closer // harry styles

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Ariana's POV

"Ariana what are you doing?" Alyssa asked over the phone.

"I don't even know. Harry 'saved my ass', and I'm just driving around. I have been for hours and now I'm lost." I sighed.

"Oh Ariana. Call someone." She said.

"I don't want to I like being alone." I said.

"You hate being alone! That's why you won't break up with Alex!" Alyssa said.

"Not true!" I said.

"It is and you know it." She said and I nodded, even though she couldn't see me.

"Shit," I whispered and pulled onto the side of the road.

"What happened this time?" Alyssa asked.

"I'm out of gas." I said.

"Oh my god... and you're lost?" She asked.

"Yup." I said as a car pulled up behind me and someone stepped out of the drivers seat and started walking towards Liam's car I was in.

"I gotta go. I'll um... I'll call you later." I said.

"Wait!" Alyssa protested but I hung up.

He tapped on my window and I hesitantly rolled it down.

"What do you want Harry?" I asked.

"Get in the car." He instructed.

"I am in the car." I said.

"Get in my car. Now." He ordered.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Liam sent me. And I see his car's out of gas... nice." He muttered, pulling out his phone and calling a tow company.

"They're coming. Get in my car right now it's starting to rain." Harry said.

"Harry I'm fine and I'm not getting in your car." I said.

"Ariana Mortin get in my car." He said.

"Harry Styles get away from Liam's car." I said.

"Ariana!" he yelled.

"Look Harry, I'm fine." I said.

"It's getting late and it's starting to rain. Get in my car." He said.

"Harry-" I started but he cut me off.

"Look I know we hate each other. But you need to get home so get in my car." He said.

"Who said we hated each other?" I asked.

"Well I don't really like you so-" he said and with that I rolled up my window.

My phone buzzed then and I looked over. "Get in my car"

He's texting me?! Really?

"No." I responded and he kept texting me so I turned my phone off and shut my eyes.

I heard the passenger door open and close and I looked over.

"I thought you wanted me in your car." I said.

"I did but it's pouring and I'm not gonna wait for you to make your decision." He said, running a hand through his hair. He was wearing a short sleeved white v-neck and I looked at him. You could see his collar bone and shoulder clearly because it had started to rain and it was a little see through. When he ran his hand through his wet hair I saw tattoos going up his arm and-

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." He said and I blushed and looked away. Why was he so rude?

"What are those tattoos for?" I asked.

"Nothing. Please get in my car." He said.

"Wow Harry Styles using a please. I have a tattoo." I said, ignoring his order.

"Yeah right." He said.

"Why's that so hard to believe?" I asked.

"Because you're... you." he laughed.

"What?" I asked.

"You're kind of a goody-goody." He said.

"No I'm not." I said.

"Where is it?" he asked.

"My shoulder... like the top of my back." I said.

"Get in my car, Ariana." He pleaded.

"No." I said. He got out of the passenger seat, and thinking he was gone for good, I closed my eyes and leaned back. I heard the driver door open and I opened my eyes to see him lean in.

"Harry!" I said, pushing him away.

"I'm not gonna kiss you!" He said. "Jesus Christ." He muttered. He leaned in again and picked me up, slinging me over his shoulder.

"Harry, put me down!" I yelled, hitting his back. It was pouring by now as Harry ran in his skinny jeans to his car. He opened a door, and plunked me down in the passenger seat, my hair and clothes damp. He walked around to the other side, and got in and sped off.

"Harry you left Liam's car door wide open!" I yelled and unlocked the door and opened it slightly jumping out, since we were only going like five miles per hour now.

"What the fuck?" He yelled. I ran over to the passenger side and grabbed my phone and purse, and got back in his car.

"Don't do that, you scared the shit out of me." He said.

"I thought you didn't care about me." I said.

"Huh?" he asked.

"I thought you hated me." I said.

"Wanna go somewhere?" he asked.

"Not with you." I said.

"It'll be fun." He said.

"Nothing's really fun with you." I said.

"You don't really know me." He smiled.

"Just take me home." I said.

"We're going out." He said locking the door.

"I can still jump-" he cut me off.

"I put the child safety lock on. Don't try." He smirked.

"How do I know you're not about to go murder me?" I asked.

"I would've done it by now." He laughed. I'd never really seen Harry laugh before. And it was really nice watching it happen.

"I don't even know you Harry." I said again.

"Well then try I get to know me. You just need to... to get closer to me." He said.