The Spaces Between Us | hariana | liriana

|57| Stick Around

"Once upon a time, you were my everything. It's clear to see that time hasn't changed a thing."

-Never Forget You

Zara Larsson and MNEK

ARIANA'S POV

"Harry-- holy shit." A loud voice says, making me jolt awake. I tumble off of Harry's warm chest and onto the floor. I look up at the source of the voice, and internally die.

I squeal, quickly moving my arm to cover my nude chest as I grab my top of the ground. At this point, Harry is wide awake, and moving to block my exposed upper body from Louis' view.

"Uh-- Fuck, Liam's coming." He mutters, turning and exiting the hotel room. My eyes widen at the thought of Liam walking in on this situation.

"Here, get your shirt on." Harry tries to help me, but I pull away from him. The good time's over. I perk my ears when I hear voices approaching the room again. I sprint for the bathroom, and slam the door shut just as the voices get louder, signaling that they've entered the room.

"Harry, why are you slamming the bathroom door?" I hear Liam's slightly muffled voice from the other side of the door, and thank Jesus that he assumed Harry was leaving the bathroom. I pull on the fabric my top only to notice that it's caught in the door.

"U-Uh, it got caught. I had to use a bit of force to close it." Haz lies, and I roll my eyes at the change in pitch of his voice, signifying that he's lying. Y'know, for a guy who cheated on you, he's not very good at lying.

"Okay.... Well, Scooter called for you. He said something about a fashion show tomorrow." Liam informs him.

"Oh, no thanks. I'm not much of a model." He replies.

"You're not gonna be in it, dumbass. You're just going to watch. Ari's supposed to perform." Louis clarifies.

"Shit," I mutter to myself. "That's tomorrow?" I mean, yeah, I rehearsed but time flies by these days.

"Alright. I gotta go shower now." Harry tells them.

"But didn't you just get out of the bathroom?" Liam questions, and I know Haz is backed into a corner.

"Liam," Louis jumps in to save him. "Just let the lad shower. Who knows what he was doing in here before we walked in."

"You're right. Enjoy your shower." Liam dismisses the whole situation, and Harry chuckles nervously while trying to push open the door that I'm holding closed. Once it becomes silently out there, Harry forces the door open.

"Really?" He inquires about my insistence on him remaining outside the bathroom. I grab my shirt from where it's caught in the door.

"Don't you 'really' me." I point an accusing finger at him, which he grabs. He lowers my arm, then proceeds to bend down and put his lips on my torso where one of my tattoos is. He then places a second kiss on the tattoo at the back of my neck, and a third on my lips. I push him off. "Stop."

"Why? I thought we were connecting, I thought we were having a moment." He states, looking hurt.

"Well, the moment's over! I don't even know why I came here." I say, putting on my top, then walking out of the bathroom.

"Yes, you do." He retorts, and I turn to face him.

"Why?"

"Because you can't deny what we have." He grabs my hand, and I snatch it back.

"We have nothing." I glare at him, gritting my teeth.

He rolls his eyes before cupping my cheeks, and kissing me with so much force, the only action I can do is kiss back. I grab onto his naked torso as he slams us against the wall. I whimper into his mouth at the impact of the wall hitting my back, and he meets my tongue with his. We both moan, and he tilts his head to the side, giving our battling tongues more access. He mumbles something incoherently against my lips, and pulls away as I gasp for air.