Restricted (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2

"Ari, baby, do you like Harry?" Mum asked, watching me expectantly. I nodded hesitantly, even though I was lying. He gave me this really awkward vibe that made me feel uncomfortable and intimidated.

Harry was weird.

My mum sighed and smiled. "Good. Harry and your father were best friends. Even with their twelve year age difference. God, no one could ever break them apart."

"That's nice." I said, logging onto Facebook. I had two friend requests, five messages, and twenty three notifications. I usually started by checking my friend requests, but when I clicked on the little icon, a peculiar name popped up.

Harry Styles.

"Oh, my God." I muttered, shifting on the wooden chair uncomfortably. My mum looked at me, confused. "Mom, does Harry have a Facebook account?"

She paused for a minute. "Yes."

"Should I accept it, then?" I asked rhetorically, pondering over the idea of accepting it. He could possibly stalk me and then I'd be in grave danger. I tend to overthink things a lot.

"Whatever you want, honey." My mum chirped, going back to washing the dishes. I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. I was going to accept it, since he was coming over tomorrow anyways and I didn't want to seem.. well, rude.

I immediately accepted the request, and not even a second later, I'm not underestimating this, a chat box popped up at the bottom right corner of the screen, even though I was offline.

'Hello, Ariana, it's Harry .x'

I stared at the message, unsure if I should answer or not.

In the end, I decided to, since I know he knew I saw his message.

'Hi, Harry.' I ended up sending. I didn't want to be too friendly and give him the wrong impression, and I didn't want to look like an uneducated freak either.

'How are you, darling?x' He immediately replied.

I stared at the text for a while, comprehending the pet name and the 'x.'

I was overthinking things again. He was only being friendly, right?

"Uh.." I pondered aloud. My mum turned around to give me a bewildered stare at the peculiar noise. I shook my head and smiled at her, and she reciprocated the smile.

'I'm doing good. what about you? :)' I typed rapidly, clicking 'enter.'

"What are you doing? You're typing so fast." My mum said, not bothering to turn around.

I nibbled on my bottom lip nervously. "I'm working on this project for school.. I really want to get it finished."

"Oh, I see." Mum replied. I nodded and went back to my messages, to see that Harry replied already.

'I'm doing good. Just thinking about you .x' I read.

Oh my goodness.

'And your family, of course.x' He immediately sent again, making me sigh in relief.

I think.

This is really weird.. Harry's really weird.

'Oh..I have to go to bed. Sorry, Harry. I'll see you tomorrow.' I responded, pressing my lips in a thin line. I made a mental note to not open his inboxes, otherwise he'll know I saw his messages, and I'd just seem rude.

The chat box emitted a beep sound again and I didn't check it. It was probably something along the lines of 'good night' or 'okay,' I wasn't going to bother checking.

"Mom, do you like Harry?" I inquired, closing down my laptop.

She paused before she said, "Of course, I do, Ariana."

"That's nice." I murmured, playing with the tips of my honey-colored hair. "What's your history with him?"

"Why are you so curious about him all of a sudden?" My mum asked, putting the last of the dishes into the dishwasher.

I was at a loss for words. "It's for.. uh, the project I'm doing for school. The one I just told you about like three minutes ago."

"What is it about?" She continued interrogating me. I bit my lip harshly, trying to come up with a plausible answer.

"Well.. it's about the history of someone you really, really admire." I smiled, watching her lips curve up into a smile.

"You could have said so." She gushed, giving me her full attention. I half smiled as she beamed at me. "Well, basically, when I was twenty, I had you."

I nodded, staring at her with wide eyes. That was very young. "That's nice, so what happened?"

"After my boyfriend found out I was pregnant with you, he broke up with me. I cried for days, and one day, I decided to go to the supermarket to get some grocery shopping done. Then, I accidentally hit Harry with an eggplant." She mused, staring at nothing thoughtfully. "I apologized, he said it was alright, then we kind of talked."

