The One That Got Away

Chapter 52

Arianna's POV

"Harry!"

"Harry over here!"

"Is it true that your back together?"

So many people were yelling questions at Harry.

Harry is now holding my hand really tight, and pushing me through the groups of people.

All we did was go to the supermarket, and then when we are leaving, we get mobbed.

I mean, it's not something I'm not used to. I'm getting mobbed too because of the photoshoot.

We finally get to the car and I sigh when Harry locks the doors.

"Everyone step away!" Paul yells at the girls around Harry's car.

They continue to go crazy, as Paul holds them back.

"Harry will run over you!"

They back away and we finally get out of the parking lot.

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"I'm so bored!" I yell.

All that I hear is silence.

Harry went to go buy something, and while he was gone, everyone left to go out to some party at a house.

We all know how that will end.

Harry has been gonna for two hours, everyone else has been gonna for an hour and a half, and I'm all alone.

I hear someone struggling to get the door open and I panic.

I grab a vase and go right behind the door.

The door finally opens and I'm about to throw the vase when I notice who it is.

It's just Harry.

"Arianna what are you doing?" he asks closing the door

"I thought someone was trying to break in so..." I hold up the vase.

"With a vase? What's that going to do?" he chuckles.

"I was hoping knock someone out..." I reply. "And why do you always chuckle?"

"Because you make me. " He replies.

I roll my eyes, and place the vase back on the table.

"So do you want to go out to dinner?" Harry asks me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind me.

"I guess. " I shrug.

"Go get changed then. " He pushes me towards the staircase.

"Damn pushy much. " I mumble.

"Heard that!" Harry yells.

I go into my room, and to my closet.

As I'm searching for what to wear, I spot a book on the floor.

I ignore it and continue to search until I finally find the outfit.

A black skater skirt, with a white short sleeve with a small pocket on the chest, and white flats.

After I change, I grab a small bag and go downstairs.

"So where are we going?" I ask Harry as he starts to drive.

"That little Italian restaurant you like. "

"Wow first time you told me where we were going. " I say.

"Guess so. " He smirks.

We end up at the restaurant a few minutes later, and Harry tells the woman his name when we get in.