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?


9. Unsightly

A/N: Thoughts on the new summary? I'm not super sure about it... Thanks for reading!! -Xx

You don't look excited to see me.” Brad's eyes sparked. He came closer and closer.

“Stop, Brad.” I warned.

“Stop what?” He questioned, coming closer still, causing me to back into the side of some stranger's car. My eyes widened in fear as he pressed his body against mine.

“Get away from me.” I said quietly, despite my efforts, my voice sounded scared. That's just what he wanted!

“You didn't miss me?” He mused, leaning down to my level. His eyes observed mine. I didn't look away, unwilling to show my fear. A bird and a cobra. If the bird moves, the cobra strikes. 

“Not at all.” I clenched my teeth. Quite the opposite, I thought. Anger flashed in his eyes, but went away quickly. He has a temper, I reminded myself. 

“Where you off too? That's an awful short skirt..” He grinned, running his hand up my leg.

“Keep your filthy hands off me.” I growled, shoving him away. His jaw clenched and he came back before I could run. He pushed me up against the car even harder. Violently, causing me to wince in pain. Shit, he was getting mad. Don't provoke him you idiot! I just had to wait for him to let me go. There was no getting away... My pepper spray sat on the passenger side seat, in my car.

“I'll do whatever I want.” He shouted.

“Lower your damn voice!” I hissed. This situation was bad enough I didn't need him fucking yelling at me!

“You're right, we shouldn't make a scene. So shut up.” He snarled. He placed his hands under my shirt at my hips, crushing his lips to mine in the process. I pushed on his chest with as much force as I could muster, but he was too strong. When he finally pulled away to begin kissing my neck I slapped him as hard as I could. So hard he stepped back a few feet. I hope that hurts for a while, you dick. Now he was mad.

“You dumb bitch.” He exclaimed, grabbing one of my wrists and my opposite arm, squeezing. Ow. Ow.

“Brad,” I cried, “You're hurting me.” His face was red with anger, where I hit him it was a shade redder. Good.

“You think I care?” He snarled.

“God dammit just let me go!” I exclaimed. He smiled, taking pleasure in my pain.

“You hit me. Why the hell would you hit me when I was trying to kiss you?” He demanded.

“It wasn't kissing it was sexual assault you dick.” I said quietly. He let go of my arm, but not my wrist. His free hand was used to slap me across my face, next to my eye. Shit that hurt! Holy fucking hell!!

“Don't think I'm gone for good. And don't go around sleeping with other guys, you're mine.” He spat. He let go of my wrist and left, leaving me to collapse on the asphalt. I held my face in my hands, sitting against the strangers car. I had to go to work. I can't be late, I can't be late. I got up from the ground and ran to my car, getting in and locking it. I cried on my drive to work, parking in the lot and sobbing louder.

You know how I mentioned those couple one-night-stands? Bad decision. One of the guys, turned out to be a total psychopath, and now he's back... I wiped the tears away, looking at the clock. My shift starts soon. I ran inside and instantly into the bathroom. I gasped when I saw myself in the mirror. My eyes were red from crying, and beside my right eye was beginning to bruise. It was going to be a big bruise... I adjusted my hair so that it covered most of it, I'd just have to look down all night or make up excuses. But how was I going to explain the finger shaped bruises that were forming on my arm and wrist?

“Come on Dad. You really had to give me the ability to bruise like a banana??” I whispered, looking up at the ceiling out of habit. My t-shirt sleeves weren't long enough to cover either. My shirt was twisted and my skirt was tucked into my underwear. I fixed my clothes, accepting that I'll just have to put a fake smile on my face. I took a few deep breaths, and squeezed my eyes shut for a few seconds before going out to start my shift.

I was 30 minutes away from being done and going home when I arrived at my last table of the night. “Hello, my name's Ariel. I'll be your server, can I take your order or do you need a few more minutes?” I rattled off the routine greeting, then finally looked up, a now very well practiced fake smile on my face. My smile disappeared when I recognized the five boys sitting there. Oh. Shit.

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