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?


16. S-H-I-T

Ariel's Pov.

My alarm woke me up early enough for me to have time to get ready. Despite the fact that I knew I wouldn't actually be on camera, I found myself unbelievably nervous. Halfway through the process of curling my hair my phone began to ring. I answered it, pressing speaker as I continued.

“Hello beautiful.” Harry's voice filled my bathroom.

“Hey cheeky.” I smiled.

“Lou's house got TP'd last night, it took him and hour and a half to clean it up.” He told me.

“Really?? Gah! How rude!” I said with fake shock, an impossibly large grin spreading across my face.

“Tell me about it...” He scoffed, “Lou!” I then heard him exclaim, now in the background.

“FYI, I know it was you two, and I will find a way to get you back.” Louis said into the phone, before I could respond Harry was back. I laughed, trying not to move my shoulders, so that I didn't burn myself with the curling iron.

“Damn, I thought we executed everything perfectly.” Harry laughed lightly.

“I saw you run and jump behind the tree when I went downstairs.” Lou said loudly.

“Oh he means when you tackled me?” I asked, giggling again.

“Uh, yes, I believe so.” Harry laughed, with a bit of a strange undertone, though I didn't give it a second thought.

“I called to make sure you were up, and to tell you that I'll be there in 30 minutes.” He added. I smiled at myself in the mirror as I finished my hair. I loved what I looked like with perfectly curled hair, I hope Harry likes it... Wait. Since when did I care what guys thought of my hair?!? I shook it off, remembering that I was still on the phone.

“I'll see you soon.” I smiled.

“Bye Love.” He said warmly. I waited for him to hang up but he didn't, and I couldn't because my hands were busy with my make-up.

“You liar, you didn't call her to see if she was up.” I heard Lou say. Harry must think he hung up... I stopped what I was doing, and listened to what they were saying. I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but I didn't care that much.

“What are you talking about?” Harry asked defensively.

“You called because you just like her that much, and you missed her over the course of 10 hours.” Lou replied. Well now of course I couldn't hang up.

“It sounds more pathetic when you say it like that.” Harry said quietly, I could picture his corresponding wince.

“I've never seen you like this. You get flustered so easily, and distracted. And you seem so.... Happy, all the time.” Lou continued. It sounded like he just described the person I was turning into.

“Sorry...” Harry mumbled.

“Don't apologize mate, it's refreshing to experience from the outside as well.” Louis chuckled softly. Harry then mumbled something that I didn't understand.

“I didn't quite catch that.” Lou muttered. Thank you Louis, make him speak up.

“I think I'm in love with her.” Harry said, still mumbling, but louder. My entire body suddenly went into hyper drive. My breathing accelerated, my heart beat twice as fast. In the mirror my eyes widened and lips parted in shock. My knees slowly buckled, lowering myself to the floor, head resting against the wall.

Fuck. I couldn't handle anymore, I jumped to grab my phone from the counter as the two boys continued to speak and hung up. We've only known each other for a little over a week! If love existed it definitely wouldn't happen that fast. (Part of me hoped, with a passion, that it did. That he did love me. I pushed that part of me to the back of my mind, where it still could sit, but not scare me to death.)

The idea of love, in my mind, was the scariest thing in the world... Why? I don't know, maybe because of how my childhood turned out. My mother said she loved me, but she doesn't. Mike, my only other boyfriend told me he loved me, and then told me he actually didn't right after he got into my pants. Or, maybe I'm scared because I just don't know what it feels like...Oh I think you know exactly what love feels like, you just choose to push it away. That little part of me thought.

“Shut up!” I pleaded. Great, now I'm talking back to myself. It's alright Ariel, love isn't a real thing. Sooner or later Harry has to come to his senses...

I finished my make-up and got dressed, not allowing myself to feel anything. Banishing all emotion.

I'd picked out one of my cuter dresses before I showered. It was a simple white dress, that had swirls and designs at the bottom of the skirt- which reached my knees. I wore brown high heel boots that went only just above my ankles, and made me a few inches taller. I finished by adding a short jean jacket.

I sat on the edge of my bed, grinding my teeth together in anxiety while I waited the last 10 minutes for Harry to arrive. When the knock came at my door I felt my heart skip a beat- like literally, I was worried for a second that I might die...

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