When Harry Styles is back in town after being on trial for a murder for 4 years that he may or may not have committed, things start to go a little crazy. Ariana misses Harry, as they were much more than friends in high school before everything happened. But she can't fall for him again, if he's a killer.


1. Chapter 1

The cool autumn air gently blew passed my face as I stepped outside my apartment building. I started down the long alley ways that usually don't contain many other people. Along the sides were some old tires, discarded boxes, and a few stray animals every here and there. My tall black lacey boots clicked along the ground while I approached the store. Out of milk. Again. Oh the perks of living with my lazy best friend who doesn't care to go food shopping, ever. Please note the sarcasm.

I stepped into the comfortingly warm store and went over to the dairy section, grabbing a half gallon of milk. Then, I manuevered myself over to the register. I opened up my wallet to pay, when a quarter clinking against the ground caught me slightly offguard. I bent down to pick it up. Now, I bet you think something interesting is going to happen, that is not the case. Lately my life has been very dull. The cashier handed me my bag in exchange for the money as I headed to the door. "Thank you, have a nice day," an employee spoke to me. I shot him a quick smile before making my way down the allies home.

"Shoot, I'm so sorry," a voice said and I looked up to find bright green eyes looking directly at me. "It's okay, I'm sorry too," I apologized while still recovering from harshly thudding into the curly haired boy. "Hey, do I know you?" he asked. "Hmmmm I don't think so," I replied, thinking for a moment. Then it hit me. "No! Nope, I don't know you, I've never seen you before in my life!" I laughed nervously and scurried away, trying not to look stupid. Why should I even try? I know that I already look even more stupid then a cat wearing a bra. Keep your ideas to yourselves of how I know what that looks like. Appearing out of the alley and onto the sidewalk, I rushed up to my building. So many thoughts and feelings pounded around inside my head. Part of me praying it wasn't him. There's no way it's him. It can't be him!

As soon as I was inside the apartment I tossed the milk in the fridge and sit on the couch thinking of what to do. I need to call my best friend, Dan. I bet you didn't see that one coming right? I rushed over to the closet which my chocolate trench coat was hanging in and frantically searched the pockets for my phone. Nothing. Realization hit me as I remembered that I must have dropped my phone during my encounter with he who shall not be named. I laced up my boots again and left the apartment. Now I bet you're wondering why I don't just use the land line, well that's because Dan and I forgot to pay the bill.

I jogged out of the building and down the sidewalk. Forgetting to put a jacket on was a big mistake, the air was now much chillier than earlier. Soon enough, I arrived at the place of the incident. Unfortunately, my phone was nowhere to be seen. I took a seat on the ground with my back facing the street. He could have taken my phone. The thoughts swirled in my head of what he would do with it made me shudder. Just as the thoughts were deepening, music broke me out of them. It was Always by Blink 182, which is my favorite song of all time. It's also my ringtone. My ringtone! My phone!

I followed the sound until I spotted my phone laying down luckily in a small spot of mulch. I'm so happy it isn't broken. Now I should definately check it and call Dan with news! 3 missed calls... from Dan. I quickly dialed his number and he answered on the second ring.

"Hello?! Ariana?!?!" Dan said on the other end of the line.

"Hey Dan, I've got some," I told him shakily.

"What kind of news?" he inquired.

"You'll never believe who's back in town..." my voice started to trail off.

"Who's in town?" Dan asked impatiently.

"Harry Styles." I breathed.


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