Unpredictable - A Harry Styles Fan-Fic

Chapter 28

*2 months later*

I was a wreck, destroyed even. 2 months later and the only time I left the house was when I went to school. Before this, I didn't notice One Direction aside from my sister's room, but now...

Everywhere I looked there were posters of them, they're faces were plastered on every billboard, whenever I was on Tumblr, Harry's face was there. I watched TV and they were adviertizing for Office Depot, Ritz Crackers or a trailer for their new movie, "Did I want to go see that?" I asked myself everytime it came on, and everytime I dismissed the idea as futile and stupid.

I was still living in the penthouse though, mostly because Lilah and I couldn't afford another house. My routine was the same, everyday. I'd get up and pull my hair into a pony tail, slip on a pair of skinny jeans, my black converse and a black or white t-shirt. Never changed. I'd go to school and throw myself into the studies of dance, I wanted to be a professional dancer so I was studing the history and movements. It made me think of Harry.

Everything made me think of Harry these days. Lilah tried to help me, but she didn't realize how heartbroken I was. That there was no point in trying. I also didn't realize how hurt I would be over those last words he spoke to me, they were on repeat in my head, even now. "Take a good, long look, Ariella. A good long look at what you lost, because you won't get it back" I shuttered and held my popcorn closer to my chest. I was being stupid and watching 'The Notebook' which only made it harder. I remembered Harry and I watching this together, his comment that every girl knew this movie and could quote it at the drop of a hat.

Memory after memory came flooding into my mind from where I tucked them away. It was hard, I didn't know love was this hard and, I'll admit it, pointless. It was pointless to me, everything I had felt for Harry was still there, but the hurt and pain was just as strong as my love for him was.

Is he as broken up about this as I am? Doubtful. As the big romantic gesuture came, I found myself changing the station, I couldn't watch this. I wouldn't to it to myself.

But what came on after that only hurt me more.

It was a pre-show One Direction interview. I should change it, I really should, but my finger hovered over the button before I threw the remote on the couch, I was done hiding from Harry. I listened intently as Liam brought up his fear of spoons, I felt my face screw up. He's afraid of spoons? I found myself giggling uncontrollably at the information, How did he eat soup? Did he drink it? This brought on a barrage of laughter.

But my laughing stopped instantly when Niall came on the screen, I studdied his face. He and I looked identical, apart from the fact his hair was platnium blonde from being color treated. Our eyes, nose, lips, neck... everything. My features were sharper and more feminine but he was a perfect male image of me.

I watched him break out into a fit of laughter at something Zayn whispered in his ear, the interviewer smiled warmly at Niall and asked, "Do you miss your family?" my face fell, was he even going to acknolage we were family? He stared squarely at the interviewer and spoke in an even voice, "Well, I know this is going to be huge news but... I have a sister" there was gasp from the crowd and I found myself wondering what Harry's face looked like.

"Dammit Niall!" I heard from the side, I knew that voice. It was Harry. My heart softened, he was pissed at Niall for exposing me. "Who is it, Niall?" he grinned, "Her name is Ariella Mitchell and she lives in Miami, Florida attending Miami University" Another audible gasp from the crowd, "Ariella Mitchell..." the interview mused, like she reconigzed the name. "Harry, wasn't that your girlfriend?"

For the first time sense I turned the TV on, I saw Harry. He looked worse off than I did, and that was saying something. His hair wasn't styled as it poked in ever which direction, there were bags under his eyes and the everlasting frown made me want to cry, I still loved him and it hurt to see him like this. But the most profound thing to me, was the dark, lack-luster look his normally up-beat and happy green eyes had taken, his eyes were my favorite part of him so seeing them so sad broke my heart even more if that was possible.

A bitter feeling settled in my stomach as she reached forward and grasped his hand, "What'd that horrible girl do to you? Is she the reason you look so bad?" her voice was sugar coated but when I was mentioned it took on a venomous tone, like a snake. In fact, she sort of looked like a snake.

For the first time during the interview, I saw anger flash through his eyes, anger, disgust and protectiveness. He pulled his hand away from her with a look of fury on his face, "Ariella didn't do anything" he spat, voice taking on a hatred that surprised me. "I'm the one who screwed up and it was the biggest screw up of my life because I lost the girl I love" I gasped, his words made me melt and wish we hadn't fought.

The interviewers mouth dropped open in surprise, a lot like mine did. He just admitted on national television that he loved me! My heart clenched, as he said the words I didn't say back.

The interviewer, who I now realized had red hair and brown eyes, scrambled to find answer but a loud, obnoxious buzzer rang. You could visually see the interviewer relax due to the tension that this interview had caused.

"Just when it was getting good!" She said with a fake smile, "Sorry Directioners, looks like we're out of time, let's say thank you too our wonderful boys of One Direction-"

I clicked the TV off and pulled the blanket up to my neck, heart even more hurt than before. I drifted into a restless sleep where the face of a certain brown curly haired and green eyed boy haunted my slumber.