closer // harry styles

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Ariana's POV

"Let's go." Harry said.

"Harry I'm not properly dressed to go clubbing." I responded.

"We aren't going clubbing, we're just getting drinks dumbass." He smiled.

"Oh." I blushed. We sat down at a long bar and I was still under dressed, but I didn't really care. We ordered our drinks and spent some time talking... getting 'closer'.

"So tell me about Alex." He insisted.

"He's just... my boyfriend." I answered.

"Why don't you break up with him?" he smiled.

"Why do you care?" I asked.

"Ariana he physically hurt you." He said.

"Again, why do you care?" I asked again.

"Look, I'm sorry for trying to be nice." He laughed and I sighed.

"Alex is..." I started, shaking my head. "Something else. We've been dating for five months, and he was so nice and then he just... changed. I don't know what happened. That was the first time he actually hurt me, but he started forgetting to pick me up, being mean, and just... breaking promises." I explained, looking down at my drink. "But I guess I'm just... nevermind." I laughed.

"No what?" he asked.

"I'm just... I guess I'm just afraid to be alone. Afraid of losing him." I said, and Harry nodded.

"Why am I telling you this? You hate me." I said.

"I don't hate you. I just don't know you. I'm sorry about that." He said, and I waved, blowing it off.

"So now that I told you that, tell me something about your past." I insisted.

"I don't have any secrets." He said.

"Everyone has a secret." I said.

"Not me." He said.

"Your lying." I objected.

"Tell me something about yourself." He asked.

"Don't try to change the subject." I instructed.

"I'm just asking you a question," He said.

"Well then you're answering mine later. What do you wanna know?" I asked.

"I don't know." He said.

"Uh... well I'm 18 years old-" I started but he cut me off.

"When's your birthday?" He asked.

"One question at a time!" I smiled.

"Mines the first of February." He said, completely ignoring what I had to say.

"May 8." I said.

"Soon." He said.

"I turn 19 in about 5 weeks... not that soon." I said. "Anyway, I'm 18, in my senior year of high school, but now I'm not finishing school, and... wait how old are you?" I asked.

"I turned 20 February first." He said, and I yawned.

"What, do I bore you?" He asked.

"What? Oh I'm just tired." I said.

"Let's go home." He said and paid for the drinks.

We walked outside and immediately were lost in a crowd of people. Harry grabbed my hand, sending chills down my spine.

"Whats going on?" I asked him, yelling.

"It's the paps, keep your mouth shut!" He yelled to me. There were flashing cameras shooting questions in evey direction as we tried to get to the car.

"Mr. Styles is this your new girlfriend?" One asked.

"Mr. Styles who is she?" Another asked.

"Ms. Mortin!" One yelled and I spun around, letting go of Harry's hand by accident.

"Are you and Mr. Styles a thing?" He asked me.

"What? No." I said.

"Ariana!" I heard Harry yell. "C'mon!" He yelled again.

"Ms. Mortin is it true you're only dating Mr. Styles because your dad died and you want to get back at him?" One asked as I grabbed Harry's hand. Again, I let go of his hand.

"What? Would you like to say that again to my face?" I asked.

"Ariana just ignore them." Harry said. I turned around, punched the man in the nose, and grabbed Harry's hand as he pulled me back out of the crowd.

"Well that was... something else." Harry said as we got in his car and started to drive through the rain.

"Yeah. Wait how did you get those drinks? We're underage." I pointed out.

"Well, like you just witnessed, I'm Harry Styles." He laughed.

"Right." I said.

"But it was also a test." He said.

"Huh?" I asked, looking at him, confused.

"A test. You see, you said you weren't a goody-goody. You proved me right, because you didn't even object to the thought of drinks." He laughed.

"Oh. Well now do you believe I have a tattoo?" I asked.

"I have to see it to believe it. What is it of?" He asked.

"I don't know, you'll have to see it to believe it." I smirked. "I got it when I turned 18 last May. I never actually told my dad though." I said.

"Damn, you are not a goody-goody!" He laughed.

"What did I tell you?" I asked. "I mean, I have my moments, but..." I clarified.

When we pulled in the driveway to the house, I started to open the door but he stopped me.

"Don't you wanna wait for the rain to stop?" He asked.

"Uh, sure." I said as he flicked on the radio.

"And we danced all night to the best song ever, we knew every line now I can't remem-" The radio started playing.

"You know this song?" Harry asked.

"No." I said.

"That's a shame." He said.

"Why?" I smiled.

"It's One Direction." He laughed.

"What? No way!" I yelled.

"Yup." He said.

"Is that Zayn?" I asked.

"Yeah," He laughed.

"Jesus is he grabbing his balls, how can he sing that high?" I asked, not thinking about what I was saying. Harry just laughed, and looked at me, who blushed.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." I said, using his words.

"Sorry." He blushed and looked away. This time I looked at him.

"Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?" I asked.

"Well I-" he stopped talking when he looked over at me. We were both leaning on the center console of the car, and our noses were only inches apart. He looked up in my eyes, and brushed his nose against mine.

"I- I think the rain's letting up!" I said, getting out of the car.

"No it's-" he started but I shut the door and ran inside before he could finish.

(thank you SO much again! in the next two chapters or so, there will be a few new characters. stay tuned! xx)