Back And Forth (Harry Styles And Ariana Grande Fan Fiction) EDITING

Chapter 4 Save You Tonight

Chapter 4: Save You Tonight

RECAP "Mum!!! WHAT IS HARRY DOING IN MY ROOM?" I shout to my mum snapping out of day dream.

"Sorry sweetie, I forgot to tell you that Anne is moving to London for some weeks due to her promotion that's why Harry will be staying with us and you know Andrew. You know how grumpy he gets when someone enters his room that's why you'll be sharing your room with Harry for some weeks. Sorry sweetie." Mum yells back from downstairs.

Great! I turn to look at Harry. He was smirking at me. Something bad was sure bound to happen.

Ariana's POV

I groan loudly and glare at Harry, who is still standing in front of me with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He had a lean and muscular body with broad shoulders. His skin was tan and glistening from the water droplets. His wet curls were all swept back but soon dried ringlets were already falling on his forehead. Overall he was a complete package of hotness and I would be lying if I say I wasn't checking him out.

"Enjoying the view, huh?" Harry smirks at me.

"More like a wet dogs' show," I snort lying obviously.

"You're lying. I know you've seen a guy shirtless only in posters. That Ronaldo and David Beckham one which you pasted right above your study table so you could look at it every time you felt bored of doing homework." He turns to look at his side where my study table was kept at the right corner of my room. "Oh, you removed it?" He raised his eyebrow at me.

"Andrew tore it when we were arguing whether Manchester United or Barcelona was the best." I whine remembering that day.

Harry chuckled. "You still watch football?"

"Well of course. Football flows in my blood. Remember I used to beat you in it when we were kids? And that day when we were playing whilst it was raining and you slipped in the mud." I say remembering that day when we were playing football in rain and I had won. He was so pissed that a girl won over him and right when he was running towards me to hit me with the ball, he slipped in the mud and got mud all over his body.

"You had a special mud batb that day." I bark out laughter remembering Harry's face, covered in mud. His brows furrowed and nose crinkled, huffing and puffing with frustration.

"Shut up, you still play football?" He asks, obviously trying to change the subject to save him from being more embarrassed than he already is.

"Nah, I got tired of it." I mutter lying. I gave up playing football when he went to X-Factor because playing football reminded me more of him and I didn't felt like playing without him.

"Oh, you used to love playing football." He mumbles looking into my eyes intently like he was searching for something. I look away.

"I used like we used to be friends." I blurt out without even thinking. Harry's jaw clenches and his carefree expression hardens. Uh-oh he's angry now. I have to admit, I am a complete bitch for saying that but it's not like I'm lying. He was the one who broke our friendship not me.

"Yeah, we're not friends now so why bother talking with each other." He spats, walking away to the other side of the room where his luggage was kept. Harry grabbed some clothes from his luggage and walks back to the toilet.

My heart sank when he said that. I don't even know why I suddenly had the urge to cry. Tears formed at the corner of my but I quickly wiped it away. I don't want to show Harry that he succeeded in hurting me. I don't want to give that satisfaction.

I walked towards my closet and grabbed my pajama and a jumper. It was chilly tonight as it was raining quite heavily outside. Oh God don't cause any lightening today. I am not ready to deal with it right after my argument with Harry. I waited for Harry to exit the toilet. After some minutes Harry exited wearing a black jogger and grey jumper. I enter the toilet, change quickly and wash my face. Drying my face with a towel, I exit the toilet and find Harry laying on my bed texting someone excitedly.