"I wanna be alone!"
I cry, yelling, my fists banging against the door as I try my best to stay on my feet.
This was too much. I had made a fool of myself. Inviting so many strangers to a party that wasn't even gonna happen.
"Come on.. The bitch can't ruin your birthday"
He annoyingly says, groaning. I know he was trying his best to give a fuck but I really don't want his useless shit right now. I stay quiet, sniffling as I press my forehead against the door, staring at the floor.
"I'm trying my best here, Ariana. I'm not good with these kind of things, you know it."
He speaks, this seriousness in his voice.
I open my mouth to respond but nothing escapes but a quiet sigh. I know he can't help.
"Look, what I'm about to tell you, you can't be spoken to anyone about, okay? It's very complicated... I've been waiting to tell you this for a while now.. When we first met, we both hated each other with our guts but we came to get along once we.. Well you know.. We fucked.. First it was just for pleasure but then I realizes that we connect. You're very understanding and patient with me and I'm glad that I've had the opportunity to be around you.. Look the point is, I really like you"
The words coming out of his mouth seem real. Everything he says makes my heart beat faster, my crying coming to an end as I concentrate and process the words in my mind.
There is a long pause while I think.. How could this be? I can't say I don't feel the tiniest bit of affection for him either.. I just didn't know he would like someone like me or even admit it to me.
I do the only thing that comes to my mind and I slowly open the door, Harry with a concerned, yet calm expression look on his face. His eyebrows are relaxed, unlike usual and his hands are loosely hanging by his sides.
I blink my eyes a few times, my heart beating out of chest as I think of all the things I'm about to say.
I open my mouth to say something I never knew I was going to say but I'm immediately interrupted by a sinister laughter.
Harry is laughing, his head thrown back as I stand there clueless of why he is reacting this way at this moment.
"I was just trying to get you to open the door.. You didn't actually believe me.. Did you?"
He throws me a curious expression, his index finger pointing towards me as he calms down and shuts his mouth.
I wipe my soaked cheek with my thumb, biting my bottom lip. Oh wow. That was harsh.
I quickly shake my head, my curls tickling the back of my neck but I'm too focused and confused to think about anything else. How could he possibly be so cruel and careless? I can feel my heart being broken.
But then again, I only felt a tiny little thing and that was probably just cause I was caught up in the moment..
I mumble, stepping back. Harry looks a bit awkward, stepping into the room as I stumble back with my heels.
"Look, you need to get your ass down there.. People are waiting for a show and you need to give them some"
He rudely says, walking around the room, observing every inch of it and touching everything he lays his eyes on.
"I'm not going back there.. I'm humiliated and pissed"
I sigh, sitting down on a comfortable chair, placing my elbows on the mini table and rest my chin on the palms of my hands as I look at how ridiculous and immature he looks, just by frowning at everything he sees.
"I don't think you have much of a choice"
He stuffs one of his hands in his pocket, the other one busy tossing around tissues surrounding the bed and plops down onto it with a sigh of relief.
"Can you stop being so annoying?"
I calmly say, trying my best not to get up and stab the fuck out of him. I spread my arms out and lay one side of my head flat on the table, staring at the door.
"I'm being realistic"
He simply says, sighing once more but this time it's filled with annoyance and that just takes me over the edge.
"Tell everyone to leave.. And also, get the fuck out cause I'm really not in the mood"
I rudely say, thinking of my aunt, then the lie Harry made up to get me to open the door. Fucker.
That's when I hear the springs of the bed bounce, footsteps coming closer and closer.
"Hey, I'm here.. Look I'm just impatient cause people are waiting downstairs and you're up here, mourning"
He chuckles, rubbing circles on my back with his thumb. I shake it off, turning around to face him.
"I'm sorry.. I don't wanna do this without my aunt"
I lie, licking my lips. At least I'm giving it a shot, right?
"That's not why you wanna ditch this party. Now come on, I'll be by your side the whole time"
He walks to my side, holding out his hand for me to take but I refuse. I can't lie and say that it wasn't convincing. He was a good company after all.
I finally come to a decision sighing and place my hand in his, pulling myself up with all my strength. I look down and straighten out the front of my dress, sniffling once more.
I look up and I see Harry looking pleased and proud of himself for pulling me together. Only if he knew how nervous and anxious I am.
I watch tables and chairs being collected, the balloons disappearing into the hands of the guests. I can't say I didn't have fun. I did. We ate some delicious cake, talked and when Harry and I were about to dance, my aunt called again, dying to apologize to me and I tried my best not to yell at her.
Harry did a good job at getting me worked up for this. It wasn't as amazing as planned but it sure was a hell of a birthday for me since I never had a good one before.
Smiling, I check the time. It's 12:01 am. Sighing out of relief, I look over to my side, a tired curly headed boy slouching over the dj set. He is staring down at the countless keys and buttons on the set, almost falling asleep.
Giggling, I shake my head, feeling the exhaustion from all of the laughing and eating. I'm very much pleased with tonight to be honest.
I walk over to him, leaning in to see his grumpy face. He looks up and then back down, nodding his head like his a kid or something.
"Well I'm gonna go sleep too. I'm so exhausted. Well, hope you had fun.. Goodnight, Harry."
I smile and turn around to walk away but Harry grabs my wrist gently pulling me back to where I was.
"Can I sleep in your room? On the couch or whatever"
He groans, his eyelids almost dropping. I smile, nodding my head but I know after what he had told me today, I was gonna feel uncomfortable. It's not like I like him.. I just thought he liked me.
"Sure.. But I'm gonna go to bed now so.."
My voice trails off as turn on my heels to walk to the elevator. Soon, Harry follows behind me like a lost puppy.
Once we are out of the elevator and in front of my room, I press the card against the sensor and it unlocks, my gently pushing it to open it up.
I sigh, throwing my purse to the mini table and kick of my heels, plopping down on the bed, observing Harry's every moment. He looks somewhat focused and I can't tell why.
"What are you thinking about?"
I simply ask, my arms above my head as my legs wobble around. I can't even get up to strip from my dress and get a normal pair of clothes to sleep with.
Harry's eyes lock with mine and he sighs.
"I'm trying to figure out whether I should sleep on the mini couch or chair"
He chuckles, pointing towards both the objects, me giggling.
"You can sleep on the bed. It's not like we haven't slept together before"
I glare at him, remembering the time I woke up to him beside me. He is such an idiot.
"Shut up. It was still early in the morning"
He says in defense, plopping down on the bed beside me.
"Whatever you say, Styles"
I laugh, knowing how much he dislikes it when I call him by his last name. He throws me a glare but I shrug, still laughing.
I force myself up to my sore feet, dragging myself to the bathroom to wash up and change into my pajamas which for tonight were going to be a bra and my undies cause come on, who wants the guy they sleep with to see them in spongebob pajamas? Not me.