"Well..." My mother begins as soon as I hop into the car, "how was it?"
"Mmh" I groan. Although it was better than I thought, I would never tell my mother that. I don't want this to be a weekly thing. Surprisingly, my mother lets it slide and turns the volume of Chasing Cars up with a sigh.The drive home is a silent one, only the simple music playing somewhere in the background. The roads are clear, allowing us to rush home with no fuss. The images rush pass my window just like the unplanned bus ride to Oxford Street and before I can comprehend where we are, the car has pulled up outside my house and my mother has already jumped out.
I do the same before slamming the car door shut, having to increase my speed to catch up to my mother, I watch as she slots the key into the door and turns it to the left, causing the door to unlock and fly open.
As soon as we're home I'm glad, I hate going out. I shimmy out of my jacket before hanging it up on the back of my door and before I can even begin to relax my father calls me into the living room.
"Ariel!" I hear him shout.
"Yeah?" I shout back, with no response. "What?" I shout again, still nothing.I pull my shoes off and put them neatly in my shoe rack under the pole of clothes before walking to the living room and standing in the door way. My father is perched up in his chair watching the tv when I walk in, "yes?" I say again.
"How was it then?" he laughs at my frustrated tone.
"Fantastic" I sarcastically remark, "can I go to my room now?" I wine.
"Sure" he shrugs, turning back to the tv.
When I go back to hiding in my room, I notice my phone is still laying on my bed from earlier and wondering if he has text me since our conversation this morning, I pick it up and click on. Obviously there wouldn't be a text, not that I wanted one anyway. The time on the top of the screen reads 8:33 so, with nothing else to do, I decide to get ready for bed.
I pull out a clean white t-shirt, just like every other pyjama top I have, and slip it over my cold body after I had got unchanged. As my phone was distracting me from what I had to do I put it on charge before turning it off and then went to brush my teeth and wash my make-up off and although I hate the taste of tea after i have brushed my teeth, I make a tea to bring to bed with me.
"Goodnight" I kiss both my mother and father before swooping off to bed with my mug in hand. I can already tell it's going to be a long night.
I place my mug on my beside table, seven coffee stains now marking the once-clear area, and climb into bed.
I'm not tired, in fact I'm wide awake and the caffeine isn't helping with that one bit. All I do, for the next hour, is sit and drink my tea, sip by sip, whilst forcing myself not to pick up my phone.
I do.
I stare at it for a while, contemplating whether to turn it on, then hold the on-button on and wait for the white apple to stop sitting in the black background and turn on. When it does I have to turn my phone on silent as a constant buzz of notifications fill my room.
By now everyone has gone to bed and the whole house is silent, only a few buzzes from my phone seem to be the only noise in the world.
When I read the notifications, they say:
Harry Styles- Ariel Hill, I have a question for you.
Harry Styles- If you could do anything for the rest of your life, what would it be and why?
Harry Styles- Where are you?
What would I do for the rest of my life? Why would he ask me that? What would I do... Travel? Experience new things? Live on the edge? I have nothing.
I type my reply:
Ariel Hill- I'd have to get back to you on that one I think.
Ariel Hill- At home now, stop stressing, I haven't gotten on any busses.
He answers almost straight away.
Harry Styles- I'm happy to wait.
Harry Styles- You need to.
I need to get on a bus? What does he mean? Why do I? I type:
Ariel Hill- Why's that?
I wait for his reply. I can see he had seen my message. Over 15 minutes ago now. Did he fall asleep?
Harry Styles- I'm on a bus back from Oxford Street, sorry for not answering but I didn't want a no from you. Tell me, what is your stop called?
Is he coming here? To see me? At 10:04 at night? I couldn't have read that right.
Ariel Hill- You're coming here???
Harry Styles- Yes. Now what is your stop called?
Ariel Hill- I can't sneak out Harry.
Harry Styles- Oh get over yourself Ariel, I'm coming to your house.
Ariel Hill- No you are not!
Harry Styles- And there I was thinking you was a little spontaneous. I was clearly wrong.
What is he talking about? Me and spontaneous shouldn't even be in the same sentence. Why would he think that? My phone buzzes again, breaking me from my thoughts.
Harry Styles- Tell me. Is your heart racing? Be honest.
I concentrate on my heart beat and although I try, I cannot slow it down. I hadn't even realised the flow of adrenaline coursing through my body. I type my reply:
Ariel Hill- Yes.
Harry Styles- You're so quick to say no you didn't even realise your body telling you yes.
I think about that for a second, taking in every word and letter before doing what I do next. I feel slightly dizzy and a little light, almost as if I could fly, and then click send. He reads my address almost straight away and replies:
Harry Styles- It'll be fun, promise, see you soon.
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RomanceIf you would like a warning about how this story goes then here it is: This story will not be the sort of simple love story you may want or expect and if you are looking for that sort of novel then you're looking in the wrong place. I'm not sorry. ...