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?


51. Sweater

Early evening I put my phone on Harry's big speakers and blasted all the one direction songs I owned. Full volume, and because of that one of the neighbors rang the doorbell about a half an hour after I turned it on. If it wasn't between songs I wouldn't have heard the bell.

I paused it quickly and rushed to the door. It was a man, he looked to be in his late 30's. He wore glasses, and a sweater vest. Fall was certainly showing it's colors but under all his layers he had to be sweating. I opened the door and smiled at him. He looked speechless for a moment, never seen a girl before, sweetheart? Or have you just never been this close to one?

“What can I do for you?” I questioned.

“Uh, er, the music was just pretty loud, and it's getting late...” He muttered awkwardly. I shot a glace at the clock on the wall. 5. Yeah, sure. It was getting late.

“It's not even dinner yet.” I commented.

“Yes, I was trying to be polite, but the music is getting quite annoying.” He answered boldly. My smirk seemed to kill his small seed of confidence.

“You think it's annoying?” I asked. He hesitated, but nodded nervously, pushing up his glasses. The small bit of sweat that appeared on his nose made them slip. I closed the door in his face, locking all 4 locks. I played the music again, not turning it down. I would have turned it up if I could have. The doorbell rang again and again when the first song ended.

I stood in the entryway, where the rude neighbor could see me through the small window. I flipped him off, an amused smile on my face. He looked appalled. He turned quickly and stomped down the porch stairs. Yeah, pissing me off on a day like today worked for you, didn't it? I played the music for another hour and a half. The man never came back- maybe he was smarter than he looked. I only turned it off because I'd rather not bother the other, friendly neighbors. If it was only the one guy who lived near us I would have played it all night. 

The bed was cold without Harry... It was a very lonely week. Work took up some time. I talked my boss into a couple extra shifts. Thank God he was a cool guy.

A few days before the lads were scheduled to be home I found one of Louis' sweaters at our place. I set it aside so that I could bring it to him when he got back, but then I found his iPod too. He might want that as soon as he gets back... I wonder how long it's been here? I decided that I didn't have anything to do, so why not drop these off at his house before work?

I shrugged to myself and grabbed Harry's spare key to Lou's house off the key rack. I whistled as I hopped into my Volvo with Louis' iPod and sweater. I didn't drive hastily, there was plenty of time. When I got to Louis' house and let myself in I found that the lights were on. Odd... He must have left in a hurry.

I shuffled to where his bedroom should be, down a hall with a few doors. I found it easily. It was a big bedroom, bigger than Harry and I's. I left the sweater and iPod on his bed, along with a note explaining how they got there.

I was about to leave, when I heard the quietest of noises... My head snapped around to look at the bathroom door. Underneath was a shadow that shifted ever so slightly. I tiptoed over, lying on my stomach next to the door. I could see feet under the door, they were a man's feet. Louis'... Why would Louis be home already? Harry wasn't supposed to be home for another two days... He's cheating, he lied, he's cheating. I stood back up, leaving quickly.

Louis obviously knew I was here and he was going to tell Harry that I came over. But he most likely assumed that he didn't get caught, and that's what he'll say. Good, I could bring the subject up myself when Harry got home...

I had completely stopped the over-friendliness with my male customers since Harry pointed it out, but on the two days after I found Louis, at home and not out of the country with Harry, I flirted it up. I got a lot of money in tips, and I mean a lot. And I didn't feel bad, if he was gonna lie to me, I was gonna flirt to make more money. At the beginning of the week I'd even been contemplating meeting him at the airport. Not anymore...

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