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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17. Trouble

I took a deep breath and let Harry in, at least today I can blame the nervousness on the interview and the whole TV thing, right?

“What's wrong?” He asked immediately when he saw me. Sometimes his observation skills were annoying.

“Just a bit nervous...” I half-lied. After hearing what he said earlier I could barely look at him. He put his finger under my chin, making me. He seemed to try and read my thoughts by staring deep into my eyes, but then gave up.

“I'm 95 percent sure you won't even be on camera.” He said seriously.

“95?” My voice climbed an octave.

He grinned, amused, "95 is good. Don't worry.”

“Okay...” I gulped. It was a silent car ride, and I only assumed that we'd arrived at the venue because Harry stopped the car.

“Seriously Ariel. There's something wrong, and it's not just the interview.” Harry turned to face me, his lips were pressed into a taut line. Did he have to keep poking and prodding??

“Why would you think that?” I demanded. He didn't have to push this, it was only freaking me out more.

“Because you're not going to be on TV, it doesn't make sense that you'd look so upset.” He replied.

“Don't you trust me?” I questioned, irritation clear in my voice.

“How did this get turned around on me?? I'm just worried about you. Is there something wrong? Is that why you're being so defensive?” He said. For a moment I was pretty impressed, he could hold up an argument... Not many people had that skill. But then I was irritated again. Before I could respond, understanding washed over his features.

“You're nervous because you've never been in a relationship before, and now I'm going to announce us being together on live TV.” He nodded, not angry anymore. How could he actually think that?? Holy fuck, didn't we already have this damn conversation?!

“Are you kidding me?! We have to go over the relationship thing, again?! Didn't I already tell you that you are in no position to say anything of that, because you still barely know me??” I was boiling now, he knew how to push my buttons. Which was bad, very very bad.

“Just because I don't know every detail of your existence doesn't mean I don't know you! I'm correct, aren't I? You've never been in a relationship!” He argued.

“Yes I fucking have! Why the hell wouldn't I want a relationship if I hadn't already experienced how shitty they can be??” I snapped. I stared out the window, feeling like I wanted to scream. Harry was silent for about a minute.

“Are you going to tell me what's wrong or not?” He finally mumbled.

“I answered already, there's nothing wrong.” I replied, not looking at him. He used his index finger to turn my chin so that I faced him. He pressed his soft lips to my irritated ones. Despite my anger, I kissed back, because I'm an idiot.

“I promise not to bring up your past relationships again if you promise to always be honest with me. No matter what.” He whispered. I thought for a moment, I could be picky about this, but I decided against carrying out my stubbornness.

“Deal.” I agreed. He smiled, touching his nose to mine for a second or two, and then leaning back again. I met him outside the car, and followed into the building. We walked in a back way, where there wasn't a crowd of people. Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Niall greeted us when we walked through the door of the studio.

“Hello boys.” Harry grinned, “I have to have a bit of makeup done, you're free to come with.” Harry turned to me. I covered my mouth to muffle my laugh. My good mood had returned. Our argument forgotten. Harry? Having make-up done?

“Sure.” I agreed. I followed the lads to a room with 5 chairs, where they each sat down in front of a mirror and suddenly had someone working on them. Doing make-up, and fixing hair. It was quite funny to watch. Especially with how normal they acted...

I stood back and watched, making weird faces in Harry's mirror. The woman who was working on him told him harshly to keep still every time he laughed. The funniest part was when he tried his very hardest not to laugh, pressing his lips together, while the corner of his mouth twitched, until he would finally burst and each of the boys would stare at him in confusion. And every one of the hair people would yell at them to stop moving. I laughed silently behind them. It wasn't long until the makeup was finished, Harry came up to me as the rest of the people left the room, a few curious glances were shot toward us.

“You're trouble.” He almost growled.

“Definitely.” I smiled. He knew what he'd gotten into. He rested his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin. I felt his lips leave sweet kisses up my neck, down my jaw, on each of my cheeks, my nose, and finally brushed his lips over mine. My eyes closed as he did this, enjoying. I got up on my tip toes involuntarily, wanting to continue kissing him, but all I found was air. My eyes fluttered open, Harry stood an arms-length away, his hands on my hips. He teased me.

“Doesn't feel good, does it?” He smirked.

“Did you just...” I trailed off. He used one of my moves against me. How...?!

“I learned from the best.” His eyes sparked. There was a shakiness to his voice that shouldn't have been there. He wanted to keep kissing just as much as I did.

“Except when I do it, it doesn't backfire on me.” I laughed softly, trailing my index finger over the shape of his lips. He stepped in closer, giving up, but I put my hand on his chest.

“The stage is calling, pretty boy.” I smirked. He groaned in annoyance.

“Just one kiss to keep me sane?” He pleaded.

“I think I'll let you anticipate it.” I grinned. He groaned again as he grabbed a handful of my sleeve and towed me to a couple couches behind the scenes where the boys were waiting. He let go of my jacket, gently smoothed it out (something only Harry would do), and then joined the boys...

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