I nodded again.

"He said he was fifteen, and I told him I was twenty, and then he said that I was extremely attractive, and I said that he was too young to think that, and then he said age doesn't matter, and we dated, and he stuck with me until you turned five, and then he broke up with me. We're still friends, but I haven't seen him for a long time.. until now."

"That's why he looks familiar." I confirmed, glancing at my laptop again. I had a crazy obsession with it, and my hands were itching to just go on it and check if Harry said anything to me.

My hands were itching.

Literally.

"I'm going to go to bed now, Mum." I muttered, grabbing my laptop discreetly and bolting to my room before she could protest.

Once I got to my room, I turned on my computer and instantly went to Facebook. I had three notifications, and there were more popping up on the side. It all came from Harry.

I sighed and went to my messages, seeing that Harry sent me another message.

'I know you're not asleep, don't ignore me, sweetheart .x'

Oh goodness.

I typed in another reply and sent it to him. 'I'm going to sleep now. goodnight, harry.'

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"Ari, who is this Harry character your mum won't stop blubbering about?" Robert, who was my step-dad to be, asked me.

I shrugged, blindly answering him. "She told me it was her.. uh, friend."

"Well, he must be one hell of a friend if she's getting.. well, this prepared for him." He chuckled, although you could hear the slight anger laced in between his words.

As if on cue, Mum's voice echoed from the hallway, her voice being squeaky and filled with excitement. Judging by her tone, she was trying to be prestigious. "Robert, have you seen my eyeliner? Ariana, did you take it again?"

"That was one time!" I yelled defensively. Her laughter chimed from her room, the sound of drawers and cabinets being slammed shut the only noise that could be heard over Robert and I's conversation.

"You're growing up so fast, chipmunk." Robert laughed, pinching my cheeks softly. I smiled up at him, he was like a father to me.

"Isn't make up like a daily part of life? I'm nineteen." I blushed.

One time, I took my mum's eyeliner and tried to apply it, since so many people were doing it. I didn't know the difference between a pencil, an actual pencil, and eyeliner.

I took a pencil - the writing utensil - and tried to put it on. I then realized that that wasn't going to work, so I took my mum's makeup.

When I tried to put it on, I got some in my eye and I thought it was okay, but I ended up getting an eye infection. It wasn't major, but it was embarrassing.

It was kind of funny, though.

"Yeah, but I don't want boys all up on you like you're Kim K or something." Robert said. He was trying not to laugh.

"YOU DIRTY DONKEY!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air. My caramel hair ended up smacking him in the face somehow, and he fell down clutching his eye.

I thought he was crying, but he was laughing like someone told him that..

I'm not good at completing my thoughts.

"What's so funny here?" I heard a familiar, deep voice say. I instantly turned around to be face to face with Harry, his lips curved up into a crooked smile at the scene.

Robert was on the floor, still laughing and clutching his literal goddamned eyeball, regardless of the fact that Harry was right in front of him.

"I-I was just flash backing. And then I accidentally hit him in the face.. like by accident, and he just started laughing." I muttered, realizing I mentioned it was an accident twice.

"Cute." Harry murmured thoughtfully, glancing at Robert. "Mum's boyfriend?"

"Fiancé." I said, only to realize how horrible it sounded to him. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I just-"

"No, no, it's alright." Harry hummed, smiling slightly. "How have you been, Ariana?"

I craned my neck upwards to look at him. "I've been good."

He leaned down so that his lips were right next to my ear, his hot breath hitting the sensitive flesh steadily. I inhaled deeply. "That's nice."

"Mhm." I squeaked, pushing him away from me reluctantly. I tried to make it seem like I was joking around with him, but I wasn't. He seemed to notice that and he kept that same blasted, sinister smile on his face.

"Oh, Harry, how have you been?!" My mum's chirpy voice squealed, and I instantly turned my head to look at her. Robert reciprocated my actions, and both of our jaws dropped at what we saw.

