Finally, Everything Falls Into Place.

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Harry's POV

"Passengers, may I have you attention please. We're experiencing some difficulty flying due to the weather. We will be landing at another airport to sit out the storm. You will be able to exit the plane and enter the airport to make yourselves more comfortable until the storm passes. I apologize for the unconvinence. Thank you."

Well isn't this just lovely. I need to be in New York, no, I have to be in New York. Every passing second I'm away from her, is killing me on the inside, knowing that as more time passes, she will go even more apart from me. Even if she doesn't let me back with her right away, I refuse to give up in her.

I grabbed my carry on and headed to the sitting area you wait in for a flight. I unzipped my bag to retrieve my headphones. Music engulfed my ears in an attempt to keep me distracted, but it was useless. Every verse, every line, music notes, every song, reminded me if Ariel.

Ariel's POV

Next Day

A storm brewed up out if no where, as I was walking out the doors tithe restaurant. A silver BMW pulled up to where I was standing.

"Need a lift?" A familiar voice asked. I looked a little closer at the figure in the drivers seat.

"No, thanks Bryson. It's not far you know? I'll just walk." I replied.

"Ariel, we live next door. Just let me drive us home, you're already soaked." He referenced to my clothes that were dripping with rain water.

"Thanks." I mumble to him. He looks at me for a few seconds, what looks like.....lust?? I quickly looked the other way out the window, not wanting to make eye contact. I didn't want anyone else except that one person.

We rode in silence to our apartment. He parked his car in the parking garage, and we made our way to the elevator. Once the doors opened, he motioned me to step in first. Just as I pressed the number three, I felt two unfamiliar hands grab my hips, and he whispered in my ear.

"Let's say I help you get out of these wet clothes hmmm?" He spoke seductively. I cringed at the thought of a man touching me except Harry. I shivered under his embrace, and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when the elevator doors opened. I tried to dash out of the elevator, to get to my apartment door, alone. But he was right behind me. I unlocked my door and stepped inside, trying to shut the door as I stepped in. But he was right there, in the doorway of my apartment. I couldn't find the words to tell him no..

He didn't know about mine and Harry's past, and didn't know what he did to me or why he left. Hell I don't even think he knows Harry left. But boy was I wrong.

"So where's Harry?" Bryson asked while leaning up against my front door. I felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze

"Out." I lied. I couldn't tell him he left.

"When will he be back?" He challenged again.

"He just went to Starbucks to grab us some coffee. He should be back any minute. " I shot back quickly.

"Well it's atleast a minute alone yeah?" I asked but I was more of a statement.

God, Harry why couldn't you be here right now..

Harry's POV

The pilot approved to take flight again last night. I'm finally here, getting out of my cab. The taxi driver popped the hitch to the trunk so I could get my luggage. I got my two big suitcases, and carry on, and headed to the door of her apartment building. I took a deep breath as I was heading up the elevator, thinking of a speech I could tell her. Shit, I'll just wing it.

As I approached her door, I heard shuffling coming from inside.

"Ariel?" I said with my ear pressed against the door.

Ariel's POV

"Ariel?" I heard an all too familiar voice outside my door.

"HARRY!" I screamed while trying to escape away from Bryson. He had me pinned on my bed, inching his hand up my shirt. No, it's not going to happen like this. I did everything I could think if to fight him off, but his strength was not compatible to mine. "ARIEL!?" I heard Harry say outside my bedroom door. He busted the door open, even though it was locked. He grabbed Bryson and threw him off of me, into the opposite wall. He punched his face repeatedly, not giving him a chance to defend himself. Bryson looked like he wasn't even conscious any more. I I let this go in, Bryson would be somewhere else soon instead of my bedroom floor.

"Harry, stop!" I pleaded while placing both my hands on his cheeks to make him look in my eyes. His eyes were wide and full of rage, until he noticed I was looking back at him. I felt his muscles relax under my touch, knowing I had succeeded in calming him from his attack. He stood to his feet, grabbing my hands pulling me up with him. He looked at me for a spilt second before picking me up off my feet and squeezed me tight. After about a minute of this embrace he set me to my feet.

Bryson stumbled to his feet, and walked out the door without a word. I didn't look at him, I just buried my face in Harry's chest. After I heard the door close I turned my attention back towards him.

"What are you doing here, Harry?" I asked finally breaking the silence.

He didn't say anything. He put both his hands on either side of my face, striking his thumbs to dry my tears. He inched closer, placing his forehead on my own. I breathed in the breaths he let out.

"You."