closer // harry styles

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

"What do you want, Alex?" I asked.

"Did you get the letter?" He repeated.

"Yeah, thanks for busting into my house." I said.

"No problem." He chuckled. "I told you to stop talking to Harry. Have you?" He asked.

"Where did you get that letter?" I asked.

"I asked you a question." He said.

"So did I. Answer mine first." I said.

"Well I asked mine first." He said, grabbing my scratched up wrist. "So answer mine first." He said, squeezing my wrist.

"Ow, you're hurting me!" I yelled.

"SHH!" He said, putting a finger to my lips. "Answer my question." He said.

"Ow, let go first!" I whimpered as he looked down at my wrist.

"What's this?" He asked, ripping the band-aid off.

"Ow. It's nothing." I said.

"Really? That's not what it looks like. Also, last time I touched your wrist," He started, tracing lightly over the cuts. "Last time I was about to hit you. But then your little 'friend' stepped in." He said. "So let's finish what we started. Shall we?" He asked, drawing his hand back. His hand came across my cheek, and I started crying. He drew back again, but didn't finish this time. I kept my eyes closed.

"Stay away from her!" He yelled. I opened my eyes slowly, and found Harry yelling at Alex, who was on the ground. Alex slowly got up, have Harry the finger, and walked away.

"This still isn't over babe!" Alex yelled. I was clutching my cheek with my really cut and now bruised wrist, and Harry saw.

"What happened? What did you do to your wrist, and what did he do?" Harry asked, lightly touching my cheek.

"Stop, get away from me. Thanks for saving me again, Harry, but you're the most two faced person I've ever met. One minute your like this, the next you don't care about me. Then you say you just need to get 'closer' to me. Harry, I'm done with this." I said, and started walking away, putting my hand down, and letting the tears fall.

"Ariana, wait!" Harry yelled, and stepped in front of me, making me stop walking.

"Did you cut yourself because of me?" He asked.

"Partly, yes." I admitted.

"Look, I really like you, Ariana. Forget what I said earlier, I really really like you. You mean more then you know to me, so please, please forgive me." He said.

"No Harry, I'm sorry. I gave you a chance, and you gave me your final answer. So I'm done with these games, and your two-faced self. Goodbye for good, Harry." I said, and walked past him. I heard him kick a car, and I looked back to see him pounding his fists against a random car. He looked inside, and I guessing he saw the keys. He got in the car, and paparazzi showed up out of no where. Harry sped off but it wasn't long before he crashed into that huge tree. The paparazzi started running up to the wrecked car.

"Harry!" I screamed and sprinted to him. I'm guessing the paparazzi recognized me to, because I started shoving through the flashes to get to the car. I heard sirens and immediately saw the familiar black suburban ride up to the crowd that had gathered.

"Harry!" I screamed again and started crying.

(sorry this chapter was so short, I'm going to bed early because.... ew, school. the next time I'll update is probably tomorrow around 4pm, sorry! I have sports and things. thanks for reading! xx)