Restricted (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

"Ariana, could you please get the door?" My mum asked me, turning her attention back to the stove which was boiling with ingredients.

"Alright, Mum." I replied, leaving my laptop on the table. I jumped off of the wooden chairs and walked out of the dining room and through the hallway that led to the living room, where the front door was.

The doorbell rang again.

"I'm coming!" I yelled out in aggravation.

The stranger was persistent, knocking on the door until I reached it. I unlocked the door and opened it, revealing a man with dark, brown curly hair and light green eyes, a dimple indenting the right side of his cheek, and a somewhat mischievous spark in his eyes. He looked around thirty or so, and he was about a solid foot taller than my five foot two figure.

"Hello." He spoke, taking in my features intently. His eyes traveled from my eyes, to my nose, and my mouth, then down to my chest. I felt violated and uncomfortable so I crossed my arms over my chest, watching him as his eyes continued to wander over my tense body. "I'm Harry."

"Um.. hi." I muttered as I turned my attention away from him hesitantly. "Mum, there's a guy named Harry at our doorstep!"

"Is he by any chance Harry Styles?" She called out from the kitchen. "Because if it is, let him in.. I guess."

"Are you Harry Styles?" I asked him the obvious. He chuckled, a low, raspy chuckle that made my insides melt.

"Yes, I am, love." He replied.

"Yeah, Mum, it's Harry Styles!" I yelled. I heard a loud clattering that sounded a lot like pots falling onto the ground.

"Is your mum alright?" Harry asked, looking expectantly at me.

"Oh, my God." I muttered before I turned around, depriving Harry of my attention. "Uh, Harry, I'll be right back. You could come in."

I didn't wait for his reply as I power walked to the kitchen, revealing my mum, standing on the counter with a bunch of pans and pots scattered around the floor.

"So, was it Harry Styles?" She finally said after recovering from the silence.

"Yeah, it was." I said, picking the pots up. My mum frowned before attempting to sit down on the counter with slow, reluctant moves.

"Hmm, I wonder what he wants now." Mum sighed, jumping off the counter gracefully. "He's been stalking me ever since you were born, when I was in college and he was in high school. Not to be rude or anything, but it was kind of creepy."

"Well, I don't know him, so I don't think I'm the source of your problem." I said, picking up the last of the spoons and ladles that dropped. I placed them in the ceramic vase that carried our cooking utensils and turned around, face to face with Harry.

"Uh.. hi." I muttered awkwardly, glancing at my mom's back, anything to avoid his penetrating gaze.

My mum turned around quickly at the sound of my unusual greeting and her jaw dropped in awe. "Harry, is that you?"

"Yes, it is." Harry murmured thoughtfully, his gaze still on me. He was leaning against the countertop table, his arms crossed. "Hello, Katherine."

"Oh goodness, Harry, you've grown so much." Mum gushed. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you keep treating me like a child? I'm only five years younger than you." He spoke, watching her with cautious eyes. Then, in a quieter voice, he whispered, "That's exactly why we broke up."

I stared at both of them with wide eyes. They used to date... and Harry was five years younger than my mum.

My mum is forty, so Harry is thirty five.

Oh goodness.

Mum forced a smile and looked at me weakly. "Harry, this is Ariana, my daughter. Ariana, my.. ex-boyfriend, Harry."

"Hi." I repeated for the third time that day. A slight smile played on Harry's lips, his bright green eyes assessing mine with a powerful intensity.

"Nice to meet you.. when you're not a toddler and drooling all over my arm." He greeted cheerfully, extending his hand for a handshake. I hesitantly grasped his hand and I cursed myself for not wiping off the perspiration on my palm.

"You too," I mumbled. When I was a toddler?

He smirked slightly when he noticed I was nervous in his presence.

How could you not, though? He was absolutely nerve-wracking. I swayed from side to side and played with my hair, looking anywhere but him.

Harry broke the silence. "How old are you, Ariana?"

"I.. uh, I'm nineteen." I replied, stopping the assault on my hair. He nodded approvingly.

"Do you have good grades?" He asked, quirking up an eyebrow. I nodded and opened my mouth to speak, but Mum beat me to it.