My mum was wearing a dress, like an actual dress, and it was beautiful. It was pink and slightly large, which was actually nice because it made her seem.. sophisticated. I didn't know if that made any sense.

Her makeup was down to perfection, and her hair was down this time, in the hairstyle I usually wore.

It was the one where I pulled some of my hair back, tied it into a mini ponytail and just curled everything else.

The room was silent.

"I like your hair." I whispered, afraid of all attention on me, especially Harry. My mum beamed, walking over to the dinner table, Harry and Robert at her tail.

"Thanks, I stole it from you." Mum said, cracking a smile.

I loved these moments, where she wasn't stuck up, prude or just plain rude. She was nice, and acting like a normal, casual mother.

"I noticed." I smiled back at her.

"Alright, let's get to the food! Ariana, be nice to Harry and ask him if he needs anything." She added the last part in a low, low whisper.

Moments like that didn't really last long in this household. I nodded anyways.

The dinner mostly consisted of failed attempts at small talk, awkward silences and attempted flirting between my mum and Harry.

That was sick, and I felt horrible for Robert.

He was giving Harry a hard stare, and Harry didn't even notice. He didn't pay attention to either Robert or Mum, no.

His attention was on me.

After about thirty more minutes of this, I got up wordlessly and brought my plates with me, walking over into the kitchen next door, where the sink was.

Harry, of course, followed.

Why did he go everywhere I went?

"Ariana." Harry mumbled, tapping me on the shoulder. I spun around to face him, almost breaking the dishes in the sink. My face was expressionless, but I changed it to a smile once I faced him.

Harry, being the observant motherfucker he is (I just found out he is in fact an observant motherfucker) noticed that.

"Are you okay?" He chuckled breathlessly, although there was no humor in it whatsoever.

I nodded wordlessly. "I'm fantastic."

"Don't lie to me. There's something wrong." He chastised, placing a playful swat on my bum.

I gave him a bewildered expression.

Did he actually just do that?

"Harry, did you just.. that's sexual harrassment." I gasped. I was taught to always cry for help, especially when someone touches me inappropriately without my consent. It was kind of like when this guy in grade seven tried to grab my ass, so I punched him in the face and screamed.

It turned out that he accidentally swung his arm and it hit my bottom.

Before I could continue my protest, he quickly slammed his hand over my mouth, bringing me into a state of shock. He pulled me back so my back was against his chest, and I was breathing heavily into his hand.

"Now, now, Ariana," Harry attempted to soothe me, stroking my hair softly. I screamed into his hand and his other hand that wasn't restraining me went to my thigh, pinching it harshly. "C'mon, breathe, baby, breathe."

I nodded quickly, anything to get his hand off of me.

Did he just call me 'baby?'

"Promise me you won't scream." He rubbed my cheek with his middle finger. I cringed, tensing up immediately.

"I promise." I muttered into his hand.

I seriously was, he seemed absolutely terrifying to me.

"Good girl." He breathed, finally releasing me. It was a hesitant move, but once I opened my mouth to speak again, he interrupted me again. "Don't scream, or your parents will become history."

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A/N: I HAVE AN IDEA OF WHAT GOES ON IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OMFG

well i hoped you liked it hahahehh.

I'M GOING TO WRITE A NEW STORY, IT'S CALLED ON AIR (idk the title yet still deciding) AND IT'S ABOUT THIS GIRL THAT IS GOING SOMEWHERE ON A PLANE AND THEN HARRY TAKES OVER THE PLANE AND HE'S LIKE THE NEW CAPTAIN AND IT'S DARK HARRY AND IDK SHOULD HE TAKE HER TO SPACE OR SOEMTHING o-o

i have 2 other story ideas but i wanna start them when i'm not so busy anymore idk

ilysm and u guys are my life yay

dedicated to Isa because she's amazing omfg

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