blind. 2 | styles (hariana)

XX. I'll Never Be Your Beast of Burden

Back from vacation and after two days of distractions, I finally finished this chapter. A vote would be lovely. Enjoy :) .x

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mature content.

~ Ariana ~

Harry moved away quickly, causing me to tip forward and fall to the floor on my feet. Laughing loudly, I ran after Harry who had a spark of red running in his cheeks as he swerved my grabbing hands. His long hair flew gracefully behind him, sporting some sort of God like characteristic when it'd fall in his face.

I missed his dorky smiles, the ones where they reached the corners of his eyes revealing the depth of his dimples against his skin. And when his laugh reaches eight octaves higher than his natural voice, I know that he is truly laughing. He squints his eyes and you see happiness spread through his entire face like the emotion had overtaken his body. It was always a beautiful sight, to see someone you love be so happy.

"You did, didn't you! You're not denying anything! This is the best night of my life, you've made my night. I need to tell Alaska this oh my God." I gasped in exasperation as I followed Harry into the bedroom.

I found him crawling upwards onto the bed before ducking under the covers. Of course in his desperation, half the contents on the night table next to the bed fell to the floor along with the pillows that were once stacked high on the mattress.

Nevertheless I joined in, jumping on top of Harry who released a long groan as I stayed firmly in place straddling what I believed was lower back. I gripped the sheets tightly and gave them a firm pull.

"You'll never get me!" Harry howled.

I yelped as I was suddenly on my back. Having fallen off Harry and the bed, it gave him enough time to crawl out from under the sheets and bolt out of the room. I followed after him, panting in exhaustion as I ran back into the living room. He was nowhere in sight, and it had become quiet; too quiet.

"Harry?" I sang, looking over my shoulder and around me.

"Where did you go?" I questioned as I stepped closer to the couch.

Over the backrest I could see the creases in the shirt Harry was wearing earlier. I lunged forward and gripped his shirt.

"Aha, got you! God damn it." I trailed off, disappointed as I held Harry's shirt in my hands, with no Harry wearing it. Great, I have a large man child on the loose without a shirt.

I became more attentive when I heard a quiet giggle. It was Harry of course, giggling like a small child who expertly retrieved the toy he wanted that his mother didn't approve of.

"You'll never find me." Harry teased.

I could hear him quite clearly but I could not see him. Irony.

"My attention span is selective Styles, I can go to bed and wait for you to come out." I told him.

"I'm not gay." Harry retorted.

"I wasn't talking about your sexuality, I meant literally. But if the shoe fits," I trailed off. "Well, you know. I'm going to go change then go to bed, I'm tired as hell."

"You go do that."

"Hmhm." I hummed. "I will."

I retreated back into his bedroom and paused, studying its contents in curiosity on where everything must be. Within a minute or so I stood alone in just my bra and panties.

I needed something of his to change into, but being in a whole new situation with my new eyesight made it slightly tedious. I knew exactly where his closet was, his apartment is practically the same as my own; same structure, same everything.