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?


38. Wrong

I woke up to my phone ringing on the nightstand beside the bed. Harry moaned next to me as he turned over to snake his arm around my waist. I answered my phone while he pulled me up against him, a grin stretching across my face.

“Hello?” I said, forgetting to check the caller ID.

“Hi Ariel, I can't do lunch on Monday, something came up. But I'm free today.” My mum said into the phone. Something came up that made you unable to have lunch with your daughter who is only speaking to you because it will make her boyfriend feel better? Must be pretty fucking important.

“Uh, okay. Same place, at 11.” I resolved.

“It is 11....” She said slowly. Damn, slept in again...

“Okay, noon then.” I mumbled, irritated. Today was supposed to be my day with Harry... I hung up my phone, setting it back down. I took Harry's hand from my waist and brought it to my lips, pressing them softly to the back of his knuckles.

“My mum canceled our lunch on Monday.” I muttered.

“Why?” He questioned, helping me turn around to face him. I could barely look at his face because he had me held against him so tight.

“Because 'something came up'. So she decided we should do it today...” I replied.

“Well... Okay... When?” He asked, obviously not thrilled with my mum's most recent snap decision.

“Noon...” I answered.

“Damn. It's gonna be boring sitting around here all alone...” He sighed.

“Sorry, she likes to believe the world revolves around her, she didn't even ask me if I had plans already. Maybe she just assumes I have no life.” I smirked. Or maybe she thinks my plans consist of committing the seven deadly sins on a daily basis and is trying to distract me for an hour.

“I guess I'll live. The longer I have to wait the more excited I'll be when I see you finally.” He laughed into my hair.

Excited?” I mused at his choice of words.

“Yes, excited. I don't think there's another word for it.” He smirked. I suppose I knew what he meant. Your heart pounds faster, you can't get the smile off your face. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense to use the word 'excited' in that context.

“You'd better start getting ready...” Harry sighed, interrupting my thoughts. He let me go. I rolled over to look at the clock. 11:17. I had less than 45 minutes to get ready and get to the restaurant. I groaned as I stood up, not looking forward to my lunch with Mother.

I didn't shower all the way, I just stuck my head in and washed my hair. I didn't have make-up here so I didn't want to wash it off. I changed into the jeans from yesterday and a new one of Harry shirts, a rolling stones one that had shrunk dramatically in the drier. It fit me perfectly.

Before I was out the door, Harry brought me a plain, clear spray bottle of pink liquid. A very small bottle, a little bit bigger of those samples of perfume you can get. No label.

“It's the new One Direction perfume. The finished product, even though they gave it to us in a tester bottle. It doesn't come out until later this month. Anyway, if you'd like to use some today, you can. It smells lovely.” Harry explained, holding it out to me as I put on my shoes. I took it, then held it to my nose before spraying it. Are you trying to hint at something Mr. Styles? Haha.

“Mmm...” I hummed unintentionally. Harry's answering grin was almost blinding. I smiled, blushing slightly. It did smell lovely. Floral, and fruity... I sprayed a bit on my neck and chest, then gave the bottle back to him.

“I'll be buying that when it comes out.” I grinned, the biggest bottle I could find. Who needs a shower? I could just bathe in that stuff... I was halfway out the door when Harry grabbed my hand and twirled me around to face him.

“When will you be home?” He whispered. My mouth wouldn't form words for a moment. I was too distracted by him. No, he didn't say 'When will you be back?' he said 'When will you be home?'

“T-two hours tops. I might stop at my apartment to get some more stuff...” I answered, almost unable to form complete sentences staring into his suddenly intense green eyes.  

“Come straight here after you leave the restaurant, I want to help you pack your stuff up.” He insisted. I just nodded, my brain not completely functioning. He pecked me on the lips, pressing something metal into my hands. I looked down, car keys. These were not the keys to the Mercedes...

“Harry I can't drive that car...” I muttered.

“Why not?” He questioned.

“It's a manual shift.” I said, almost inaudible. I didn't look him in the eye, embarrassed.

“Oh... I can teach you how to drive it later, here.” He swapped out the keys to the other car. The one I could drive.

“Have fun sweetheart.” He grinned after me. I stumbled off the steps and to the driveway, still dazed.

“I'll try...” I called back as I got into the car. I was going to be a little bit early, which was the best thing that could have happened. I got there first, getting a table for two in the most crowded part of the place so that I would be more likely to keep my voice down.

It didn't guarantee anything, not caring what people think is kinda my thing, unless they think I'm weak. That is unacceptable.

I twiddled my thumbs as I waited. I didn't order a drink when they asked. The smallest things set her off, might as well just keep to the books. Please, thank you, patience, inside voice... Shit like that. Mum showed up 10 minutes late, which made me angry, but I kept it inside. I could punch something when I got home. Starting off mad was not going to help anything.

I didn't stand up to greet her, I know that's what she would have considered appropriate, but if I got out of that seat I would make a beeline for the exit.

“Have you ordered yet?” She asked when she sat down, not even like a question. I felt like she was testing me.

“No.” I answered, proud to get something right for once.

“Oh! You shouldn't have waited for me.” She scolded lightly. I attempted to ignore the steam coming from my ears.

Never right, always wrong. I felt bad for her. It had to be tough, having a kid like that....

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