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?


4. Mr. Know-it-all

I began to feel my cheeks getting hot. I didn't recognize the feeling at first, it shocked me, but then I realized... I was blushing. What the hell?! I never get flustered and I never blush, but this boy, whom I've only known a few days, is causing both those damned things! I brought my hand up to feel my cheek. Wow. I was actually blushing... A wide grin spread across Harry's face. 

“Well thanks. Your bed is much comfier than mine.” He said, moving so that I could un-stick myself from the side of his car. He opened the passenger side door for me. I let out a small sigh of relief that he didn't push the topic of the non-alcoholic wine and our sleepover any further. I got in his car and began to take deep breaths, trying to will the blush away. 

“I never thought I was hot enough to make a girl breath like that.” Harry smirked when he got into the car and started it.

“I- uh, what?” I felt like my tongue was tied in a knot.

“You're breathing weird.” He explained, laughing.

“Sorry... I don't know what's wrong with me. I hope I'm not getting sick....” I mumbled. Yeah, that's it, I wasn't blushing, I must have a fever! And I guess I can't talk right because I'm concentrating on my fever! See, guys don't effect me like that. No one, effects me like that. Harry laughed again, this time louder.

“What's so funny?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Sick... You're trying to convince me that you're getting sick?” He laughed again.

“What other explanation is there?” I challenged.

“You like me, a lot. And you don't want to admit that to yourself.” He answered simply. A bit over confident, are we? 

 “Let me guess, you go out with guys all the time, you've never been in a long term relationship, and you don't know how to handle it when you actually have feelings for someone.” He continued. Very, very cocky. Bold too, saying something like that to me doesn't usually end well...

My arms crossed over my chest, and my jaw clenched. I refused to look anywhere but out the window. He has no idea what I've been through. He's acting like he knows me, and who I am, but he doesn't.

“You've only known me for two days, you can't make assumptions like that.” I muttered, not looking at him and not planning on it.

“So I'm right.” He concluded.

“Do I go out with a lot of guys? Yes. And yes I've made mistakes. But ponder about this, Mr. Know-it-all, I don't want to have real feelings for anyone. If you think you know me after one date you're way off, because I haven't told you a fraction of the things about myself.” I replied, the fact that I was pissed off was clear in my voice.

He pulled the car to the side of the road. I could feel him staring at me, waiting for me to meet his gaze, but I didn't. We sat there for a while before he sighed and put his hand to my cheek, moving my head so he could see my face.

“Are you alright?” He asked, sounding apologetic. I shook my head sharply, once. He struck a nerve. Damn, not many people could do that to me either...

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