Ariel (Harry Styles)

Chapter 4

"Umm I don't live around here, but I'll have some of my... people.. call for a vet." Harry said, eyeing Flounder as he laid him on a bed. I nodded my head gratefully.

I had followed Harry into the beautiful house with the bay window and pillars. The house was huge, and it made me question who Harry was; how could he afford a place like this? We had walked up a large marble staircase and went into the first room on that landing.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at me. I fidgeted uncomfortably. "I can get you some clothes." He offered. I glanced down at myself and felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I was still wearing my bikini.

I nodded, and slowly crossed my arms across my bare stomach. He stood and walked across the large room, to the door. "I'll um, be right back." He mumbled before he disappeared.

I honestly felt like crying. Here I was, in some strangers manison, almost naked, with my dog who looked like he was about to bite it any second. Where am I? How am I going to get home? That's all I wanted to do. I wanted to see my father and sisters again. I wanted to sing.

But I couldn't sing, at least not here and not now. Harry was back rather quickly, carrying a blue sun dress that looked to be around my size. I smiled gratefully, and he stepped out again to let me change. I changed in a hurry. The dress fit perfectly. It had long sleeves that were a lighter blue, that led to the main body of the dress which was a dark, navy blue. It fell just above my knees.

I opened the door, indicating that it was okay for Harry to come back in the room. I was relieved when a man that looked sort of doctor-y followed Harry in.

"This is Dr. Beaux, he's here to take care of Flounder." Harry informed me. I nodded, allowing a small polite smile as I shook the vet's hand.

I watched nervously as Dr. Beaux looked over Flounder, pressing on his stomach at various points. Harry moved over so that he was standing beside me, and gently took my hand. I squeezed it, greatful for the support.

What would happen if Flounder never woke up? I bit my lip at the thought, trying to keep myself from sobbing hysterically.

The doctor pressed both hands firmly against the middle of Flounder's stomach. There was a sort of sucking sound as Flounder gagged and coughed up a mixture of seaweed and water. "There it is!" Dr. Beaux exclaimed happily. He turned around and pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. "He should be fine now, he'll just sleep it off. I'd like to take him into my office to fully examine him though, I want to make sure all he had was water stuck in his throat."

Harry's green eyes turned to look at me. "Is that alright with you?" He murmured. I nodded my approval. If that's what's best for Flounder then...

I watched as the doctor lifted Flounder off of the bed and into what looked like a rolling crate. With a final goodbye and the promise of a phone call tomorrow, he walked out with my best friend in tow. I frowned. I can imagine how Flounder is going to feel when he wakes up. I just hope he doesn't feel too scared and alone.

"Do you wanna go out?" Harry asked suddenly. His eyes looked bright and excited as he gave me a wide grin. I gave him a dubious look. I wanted to go out with him, but I haven't exactly been out on the town in a while. "C'mon, it'll be fun! You strike me as the type of girl that doesn't get out much." He said, grabbing my hand. I reluctantly let him pull me out the door.

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Harry sure knows how to show a girl a great time. I'd barely had time to admire Harry's beautiful house before he was pulling me outside into the bright afternoon sunlight. We walked the opposite way from which we had originally come from- away from the beach.

Harry talked to me the whole time, telling me about his life. He talked about how he was from England, a different country, which totally explained why his voice sounded different from my father's and sisters. He spoke of his older sister Gemma, and his mom Anne. He told me how he was living with his four best friends, Liam, Niall, Zayn and Louis whom I would meet later.

I liked the way Harry talked with his hands. When he was speaking about something that made him happy or excited, he would wave his hands around in the air. I loved his cute little dimple on his left cheek that appeared when he smiled.

I was starting to feel really comfortable around Harry, and I could tell the feeling was mutual with him. We eventually lapsed into a comfortable silence, walking side by side down the side walk. "Have you ever er- seen me before I found you on the beach?" Harry asked, rather awkwardly, like he was trying to ask me something really important but didn't want to make it obvious that it was really important.

Immediately, my mind flashed to the other night when I'd rescued Harry. I shook my head no, vehemently. "Have you ever heard of the band, One Direction?" He inquired, looking at me from the corner of his eye. I shook my head no.

Since my father couldn't really afford any new technology, I'm kind of behind on all the latest fashion and celebrity trends.

We'd finally arrived at a small Italian restaurant. We stepped inside and I gasped. It was absolutely beautiful. Half of the restaurant was hidden in a dark, candlelit shadow; white clothed tables scattered around. The other half of the restaurant was without a roof, tables were outside in the sunlight and there was a small dance floor in the center. A live band was playing soft, sweet music in the corner.

"Name?" The hostess questioned me as soon as we stepped foot inside. My eyes widened in alarm. Harry stepped forward, "Styles for two." His deep voice said. I noticed he'd slipped on sunglasses as we entered. Weird since we were now inside but, to each his own.

The hostess smiled, revealing perfectly white, straight teeth. She was very pretty. I followed Harry and the girl to a table on the outside part of the restaurant. "Your server will be with you shortly." She said as she slipped us two menus.

I scanned the menu, spotting what I wanted and pointed it out to Harry. He ordered that for me when our waiter came by.

"May I have this dance?" Harry asked with a smirk as our waiter walked away. I looked over to the dance floor, where a few other couples were slow dancing. I looked at Harry with a face that obviously said, 'are you kidding me?'

"See! I feel like that's your problem Ariel. You don't take risks, I just know it. You're in some sort of shell and I'm determined to break you out of it." He stated, standing up. Shocked and slightly offended, I let him take my hand and lead me to the dance floor.

My frown quickly turned into a timid smile as Harry took my hand and started twirling me around, rocking back and forth to the music. I think I could get used to this.