Unpredictable - A Harry Styles Fan-Fic

Chapter 23

"Is eye-liner truly a nessicary device for parties?" I questioned to Lilah over the phone, she giggled at my tone while I eyed the black khol bottle with suspicion. "Of course it is!" I sighed, "Fine but if my eyes look like they were raped by a unicorn and got pregnant, it's your fault, not mine"

Lilah busted out laughing and it took a few minutes of her probably looking like a retarded seal to answer me. "Just go get ready for your man, I'm busy" What on earth could she be busy with? "Ugh, bye sissy, love you" "Love you to" she replied before I heard the distinct click of a phone shutting off.

I stood in front of my mirror in nothing my black lace bra and panties, My hair was still piled atop my head, wrapped in a towel. Harry was in Lilah's room getting ready, which was entirely weird in it's own way, but I also found it kind of cute that he and I were both getting ready for a party in the same house.

My feet padded lightly on the floor as I walked into the bathroom and dried my hair, to where it fell down my back in loose curls. I clicked the curling iron on and went into the bed room to get dressed. As I put it on, I zipped it up and stood in front of the mirror, bare foot and make-up-less.

Yet again I found myself questioning what made Harry want me, I was pretty, yes, but I definitely wasn't drop dead gorgeous like the models he could get. I didn't have any 'Wow!' qualities personality wise. I realized something profound as I stood there, I didn't deserve the sweet, caring boy I had. And Harry was just that, sweet, caring, honest and nothing that I expected.

I sighed, why did I always have to think about something too hard? I stood in the bathroom and curled my hair into tight spirals which I then flipped to the right side of my head. After I had applied my make up, which consisted of thick black eye liner, blood red lipstick, dark eye shadow and mascara.

Just as I slipped on my shoes, I heard a knock at the door, "Babe, I'm ready, I'll wait in the foyer" Harry said, I analized his words, the way he said foyer just made me want to kiss him. I giggled lightly at the thought before standing up and grabbing my purse, the gold chain and black leather together were perfect when you considered the gold hoops I was wearing.

I was wearing Harry's bracelet, even if it didn't match. I didn't want to take it off. I took a deep breath before I stepped outside of my room and walked into the living room, or as Harry would call it 'foyer'

He had his back to me, but I could see he was wearing a shirt as it streched over his shoulders. I coughed lightly to gain his attention. He spun around and when his eyes landed on me, the green orbs widened to the size of saucers. "Ariella" he murmured, my name barely a breath on his lips. My cheeks flushed pink and I looked down and fiddled with my bracelet, a small smile on my lips.

Harry prowled forward, feet clicking on the floor as he came to me, once he reached me his fingers reached up, touched me like a feather and tucked a curl behind my ear, he was still struck silent. "You look ravishing" he whispered, that was another word I now loved to be called, "ravishing." I reached forward and strung my arms around his neck, he felt surprisingly warm to my touch as I did so. "Good enough for the cameras?" I asked, a little too innocently, "I don't care about the cameras" he said rubbing his cheek lightly against mine. I could tell he just shaved from how hypersensitive his skin was.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on, Miss Mitchell, and I want to be the one to accompany you to all the big gala's and parties we must attend because even if the camera's annoy us and try to pry into our lifes, we'll have each other, and that will always be enough"

His words made me want to cry, but I knew I couldn't ruin my make-up so instead I leaned up and pressed my lips aganist his, forever sealing those words into my heart.

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"Where are we going?" I questioned as we headed futher down to the beach, perhaps it was at the beach, if so, I was screwed in the heels I was wearing. "You'll see" he replied with a wink, that little thing, that little wink, sent shivers down my back. I glanced around, this place looked farmillar... "I need to pick up something from our apartment" he said, answering my unspoken question.

I smiled, "Okay" my voice was high and sing-songy, we pulled into the parking garage and parked in the reserved spot. I picked up my purse and went to open the door, but Harry was already there, being all gentleman like and opening the door for me. It was cute.

He watched me with utter fascination, as I stepped out of the car. I realized, much to my annoyance, that I was still shorter than Harry in practically 5 inch heel's. Okay, they're only 4 inches but still.

"How tall are you?" I asked, earning a look that said, 'Where-the-hell-did-that-come-from?' "As of March 15th I'm 6'3" he replied, I glanced down at his legs, this explained why his legs looked like they were a mile long. "How tall are you?" He snickered, knowing my height was a sore subject. I scowled, "5'6" I mumbled under my breath, Harry chuckled before leaning down and whispering in my ear "Thats okay, I like short girls, they can do things tall girls can't" such simple words that evoked such a sensual feeling from me. His feather soft lips brushed my ear, causing goose bumps to form on my arms, I felt the butterflies I had become well acquainted with take flight again.

By now we were in the elevator, I watched with fascination as Harry punched in the code for the apartment. We road in the elevator, eyes glued to each other. There was something about being in an elevator together, the room shimmered with lust and tension as we looked at each other with dark eyes. My blood boiled, causing the rest of my body to heat in the most delicious way. Just when I thought I couldn't stop myself from leaning up and kissing him, maybe preforming even more dirty acts, the elevator dinged, telling us we were at our floor.

Harry prowled forward from his spot on the other wall and wrapped his arm around my waist, murmuring into my hair in the most seductive way. "Saved by the elevator, I see" I couldn't stop the shutter that rolled through my body as we stepped out of the metal machine.

I was surprised and astounded to see furniture, a television, rugs and so much more in the apartment. "When did it get done?" I exclaimed, Harry smirked and looked at me, eyes a darker green in the dim light from the sun setting. "Today" I walked forward a little bit farther and rounded the corner into the living room, it was quiet and somewhat eerie but that was before the room erupted in music, shouts and lighting.

"Happy Birthday!" a hoard of people shouted, jumping out from behind various objects. Surprise and joy rolled through me as I realized Harry had set up a surprise party for me.

I felt him standing behind me and without another thought, I spun around and locked our lips together.