Unpredictable - A Harry Styles Fan-Fic

Chapter 32

My door bell rang, multiple times actually. It was 4:13 AM when I woke from my restless sleep. "Ariella!" the voice screamed through the door and into the intercom, "Harry?" I questioned into it, confusion and pain surfacing in my heart. 

"Yes. Let me in" My fingers hovered over the button before they fell and pushed it. I heard the door swing open as Harry bounded loudly up the stairs. I saw fury in his eyes, his knuckles were red from him hitting something, I scrambled backward into the headboard when his eyes landed on me. 

"What the fuck was that message about?" he shouted, face flushing red in anger. "I called you.." I whimpered, "You declined my call, I-I thought you were sick of me" I cried. "I didn't decline your call!" he screamed, so loudly I thought the walls rattled. 

Suddenly, anger spiked deep within me, dark and furious. He had no right to treat me like this! I shot to my feet, "Why did the phone only ring twice before it went strait to your voice mail then?" I was inches away from his, my chest brushing against his, we were toe to toe as I stared up into his eyes furiously. I felt something burning in my chest, I didn't like the fighting Harry and I were doing but it was passionate, fueled by the need to never loose each other, the need to please the other but also to defend ourselves.  

I realized then that the burning in my chest was love, bright and uncontrollable, because even when Harry and I were furious with each other, we still loved each other. It was beautiful. 

But even in the realization, my anger didn't die. It burned brighter because this was getting us somewhere, it was getting Harry and I's 'relationship' somewhere. I stared into his eyes, the green dark in the dim light of my room, but the darkness also seemed to blaze like the sun, which made me know he was hidding something. 

"What aren't you telling me?" I screamed, bowing at the stomach in fury. I hated liars. "Nothing" he shouted and stepped forward, making us even closer than we already were if that were possible. We were fitted together, hips against hips, chest against chest. His head was tilted down just enough to where our lips were mere centimeters apart, if one of us just leaned forward a tiny bit they'd be connected. 

I suddenly had the brightest, most burning desire to do that. I knew that it would be electric, that our fighting, our passionate rage would make this kiss something entirely unforgettable. I made up my mind right then. 

We both leaned forward at the exact same time, which meant that we both wanted this. I knew I wanted it, for the first time in my entire life, I was completely sure about something, I was sure I wanted to kiss him. In fact, I was sure I wanted him. I wanted all of him. 

When our lips met, it felt like what I expected, but oh-so-much better. Lighting erupted between our lips, love, lust and just pure desire burning through that kiss. It was red hot with passionate love and I reached up, matting my fingers in his curls, I tugged on his hair evoking a throaty moan from him, which was so sexy.

His hand gripped my bum and he tapped on my thigh, asking me to jump up. I obliged. Leaping upward with a dancers grace, I wrapped my legs around his waist. His large, hot hand slide up my thigh and made me embarrassed because I wasn't wearing anything but one of his t-shirts and my underwear. 

I stuffed the embarrassment down as he lead me back to the bed, where we stayed the rest of the night with no words. It was pure, unwavering love that we wrapped into one another in the most personal of ways possible. 

I knew then that I loved Harry, indefinitely and irrevocably, because I made up my mind that I would follow him anywhere.