Unpredictable - A Harry Styles Fan-Fic

Chapter 2

The first thing I felt was pain, a blinding, pouding pain in the back of my head that blocked everything out. It was a world filled with nothing but pain, I couldn't hear, couldn't see. My eye lids felt heavy, weighted almost. The pounding continued and I couldn't think one coherant thought but I knew was it felt like miners in my head.

This bottomless pit of pain continued for hours before I finally went back into the blissful black state of nothing.

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I woke up a few hours later to have the pain ebbed, I was finally able to hear, feel... My skin felt hyper-sensitive on the soft sheets that surrounded my body. At the thought of my body I realized, It ached something terrible and the pounding at the back of my head persisted, even after I hit the medicine button many times.

When I finally was able to peel my eyes open, I watched the dust dance around the air in the sunlight, like little ballirina's. It hurt to look at the sunlight though, so I slammed my eyes shut again. It was still light, but not the blinding painful light that I hated.

The next thing I could hear was arguing, and... crying. Oh no. I snapped my eyes open, ignoring the the pain as my eyes got used to it. "Sami" I croaked, I saw her redish curls come into my view before I felt her cool her hand on my wrist, I realized then that must have a horrible fever because her hand felt like ice against my skin.

"Oh my god Ariella, I'm so sorry I shouldn't have leaned up so far, this is all my fau-" she rambled on and on before my mother came up to her, "Samantha. Don't speak to your sister. She ruined everything, remember?"

My mom looked down at Samantha with the green eyes that were identical to hers, my mom's hair was darker red than Sami's thanks to my dad.

Sami looked terrified but nodded before shooting her green eyes toward me one last time. She mouthed "I love you" before sulkily walking away. "Mom" I whispered, "What was that about?" she looked at me with something I had never expected in her eyes. Hate. "You screwed it up, just like you always do. You couldn't just let your sister have her night, you had to go hurt yourself so you'd get all the attention"

I gasped in shock, why would she think I wanted to get hurt! "What are you talking about? I didn't do this on purpose! Sami-" she cut me off "Samantha has nothing to do with your irresponsibility. I want you out of my house, I have already called the movers to move all of your stuff into a storage unit. You have one month" she stormed out, red hair flying behind her.

Tears sprang into my eyes as I started to sob, I heard the scuffle of a tennis shoe on the tile floor. "Oh sorry" the origin of the scuffle said, I glanced up to see someone I never expected standing in the doorway. Blonde hair, blue eyes, pink lips. Black skinny jeans adorned with a white tank top. I was staring at Niall Horan. Looking at him now I realized he looked a lot like me, had he not colored his hair that platinum blonde, he'd look like he could be my brother. His eyes were a dark ocean color, much like mine.

I sniffled as I wiped the tears away, "It's okay. I just had a rough conversation with my mom" My voice was even and steady. I silently patted myself on the back.

He let out a horse laugh that was much to my surprise, "If you don't mind me asking; Why aren't you freaking out?" Now it was my turn to laugh. "Sorry. Not all teenage girls are full of hormones to direct at 5 boys who just happen to be in a boy band" I smiled sweetly at him. The look on his face was comical though, pure shock.

He mumbled an incoherent apology before he started to make his departure. "Wait" I said, voice sounding hoarse. "Why are you here?" I asked, shivering as a cold breeze blew over me.

"The whole band wanted to make sure you were okay. We're actually staying in Miami for another 3 weeks now, our publishers wanted us to make sure you were alive and better before we continue our tour." I was startled by his honesty, it wasn't a harsh blunt type of honesty but a sweet kind that made me smile.

"You guys don't have to stay, it's ridiculous, you guys are freaking teen popstars for Christ's sake!" I started to sit up before a spell of dizziness hit me. I tilted to the side before I was in someone's arms.

"Falling for me already, love?" a heavily British accented voice said. I looked up and met the green eyes that looks so familiar. He had brown curls that were in loose ringlets, his face had a smirk painted on it, one dimple on his left cheek.

I scrambled away, trying to get back into the bed. "Calm down, beautiful" Harry said with a grunt as I elbowed him in his stomach. I knew I didn't look beautiful but the comment still warmed me, forming little butterflies deep in my stomach.

He picked me up higher in his arms, wedding style before setting me down softly on the bed. I glanced around the room for Niall but he was gone, with any luck he was irritated with Harry's flirtatious ways, maybe as much as I was. I let out a sigh before I looked over at Harry, "Are you okay?" suddenly the cockiness was gone and there was genuine concern in his words.

"I'm fine" I said with disgust, I didn't know where the anger was coming from but it was there. Like a fire burning a whole through my chest, through my heart even. I just then realized that I hated and was angry at the feelings Harry evoked in me. Harry looked stricken and surprised by my words, perhaps even a bit hurt.

"Do you hate me?" he asked with a tone filled with hurt that actually broke my heart, which was something else I didn't expect. "No" I said in a low voice. He smiled at me before standing up, "You need to sleep" he whispered, staring at my lips.

"I don't want to" I moaned in complainant, "I've been sleeping for what feels like days!" I said, continuing my whining before I made the mistake of looking up at his eyes. They were so beautiful, such a bright green but light enough that they seemed like a leaf in the rain forest; they shinned so beautifully it made me think of the leaf with sunlight shinning through and maybe forming a halo. I knew my eyes were a startling demanding blue, but I had never been able to describe them. I was surprised to find the desire to kiss him, I looked at his lips, thick and plump yet perfectly formed. The left side of his lip had a pointer tip than the other, I didn't know why but I found it cute.

Harry broke the spell first, "What's your name?" he said, leaning back as far as he could. "Ariella" I was proud to find my voice steady. He grinned at me, "That's a beautiful name" I glanced down at my hands, "Thanks" I murmurred under my breath.

I heard a voice in the hallway, "Harry, we need to get you to the the hotel" the voice was deep but average. The shadow was of a big, burly man that looked like a body guard. Harry stood up and streached his legs, before leaning down and kissing me on my forehead. My breathing started to increase rapidly as I blushed feircely.

As I watched him walk away I couldn't help but comment in my head that he actually had a pretty nice butt. Oh god, what was happening to me?

What exactly is Harry Styles doing to me?