Unpredictable - A Harry Styles Fan-Fic

Chapter 26

Two days. That was the time it had been sense I vowed that I would never, ever, ever get a hangover again. The only thing that helped me get through it was Harry and all his charming ways. All day yesterday Harry made me stay in bed and watch TV, the only upside being that had gotten Harry hooked on The Vampire Diaries. He was practically in love with Elena and I wanted Damon, so this worked out well.

Today was the first day he was letting me out of the house and for goodness sake, it felt good to be out in the sunlight. I decided I was going to hang out at the beach for a couple of hours until Harry got here. I pulled on my strapless bandeau bathing suit and walked out to the beach. It felt good, really good to tan, I sprayed some tanning lotion on my legs before a husky voice spoke behind me, "Now I hope you weren't planning on letting anyone but me do that, sugar lips" I grinned widely as I spun around to see the curly haired, green eyes god that was my boyfriend.

"Never" I whispered in his ear as he spread it across my back. I loved this, loved the way Harry and I interacted, the way we were like two puzzle peices that fit together. He pulled away from me with a feather light kiss, "You're plenty tan babe, I don't know why you try to tan" I giggled, "Habit" and that was the truth, Lilah and I spent most of our time on my roof tanning whenever we were home.

"Mhm" he hummed as he spread my towel out for me, I laid down next to him, streching my arms above my head and bending my knee. But I knew I didn't look nearly as good as Harry did, even spread out across a towel. He was focused intently on a book and leaning up on his arm making his biceps flex and his abs ripple in the sexiest way.

He glanced his eyes up at me and I knew I had been busted in the act of cheeking him out, I flushed on my cheeks, "Don't pretend you weren't checking me out, I know you were Ari" "Shut up" I said as he smirked and continued reading his book. There was something majorly attractive about him reading with such an intense intrest.

Suddenly a heart breaking thought occured to me, one that I had pushed away these last 2 weeks. Harry was leaving in 3 days, he was going to be getting on a plane and flying away from Miami, from me and from all the memories we held here together.

"Harry" I managed to choke out, voice barely a whisper. "Babe?" he asked me, concern flooding into his words. "What's wrong?" I realized that I was close to tears and I had to blink them back before I could speak, "You're-Y-You're leaving s-soon" I stuttered, realized just how much this scared me. I couldn't loose him.

He reached forward and gripped my hand, sorrow shining through his green eyes. "Baby, I'm not going to say it'll be easy, because it won't. But we will keep in touch and when you graduate college, who knows maybe you'll go on tour with us. You can be our personal coragerpher" I grinned sheepishly, I didn't want that kind of relationship but if it meant staying with the guy I loved then I could do that.

"How about we go out to dinner tonight? We can meet up at my place and then we can go out for a night together, how's that?" in the face of his dimple showing smiles, I let all my worries slip away but my stomach still churned with the knowlage that Harry and I wouldn't see each other everyday like I had become so accosumed too.

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God, I hated deadlines. They made me feel so pressured and... Demanded of almost. Harry's deadline of being at his flat by 6 made me jumpy, even if it was only 12:30.

Another thing I hated was feeling powerless, which was exactly how the situation with Harry's departure made me feel. Like I held no power.

"Babe, come here, I want you to try this" Harry called to me from the kitchen where some godly arumoa was coming from.

I sat up of the couch and padded into the kitchen where music played softly, "Here" Hazza said holding his finger out, it was chocolate icing off off a cupcake I concluded. I leaned forward but jumped back when Harry smeared it across my nose.

"Harry!" I shrieked at the top of lungs, reaching around him I dipped my finger into the icing and splattered it across his face. He just laughed before smashing an entire cupcake across my face. "Oh. My. God!" I screamed as playful anger seeped into me.

I grabbed the last cupcake and threw it at him, hitting him dead in the middle of his chest. Pretty soon we just sat down on the couch, my legs over his lap, getting the chocolate off of one another.

When Harry held me, played around like that and looked at me like a starving man... I had to resist the urge to tell him how I felt. To tell him that I loved him.

"You should go get ready for dinner" Harry murmured, rubbing his nose against mine. I hummed, "I don't want to" he chuckled at this, "Well, I've got a surprise for you tonight so you have to" I giggled lightly as I stood up and walked Harry to the door.

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I jumped and danced as I struggled to pull on my ripped, skinny jeans for dinner tonight. My hair was in a pretty, thick fishtail braid that came down the left side of my neck and reached just above my boobs.

I pulled on a white lace tank top that's straps were black silk material with a black silk bow just underneath my breast. I slipped two bracelets on, the one Harry gave me and a pearl bracelet.

I looked in the mirror, pleased with my appearance. All I needed now were shoes, shoes... picking some cream platform heels, I slipped them on before picking up my phone. I debated calling Harry but I liked surprising him so instead I went downstairs and hailed a cab, directing them to Harry's place.

I played temple run on the way there, not only beating my high school of almost a million but also collecting 2,372 coins in one run. I felt rather proud of myself as I arrived outside of Harry's flat.

I climbed up the couple of steps and was surprised to find the door already open, I walked inside but stopped when I heard voices shouting.

One was a Irish voice, Niall's I guessed while the other was Harry. I knew I should've announced myself but their conversation spiked my interest.

"Niall, it will ruin her life, she can't know because she'd be tempted to tell someone and then they wouldn't leave her alone" Harry whined and pleaded.

Niall's words were cold when he replied, "I don't care! She needs to know this, it's her right. But the press should know too!"

Harry sighed, "Mate, Isn't it enough for just you two to know? Ariella is your sister after all!"