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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37. Popcorn

Harry called me in the early morning to tell me what he came home to... Louis had gone into Harry's house yesterday, instead of seeing Eleanor, and covered everything in toilet paper. A note hung outside the front door with a picture of Lou giving a thumbs up, and 'I told you so :)' written on it.

Personally, I thought the entire situation was hilarious, Harry didn't quite think so. But I knew he was at least somewhat amused- and also a little impressed. After I'd finally stopped laughing at Lou's prank, I called my mum, which was an interesting experience for both of us...

“Hello?” She answered, not recognizing the number. Sad.

“Hi mum...” I muttered.

“Ariel? Is this you?” She asked. I swallowed my sarcastic remark. No, it's Shelby. Of course it's Ariel! Who else would call you mum??

“Yep.” I replied.

“Wow I didn't think you'd call...” She mumbled.

“Neither did I...” I said quietly, to quietly for her to hear, “So uh, I don't want to leave things how they are. Would you want to meet me for lunch?” I offered.

“Sure. That's uh, very mature of you. Where? When?” She questioned. Gee thanks mum, I'm glad you think I still have the maturity level of a 12 year old. Hell. Why was I doing this to myself?? 

“At Harry's Uncle's restaurant. I'll text you the address. How about we meet on Monday, at ll?” I suggested.

“That sounds wonderful. I'll see you then hon.” She responded, not-so-subtly-hinting at wanting to get off the phone.

“K, bye.” I said, hanging up. I texted her the address, then went to take a bath before work. After my exciting shift at work (not really, it was boring as hell), I changed into sweatpants and one of Harry's t-shirts that somehow ended up at my place.

I threw my hair up into a messy bun, grabbing some random bin that I had in my closet and filling it with my belongings. It felt so weird. I was going to move into someone else' house. Someone who is a boy, who I love, who is not related to me... Who would have thought they'd ever see the day??

I didn't get around to packing much, I had to leave to get to Harry's house. I considered changing into nicer clothes, and finally decided on just changing my pants. I pulled on some skinny jeans, then stumbled out the door with a full box in my arms. It took me a few minutes to get it stuffed into the back seat of Harry's Mercedes, but soon I was in his driveway. It took me just as long to get it back out again, then I walked carefully up the steps and rang the doorbell.

He answered, immediately taking the box from me and disappearing up the stairs. I looked around a bit while he was gone, there still were a few pieces of TP that he missed when he cleaned up. I plucked them from their hiding places and threw them away. He returned with a grin on his face.

“You're wearing my shirt.” He commented as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to him. One of his hands slipped into my back pocket. One of mine did the same, slipping the 50 pound note he'd given me the other night in there with it.

“Yes, I am.” I grinned.

“It suits you.” He mused. My grin transformed into a smirk, my eyes rolling slightly.

“I cleared a cupboard out for you in my washroom. And I organized the dresser and the closet so that you'll have plenty of space. Then there are other rooms around the house where you can store things if you'd like.” He beamed, placing a kiss on my forehead.

“Okay, I can bring more stuff over this weekend.” I smiled. He took my hand in his, walking me out to his Mercedes. I handed him the keys when we each got in, blushing a bit.

“I know this cinema that shouldn't be very busy. I checked and it's playing the movie you want to see. It's old but it's got pretty good screens and the best popcorn you've ever tasted.” Harry grinned as he began to drive in the opposite way of the normal theater I went to. 

“I'm not afraid to try new things.” I agreed. We chatted to fill up the short drive, happy. Like best friends. That's what Harry was, he was my best, closest friend. Plus something more...

“I called my mum today.” I said, only after swallowing another handful of popcorn. Harry was sitting down in the cushy seat next to me. He'd been right, we almost had the place to ourselves. Other than a middle aged couple in the corner.

“What'd she say?” He asked, also munching on the delicious popcorn. 

“We agreed to meet for lunch on Monday.” I answered.

“Good! I hope this time goes better. I'd like to hear about it afterward.” He replied as the previews began to roll.

“I'll recap every minute for you.” I grinned. Harry put the cup holder between us up, and I curled into his chest. He held me there by putting his arm around me. I watched the first 20 minutes of the movie, it's really not  that scary in the beginning. It has to develop. Sadly, I didn't stay awake long enough to see that happen. One moment I'm watching the plot unfold and the next I'm hearing an unfamiliar voice in my ear.

“Sir, Ma'am, the movie's over. It has been for while. The cinema closes soon.” A male's voice came to me. I groggily sat up, allowing my eyes to focus. The person speaking was a young man, maybe 16, holding a broom and a dustpan filled with popcorn. Harry woke up slowly beside me.

“Oh... Yeah, sorry. Great... movie.” I yawned. I got up and stretched as Harry did the same. He rested a hand on my waist on our walk out. We drove to his house, and I spent the night curled under his arm. He was too tired to drive me home, and honestly I didn't want to go. I was ready for that house to be my home...

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