"Oh yes, Harry, she has a 4.0 GPA." Mum boasted, subconsciously puffing her chest out in pride. "That's my girl."

"Uh.. I guess I'm average." I said instead, not trying to sound conceited. 4.0 was a big accomplishment, and I worked hard for it, but I didn't like pushing that in other people's faces.

"Do you want some scotch?" Mum asked Harry cheerfully. "My husband will be here in about an hour or so, wouldn't want him hogging the alcohol."

Oh, my God.

Here it goes again.

"Mother.." I started to argue with her, but she gave me a look that told me to shut my mouth. A few strands of brown hair from her tight bun fell into loose curls, and her dark, coffee colored eyes held disapproval in them.

"I.. I'll just go upstairs, then." I muttered, avoiding Harry and Mum's gaze, walking into the dining room to get my laptop.

I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder. Instinctively, I whipped around to face Harry. "Stay, love."

"O-Okay," I stuttered. "I'll stay then."

Harry smiled in victory then muttered under his breath, "Good girl."

My mum watched us with guarded eyes, evaluating our contact closely. I shifted uncomfortably underneath her gaze, finally walking over to the table and sitting down on the wooden chairs.

"So.." My mum said, waiting for someone to fill in the rest of the sentence. When no one did, she continued. "What brings you here, Harry?"

"Just wanted to visit you, Katherine. That's all." He smiled, although there was something else underneath it.

"How sweet, Harry!" She beamed, batting her eyelashes at him.

Was she really flirting with her ex boyfriend in front of her daughter, who has a father, which is her husband, right in front of me?

Oh goodness.

"Ariana," Harry suddenly said, ignoring my mum's failed attempt at flirting. "Do you remember me?"

"Uh..." I murmured, closing my eyes and attempting to recover my old memories. I remember he told me he saw me as a toddler. I thought back to when I was three, and a vision of a curly haired guy with black hair popped up. "I-I think so..?"

"Amazing memory," He mused. "I doubt you'd remember me."

"Oh." Was all I said.

"I remember you, when I saw you how long ago? Ten years. When you were nine years old." Harry sighed, thinking back. "Your mum was twenty nine and I was twenty four, oh my God, you were just so adorable. Your light brown hair were in curls down your shoulders, and I always called it chocolate hair. Your sparkling hazel eyes were similar to... well, ambers, or something. You were a cute girl, Ariana."

I listened intently, surprised he could.. well, remember all of that.

"And now look at you." He said, a smirk on his face. "Such a beautiful young lady."

I was speechless.

There was something behind that smirk, his every move was confident, and he seemed to know something I didn't. My mum was oblivious.

"Yeah, she got her looks from me." Mum laughed, tucking her stray locks behind her ears.

"Sure." Harry replied, not even paying attention to my mum. All of his attention was on me, I took mental notes on how his eyes were on mine, even though I kept looking away, and his posture was straight, and he kept the same poker face on.

He was.. different.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Harry kept interrogating me. My throat closed up at that question, mostly because I've only ever dated one person, and it was Willy Wilson in fifth grade who I gave a peck to on the lips. After that, he told me I was disgusting, and just like that, I was single for the rest of my life.

"No, I don't, Mr. Styles." I said, feeling my cheeks turn red. I looked down immediately.

"Is that so?" He replied, licking his lips.

"Yes." I muttered. Harry was really weird and awkward.

"That's great." Harry smirked. "I really have to go now, I have some business meetings to attend to. I'll be back tomorrow."

I sighed in relief, but luckily Harry didn't hear.

"Oh, that's too unfortunate, Harry." My mum said sympathetically, turning her attention away from her phone. "We'll see you tomorrow then, alright?"

"Uh.. goodbye, Mr. Styles." I said awkwardly, waving to him.

I probably looked like a penguin.

"Bye, Ariana." He said, fighting a smile off his lips. "I'll see you tomorrow, darling."

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A/N: unedited and it sucks and i'll just fix this later lol. dedicated to melina cause we all know how much i love her.
this story got hash tagged like the thing where it's #6969 in fanfics or something. I CANT BELIEVE IT.
again, this story is still coming soon, i just wanted to give you chapter one bc i was excited okay :3
it's starting when i'm done with safe which is VERY soon, so i'm not giving this a goal lol.
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