The Boy From the Mall (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 7: Surprises Aren't Always Good

CHAPTER SEVEN

*Ariana's POV*

It was now 6 o'clock and I decided now would be a good time to get ready. I repeatedly tried calling and texting Harry to get him to tell me where we're going but eventually he stopped answering the phone. The butt head.

I took a shower and dried off. I put on my robe and blow dried my hair and put it in a half-up half-down hair style. After that I applied a small amount of eyeliner and mascara.

I walked to my closet and tried to decide on something to wear. He said something warm, but living in California you don't really accumulate a lot of warm clothing.

After 10 minutes of-what I like to call-dresser diving I decided on a pair of light wash skinny jeans, a tight white spaghetti strap tank top with a light blue off the shoulder knitted sweater on top, and my white high top converse. It's not an outfit I'd normally wear but after what I told Harry I think wearing some brighter colors will help him to see I'm not a depressed freak. Even though I used to be...

Just as I finished putting on my shoes my phone dinged with a text.

Harry

I'm outside -H xx

I grabbed some money and put it in my back pocket along with my phone and headed down the stairs.

"Hey. Where are you going?" Asked Hannah as I walked through the living room. She was sitting on the couch with a bag of mini marshmallows on her lap, watching Pretty Little Liars.

"No idea. It's a surprise."

"Sounds fun."

"You still obsessing over marshmallows?"

"I'm as obsessed as you are with peanut butter." She laughed.

You see, on my mom's side of the family it's like everyone has that one food they're obsessed with. And I mean obsessed! It becomes like your best friend. It's what you eat when your sad, happy, nervous, bored. And you just can't live without it. Like blood to a vampire. It's truly the weirdest trait to inherit but who ever said life was normal, right?

My sister obsesses over mini marshmallows. Specifically the mini ones because, and I quote, "The larger ones don't taste as sweet and the small ones in hot chocolate aren't enough to fulfill my marshmallow needs". While my unhealthy craving is peanut butter. And my mother being who she is feels that marshmallows and peanut butter are unhealthy and fattening and has forever banned them from ever passing the threshold into her home. Regardless, we still eat them. Each of us has some sort of secret stash in our rooms, hidden from everyone. Like I said, unhealthy. Hannah has come to carrying a ziplock bag full of marshmallows in her purse, and when I found out that they make travel sized peanut butter jars I was on top of the world.

"It's not an obsession, it's a dedication." I defended.

"Yeah a dedication that had you hiding in a shed with jars of peanut butter when you weren't allowed to have anymore."

"We never speak of that summer." I stated.

"Whatever you say, crazy." She chuckled. "Have fun Ari. And...Happy Birthday." I mumbled a barely audible thanks before going outside and slipping into Harry's car.

"Hey! Ready to celebrate your birthday?" Smirked Harry. "I guess" I said. "Don't worry. It'll be fun"

"Where are we going?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out"

~*~

"Are we there yet?" I sighed. Harry and I have been in this car for 20 minutes and I'm getting more and more impatient by the second.