. I took a deep breath.

“Thank you, so much. Now I've got to call my mum.” I sighed.

“Love you babe.” She said.

“Love you too Kate.” I replied, then hung up and dialed my mum. She'd probably disown me again, because you know, I kinda sinned; at least according to her book.

“Hey mum. I have to tell you something.” I sniffled.

“Are you crying? What's wrong??” She demanded, panicking.

“Well, uh, I'm sort of pregnant...” I began.

“That's wonderful honey!! I'm so happy for you!” She squealed. That only made it worse.

“No mum, not happy. Not happy at all. I'm in the airport right now, it's a long story and I'll explain when everything's calmed down. I need you to pretend that you have absolutely no idea where I went. I need you to lie to Harry if he manages to get a hold of you. I don't care what you say, cry a little, but just pretend that I dissapeared.” I said.

“What?! Why? Is the baby not Harry's?” She demanded. And there it is!

“No! Jesus, mom of course it's Harry's!! It's... It's just for the best.” I explained. The tears that settled on my cheeks and nose had become part of my day. Routine.

“So you're going to do all the work while he gets off easy, singing into a microphone every night with his best buddies??” She exclaimed, outraged.

“No mum! He doesn't get off easy! He works hard to keep his job!! He'll find someone new, perhaps when his career slows down, and he'll be happier than he would have been with a baby and I.” I argued, more reassuring myself than her. She sighed.

“Fine, I'll help you out. I want you to call me everyday, alright? And when you land. Have a safe flight.” She ordered.

“I promise.” I nodded, wiping away more wetness. I probably looked completely pathetic to everyone in the airport. As soon as I hung up with my mum I turned my phone off. Every time it buzzed, I knew it was Harry, and it drove the pieces of my heart a little farther apart.

The plane began boarding all too soon, and I almost didn't get on. Only when woman shouted, “Last call to board flight 5679!” did I actually get up. I ran to the gate, fumbling with my things.

“I'm sorry! Here's my ticket.” I muttered, shoving my boarding pass and my passport at her. She filled out all the necessary boxes, then smiled as she let me on the plane... 

“Hello ma'am, can I offer you something to drink?” A nice looking flight attendant offered once we were in the air. My eyes caught sight of the bottle of wine and beers.

“Do you have juice?” I asked.

“Yes, we have orange and apple juice, but the wine is also free...” She trailed off. Gee, why wouldn't a girl, who looked as depressed and fucked up as me, want a glass of wine?

“Uh, I'll take orange juice. I don't think my travel buddy would appreciate wine.” I commented, my hand moving to caress my soon-to-be-inflated belly. The woman smiled cheerfully, and poured me my orange juice.

“Congratulations.” She grinned before moving on to the next person. I took a big sip.

“Yes. Congrats. I'm glad my life is ruined.” I mumbled, quiet enough so that only I could hear. The man next to me looked like he was around 25. He was smiling at me.

“May I help you?” I questioned after a minute or two.

“I just heard you say that you're pregnant. Who's the father?” He asked kindly. He was American.

“Uh, my fiance.” I answered, flashing my ring. That hurt. That hurt a lot.

“Congratulations! When are you due?” He asked. Obviously, I didn't look very pregnant.

“I don't know... A long time from now...” I answered, taking another drink of orange juice. I really wish I could get drunk off this stuff...

My hand cradled my stomach the entire plane ride, and most of the time I conversed with the man next to me. His name was Jeremy. He was very friendly. He picked up on my moods, on my tone of voice... Over the 9 hour plane ride, I ended up telling this stranger my entire life story. We laughed, I cried... He held me, and comforted me. He was nice. Genuine.

When the last few hours came along, I'd fallen asleep on his shoulder. It was amazingly nice, to have someone who was there for me, even for only a few hours. Harry would be there for you; I reminded myself. Jeremy shook me gently when the plane landed.

“Georgia Rose, wake up. We're in Fargo.” He whispered in my ear. Ah, and there are the few things I lied about. Including my name, and who the father of my child was. It disgusted me that when asked who the father was, I said his name was Brad. But it was the only thing I could think of on the spot.

“Thank you.” I muttered groggily, getting out of my seat and letting him out.

“Do you have a place to stay?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah, yeah. I rented an apartment online.” I replied.

“Alright, here's my number if you need anything. Anything at all.” He handed me a piece of paper. He was flirting with me... Maybe that was the only reason he listened. I should tell him that I'm not interested...

“Thank you. Thank you so much for listening to me, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now.” I admitted, really hoping that I didn't hurt his feelings. He helped me so much. I would have cried throughout the entire plane ride if it wasn't for him.

“Don't worry. You're not my type.” He laughed. Well, I was a little offended...

“Why not?” I questioned, the irritation and hurt clear in my voice. He laughed again.

“Well, you have breasts, for starters.” He smirked.

“Oh! Okay, then I'll call you.” I smiled, my cheeks heating up.

“Sounds good. We should plan a lunch sometime soon. Once the jetlag is gone.” Jeremy smiled, he took my hand. We held hands throughout the airport, and he pecked my cheek when my cab arrived. Jeremy was probably the best thing that could have happened to me on that day...

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