Unpredictable - A Harry Styles Fan-Fic

Chapter 3

I look a deep breath of the fresh air I had been longing for, after being in the hospital all that time it felt amazing to be back outside. The sunlight landed on my back, warming my shoulder blades. I took another deep breath and was surprised to smell the ocean, even from this far away. I started walking out toward the parking lot, stomach growling at me.

Climbing into my car I rammed the key into the ignition, accidentally breaking my nail in the process. I cursed loudly as I cradled my hand against my core. Only I could do something so perfectly stupid. Still mumbling under my breath I pulled out out of my parking lot and weaved through the parking garage.

I thought back to my hospital time, I had been in there for 4 days. Apparently I had a severe concussion and they wanted to make sure I didn't have internal bleeding. Well my stomach the one bleeding and howling at me, I grumbled as I climbed into my old, rickety beater. It groaned loudly as it started but finally I was pulling out of Miami General Hospital.

I jumped as my phone received a text, Hi Ariella. I was just checking in on you. I didn't recognize the number so at the next stop light I quickly sent back a reply. Who is this? The reply was instantaneous, Harry Styles. My breathing picked up to a rapid speed as I stared down at the phone. How had he gotten my number? My cheeks burned as I remembered the purely friendly kiss he had set on my head when he came to visit me. Did he do that to everyone? Was there something special about me?

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts I hadn't seen the light change. I jumped as the person behind me honked and I took off, hitting the gas a little to hard. I winced as my body feel back into the seat rather painfully. I pulled into the McDonalds drive way as I stared down at the text. I had figured that One Direction would've just left good enough alone. But I guess it didn't work that way.

Ari? Tears welled up in my eyes as Harry called me the nickname Sami used. I wasn't going to see my little sister aganist, not for a long while. Hello? I typed an answer quickly while I wiped my tears away. How did you get my number? Again his reply was instant. Either this boy had nothing better to do than text me or he really wanted to talk to me. My mind said option #1. Heart pleads for option #2.

I have my ways(; I groaned, the boy was mysterious and while I hated it, I also found it to be one of the sexiest things ever. I got another text before I could reply to his previous text then I wondered how I could've replied to that. Where are you? My skin got hotter and it felt like ants were crawling over my skin. Should I tell him? Mcdonalds. I didn't even realize that I had sent him the text before my phone read the little 'Delivered' message. Can I come see you? My heart leapt into my throat, Harry wanted to see me?

I sent one last text before getting out of the car to go indulge on the greasy, goodness. Your choice. Come or not to come. It's your decison.