The Boy From the Mall (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 3: Screwed

CHAPTER THREE

*Ariana's POV*

"Hey Harry."

"So, do you want to go anywhere in particular or.....?"

"No, not really. How about you?" I answered getting into his car.

"Yes. But it's a surprise so don't ask"

"I hate surprises. Just tell me."

"Nope" he said popping the 'p'.

"Harry. Just tell me. I'm going to drive you insane if you don't."

All he did was give me a cheeky grin and shake his head, and starting the engine. Plan Insanity is a go.

"Please Harry!! Please! Please! Please! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaasssssssseeeeee!" I yelled holding the last "please" for 15 seconds. This went on for about 15 minutes until he finally said that we'd arrived. At those words I bolted out of his Range Rover to inspect the surroundings. It was an ice cream shop.

"Aaah! I love ice cream!" I cheered. Taking Harry by the wrist and dragging him to the entrance. "C'mon. Hurry up" I grunted.

"Alright, alright" he chuckled.

When we entered we were greeted by the sweet smell of ice cream. Small circular table were placed carefully around the room and you could see tubs upon tubs of ice cream through the glass of the small freezers on display. Taking a deep breath to inhale the sweet aroma, I thought back to when I was a little kid and my aunt would take me to get ice cream. She knew about how even then, at age 7, my parents cared for Hannah more than me. They never actually said it, but you could tell, my mom especially. They would always brag about Hannah when we had company over, but they'd make me wait upstairs. I guess you could say my life was like the early years of Harry Potter, spent in bedroom making no noise and pretending that I don't exist. So, my aunt would spend time with me, she treated me like her daughter. She'd take me to places to try and cheer me up. I always had a sweet tooth, even as a small child so, ice cream shops became our weekly hangout until she had to move for her job.

I instantly ran up to the display cases scanning over every flavor of ice cream, then letting my gaze drop to the mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Behind the counter, stood a preppy curly-haired blonde with green eyes. She wore so much make up that she looked practically fake and you could obviously tell that they weren't natural curls either. "What can I get you?" said Blondie, who according to her name tag was, Valerie. Wow a trampy name for a trampy girl. She was twiddling her hair in between her fingers and biting down on her lip while staring flirtatiously at Harry. But, there was something oddly familiar about her...

"Erm... I'll have two scoops of chocolate and she will have two scoops of mint chocolate chip."

"You remembered my favorite ice cream..."

"I am a sappy sentimental after all." He said matter a factly, as if finally believing something that's been told to him on countless occasions.

I smiled then turned back to Valerie who then said something that made me realize why she seemed so familiar. "You sure you want two scoops, Screwed?" She asked while eyeing my body making me feel self-conscious. Am I fat?

"U-uhm... L-let's g-go Harry." I don't want him to witness what really goes on in my life. We just met, and my life is way to screwed up to bring someone into.

"Ariana, are you okay?" Harry asked. Concern clear in his voice.

"Yeah. Um I-I'm fine. I don't want any ice cream. Let's just leave?" I couldn't look him in the eye, knowing if I did he'd the tears threatening to leave my eyes, so I talked with my head down and started off towards the door, but was stopped by a hand gripping my wrist.

"No. You're getting ice cream. And you're getting two scoops"

"Harry I-"

"Two scoops of chocolate and two scoops of mint chocolate chip" He said toward Valerie, each word spitting out like venom.

"Okay. Are you sure you don't just want one, Screwed?" There's that stupid school nickname again.

"Don't call her that. She's not screwed. She's perfect. Now do your damn job!" By the end he was almost shouting.

"That'll be $6.00." she sneered while giving me a glare. If looks could kill.

He paid for the ice cream, since I wasn't really in the mood to protest, and walked me out of the shop.

"I'm sorry about that. S-she's just some girl from school" I explained.

"But why was she being so rude and calling you names?" we were almost to his black Range Rover when he stopped walking as if coming to the realization that I prayed wouldn't happen. A look of pain on his face that showed when he turned to face me made it seem like he didn't want what he was about to say to be true. "Ariana? Y-you're not being bullied are you?"

I couldn't bear to look at his face so I instead stared at my shoes and muttered something about how I can handle it then being pulled into a hug. I don't really remember. My head was buzzing with the incident that occurred only moments go. But one thing in particular was pulling my attention more than anything. Did Harry really think I was perfect?

The rest of the night Harry and I walked around the park while eating our ice cream. Harry made terrible knock-knock jokes the whole night. The only reason I laughed was because they were so bad it was laughable.