Restricted (Harry Styles)

Chapter 7

Hey, Ariana, are you still at Harry's? You can come home now. Mum texted me. I almost cried out in happiness when I read that. Harry was cleaning up in the bathroom after our...

Incident.

He's been in the shower for ten minutes.

Yes, I'll tell harry. I instantly replied, almost dropping my phone to the ground. Harry walked in with a towel wrapped around his waist and head.

I silently thanked God that he was covering his little 'friend.'

"Who are you calling?" Harry asked apprehensively, going over to the wooden closet. He opened it and started rummaging through his clothes, searching for something to wear.

"Um, my mum texted me -- she said she wants me to go home." I breathed, lying about the last part. She didn't need me, but it was much better than staying with Harry. Relief was evident in my voice, I've never ever been happier.

Harry's lips were in a thin line when he turned around to look at me. My vision darted to his tattooed chest, with swallows underneath his collarbones. His stomach had a large butterfly on it, the ink carved into what seemed like a Greek statue. My eyes roamed to his arms, random tattoos scattered everywhere.

He is extremely attractive for an old guy, oh my goodness.

"Admiring, little dove?" Harry cooed, pulling the shirt over his head. My cheeks were splashed with pink, and I shook my head slowly. "I'll take you home, but remember, this isn't over yet, baby girl."

My heart plunged down to my stomach and I swallowed. My whole body was twitching slightly from the accumulation of fear, horror, and dread. "What do you mean?"

His lips curved up into a sinister smile. "You'll find out soon enough."

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Once I got home, Mum and Robert were sitting on the couch, smiling at each other. Mum almost yelled, "Hi, Ariana!"

She was unusually chirpy today. I cleared my throat conspicuously. They were just fighting two days ago.. "Hi."

"Guess what?" Mum inquired, literally bouncing up and down in her seat. She looked like a child, in a good way. "Guess what?"

"What?" I stated, smiling at her positive attitude. Harry was sitting on the couch casually, leaning against the supporter on the very end of the seat.

Robert was sporting an egoistic smile -- literally. He was giving this Harry this... look. The one where he's trying to get his attention and tell him he won in something, an immature attitude basically. I actually do that sometimes.

I'm immature.

"Robert and I," Mum breathed, her grasp on Robert's hand getting tighter and tighter by each word. His hand was paling, but I didn't say anything, only looking down at the floor and chewing on my nails nervously. "We found out when we're getting married! Maybe in a year or so, he's going to be your dad."

I should be upset like all those stories, but I'm not.

I saw it coming, anyways. I had a feeling he was going to be my step-dad, I already considered him as mine anyways.

I am ecstatic.

Robert is an amazing person, really. He's so sweet, and I've never seen my mum this happy before.

"You're okay with that -- right?" Mum asked, looking at me, but mostly at Harry.

Is she using Robert as some toy to make Harry jealous?

I shook my head microscopically. My mum isn't that horrible.. right?

"Yeah. I really like Robert." I admitted, my eyes flickering from Harry's eyes on me to my mum's eyes on Harry to Robert's eyes on my mum's and Harry's contact.

That was slightly confusing.

"Aw, Ariana, I like you too." Robert smiled, still evaluating my mum's reaction to Harry. She was still staring at him, obviously admiring, and it made me and probably Rob really uncomfortable.

For fuck's sake, she's his ex-girlfriend, and he's like five years younger than her. I'm not jealous -- it's just disturbing to think about.

"I'm fine with that." Harry spoke for the first time he came here. My mum seemed surprised with that, so she edged closer to Robert, wrapping her arms around him. Rob reciprocated her actions with a smug smile directed at Harry. "I'm happy for you both."