The Boy From the Mall (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 4: Happy Birthday

This is two months after Harry and Ariana met at the mall, and they've spent almost everyday together.

CHAPTER FOUR

*Ariana's POV*

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Just ignore it Ariana. If you ignore it it'll go away.

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Ugh. Let me sleep you stupid alarm! Die in a hole!

I reached over my bed and shut my alarm of just in time to hear my mom from the downstairs yelling to 'turn down that racket'. Ugh. Grown ups.

I crawled out of my warm comfy bed and exposed by body to the cold air and walked over to my in suit bathroom, practically sleep walking. I stripped down my clothes and got into the shower, instantly being warmed by the hot water. After warming my body for about 5 minutes I lathered my body with strawberry scented body wash and washed my hair with Herbal Essence. I rinsed the suds from my body and hair, turned the water off and grabbed a towel from the towel rack and dried my body.

I prepared for the cold air waiting for me outside the bathroom door. I think I'm the only one that has to mentally prepare myself to walk out of the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, I secured the towel round my body and stepped out of the bathroom and into my room. The-

"AHH!!" I did a classic horror movie scream. Like when they're age girl is about to be murdered.

"What the heck Harry!?! You could've given me heart attack!"

"You...you should've.....seen your face." he laughed. Then mimicking what I guess was supposed to be how I looked when he surprised me. Then laughing even harder. His laugh was usually contagious, but not this time. This time I was too mad to laugh at how ridiculous he looked.

"Get out!"

"Bu-"

"Out! I need to get dressed"

"Ok. Get dressed. I'll sit here"

"Harold. Out" I stated using my best mom voice.

"Alright, alright. I'll wait down stairs, Mum."

After he left I made sure to lock the door behind me and opened the doors to my walk in closet in search of an outfit. "What to wear? What to wear?"

I settled on my black skinny jeans, black high top converse, and an oversized, dark blue knit sweater in order to hide my arms.

Your probably saying 'Ariana why do you want to cover your arms?' Well I don't usually show off my scars. The scars are from my self harm, but I haven't cut in a few months. Whenever I don't wear sleeves I wear bracelets to cover up. No one knows about it, not even Harry. I don't want him to know either because he might judge me and not want to know me anymore.

Just forget it Ariana, he's not going to find out.

I blow dried my hair and decided to just leave it down naturally, and applied some mascara and eyeliner. I hate wearing foundation and concealer I feel like I'm one of the witches that harass me at school. Plus, I don't really need it since my skin only gets the occasional blemish.

I looked in the mirror and sighed. "I'll never be pretty"

I grabbed my bag and descended the stair case to see my sister and Harry sitting on the couch. Harry looking extremely uncomfortable since my sister was so close she was practically sitting on his lap. When he looked up he seemed relieved to see me. "Sheesh Hannah. Get off the poor guy. He doesn't need an STD."