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?


14. Something Else

We finished our meal, and began the drive back to London. There were a few hours to kill before the concert. We each sat in the back of Harry's car, with our feet in the others lap, stretching across the entire seat. Don't ask how we managed it, use your imagination. Harry tickled my bare feet, making me giggle.

“Hey Styles, you're just as ticklish as me, and in a very vulnerable position.” I warned. I only had one of his feet, the other rested on the floor. They weren't bare like mine, he had socks on. Though, I could easily tickle him through the socks... He smiled, taking my big toe between his thumb and pointer finger. Weirdo, hehe.

“I didn't take that into consideration.” He laughed.

“Oh I didn't think you did.” I grinned.

“I never understood why women paint their nails.” Harry mused, speaking of my royal purple toenails.

“Men can get pedicures too, but I'm going to guess your toes aren't purple.” I smirked.

“Once they ended up pink when I fell asleep on the tour bus.” He laughed. I joined in.

“I would've liked to have seen that.” I grinned.

“I'm sure. My feet looked sexy.” He nodded. I laughed at how legit he seemed.

“Is that the worst your friends have done to you?” I asked.

“Definitely not.” He said, a grin spreading slowly across his face.

“At a sleepover once, I woke up to a lovely drawing of a dick on my forehead, and powdered doughnut holes stuffed down my bra.” I laughed, remembering how angry I'd been. At least my friends were nice enough to use washable marker... Despite the fact that I'd been mad when it happened, it was one of my favorite memories now.

“How did they possibly do that without you waking up??” Harry laughed.

“I'm a deep sleeper.” I replied.

“You should not have told me that.” He smirked, mischief sparking in his eyes. I tickled the bottoms of his feet lightly, causing him to giggle. Ha! He just giggled! I loved that... We joked around with each other for the few hours that we had before the concert. He drove us the rest of the way when the time came, parking away from everybody else, which was a little odd, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I was to excited to be seeing my favorite band in concert! I followed him to a door.

“Harry everyone's going in over there.” I pointed to the crowd of people that was quite a ways from us.

“But you're special.” He answered simply. I was confused but just went along with it.

“Harry?” A guy opened the door after Harry knocked.

“In the flesh.” Harry grinned. The man shook Harry's hand, an answering smile spreading across his face.

“She with you?” The man asked.

“Yes, I spoke to, uh, him about it over the phone.” Harry said. The man nodded and opened the door the rest of the way to let us in.

“No. Way.” I breathed. We were backstage, like where no one who wasn't working the place got to go. There were a few couches about 20 feet ahead of us, Adam Levine sat on one, facing Harry and I. Christina Aguilera was on stage doing an opening act right now.

“No. Freaking. Way.” I repeated. When I looked up at Harry he was smiling, amused, down at me. “We're not gonna talk to them are we?” I asked, nervous now.

“Yes, that was the plan.” Harry smirked.

“Wow.” I squeaked.

“A little nervous are we?” He mused. This couldn't be any funnier to him, could it?

“Very. Very nervous.” I said, beginning to jump up and down the slightest bit. Harry laughed at me. He laughed loud enough to get Adam Levine's attention. I watched as Adam Fucking Levine smiled at us.

“Harry Styles.” He said loudly, getting up from the couch. I stopped bouncing, frozen.

“Shit, Harry!” I whispered urgently. Harry laughed again. This isn't funny!! I was flipping out! I'm gonna say something that makes me look like a complete idiot!

Adam Levine- it doesn't feel right to just call him 'Adam'...- walked up to stand in front of us. He looked at me with a sparkle in his eyes.

“And you must be Ariel.” He greeted, taking my hand from my side and pressing a kiss to it. Oh my God he knows my name. The fan girl inside me screamed. Thanks a lot Adam Levine, now I can't remember how to talk. I grabbed Harry's hand without thinking, holding it tight. He seemed surprised by my action, and I realized the same thing that he must be thinking. I've never held his hand before. I immediately dropped it, placing mine in my pocket. Guilt washed over me as I glanced at Harry's now disappointed eyes. I decided to concentrate on Adam Levine instead of feeling guilty.

“Hi.” I smiled shyly.

“I'm Adam. Welcome backstage. I hope you enjoy yourself.” He smiled. Like I didn't know who he was... “So, I have to get dressed and then go on. But Christina will be back here soon and I'm sure she'd love to chat with you two.” He said, leaving Harry and I to stand there.

“Let's sit.” Harry suggested, gesturing toward the couches.

“Are we allowed to?” I asked, unsure.

“Of course we are, Ariel.” He snickered. Hey, you can't blame me, I've never been to a concert before, and I've obviously never been backstage. He's done this hundreds of times. I followed him over to the couch. We sat beside each other, our thighs touching.

“This is kind of amazing. Thank you.” I muttered in his ear, leaving a quick kiss on his jaw. I felt him jump slightly at my action, which was weird, but I left it be.

“No biggie.” He smiled, leaning down to peck me on the lips. But once our lips touched, neither of us wanted to stop. So what was a quick peck, turned into a full on make-out session. We didn't even notice when the music ceased.

“Whoa, I can come back later.” A female voice chuckled from in front of us. Oh dear. I was scared to look up. There, standing, smirking at Harry and I, was Christina Aguilera.

“No, it's fine.” Harry answered.

“Okay, just had to make sure. You two looked busy.” She laughed again, sitting down across from us. I laughed nervously. Harry placed his hand on my knee that unknowingly was bouncing up and down. Another habit that originated in my father... 

“I'm Christina, you two must be Harry and Ariel.” She smiled. Damn, she knew my name too.

“Yes.” Harry grinned.

“So you two are a thing?” She asked, a delighted look in her eyes.

“Yep.” Harry replied, popping the 'p'. A huge smile appeared on his face when he seemed to realize that this was the first time he's been able to say that.

“Have you released it to the press yet?” She questioned.

“Not yet, but I was planning on it. According to my last interview I'm single.” Harry said. I just had no idea what to say. I was perfectly content just watching them have a conversation.

“My lips are sealed.” Christina grinned. I did end up talking a bit, but it was so intimidating. You weren't intimidated by Harry even though you knew he was famous, a little voice in the back of my head reminded me. Yeah, but that's different... Harry is, well... Harry.

We chatted some throughout the concert, but there was no talking when the music played; it was so loud. The whole thing was amazingly awesome. At the end of the night I got my picture with all the members of Maroon 5 and with Christina, then Harry drove me home. I was buzzing, even in the car.

“It's gonna be pretty hard for you to top that.” I teased.

“So you had fun?” Harry asked.

“More than I've had in a long, long time.” I grinned. I still couldn't believe that he actually did that! I mean, we only met a week ago, but he paid attention and noticed something that I didn't even talk about. And then he acted on it. Guys only do these kinds of things in movies, and that's after the couple has been together for like a year. Harry was, Harry was something else...

“Good.” He grinned. We arrived at my apartment building quickly, the venue not being that far from it. I leaned over and pressed my lips affectionately to his cheek, knowing that I'd never get out of the car if I actually kissed him.

“Goodnight.” I smiled warmly as I got out. He obviously wanted more than a kiss on the cheek, but he'd have to get over it.

“Night babe.” He said, sounding dazed. I grinned as I walked up to my apartment, softly humming Love Somebody...

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