closer // harry styles

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

I got a text, letting me know Alli, Hailey, and Lucy were there. Then they called.

"Hey." I whispered so no one would hear me. I was wearing a short black one shoulder dress, with tall black pumps. I had a smokey eye makeup look, and my hair was loosely curled from before.

"Hey, can I come in and see Niall?" Lucy asked.

"No, I told you, I'm coming out there. No one knows I'm even leaving, I think they might have heart attacks if they saw me leave." I laughed.

"Okay, hurry up." Lucy said and we hung up.

I peeked my head out of my room quietly, seeing no one in the hallway. I silently clicked down the stairs to the front door. I was almost there, when someone grabbed my shoulder.

"Shit!" I yelled, turning around.

"Where are you going?" Harry said, looking my outfit up and down.

"None of your business." I said, opening the door.

"I live with you, where are you going?" He asked.

"Dressed like this? Where do you think?" I asked, and left. Shit, what did I just do, he was probably gonna follow me or something. What if-

"Hurry up!" Alli yelled from the passenger seat. I got in the back next to Hailey, and Lucy started driving.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"The only club around for miles." Hailey laughed. Great, now Harry knew exactly where to find me.

A few minutes later, we pulled up to the same club Harry took me to. We walked up to the bar, not bothering to sit down. We ordered drinks, and I downed two.

"Woah." Hailey laughed.

"I need to forget about everything that's going on." I said, downing my third. I dragged the girls to the dance floor, and we were dancing like crazy. In the process I had two more drinks, and then someone tapped my shoulder and I turned around.

"Hey." A deep voice said.

"I think I know you." I said.

"You do." He said, starting to dance with me.

"Who are you?" I giggled as I danced with him and took another drink.

"Your boyfriend." He laughed.

"I don't even know who my boyfriend is anymore." I laughed.

"What?" He asked, and stopped dancing.

"Yeah, between Harry and Alex and Daniel I just don't know." I said.

"Well, this is Alex. You're real boyfriend." He said.

"Oh." I said, and stopped dancing.

"Yeah, oh." He said, and stormed out of the club.

"Who was that?" Alli asked.

"Alex. At least he didn't hurt me!" I yelled and started to dance again. We danced for a long time, and grabbed a few more drinks. It had been like two hours when I saw flashing lights.

"Why is the paparazzi here?" I heard the guy next to me ask his friend. Shit.

"Mystery Girl!" They yelled, coming towards me.

"Ariana Mortin!" They screamed, snapping pictures.

"Fine. You guys want a show? I'll give you guys a show." I smirked. I pushed through, and stepped in the middle of the dance floor. I danced terribly and crazily, but had the most fun I had had in a while. Alli, Hailey, and Lucy followed me and soon everyone in the club was dancing around me. The paparazzi pictures suddenly increased by ten, giving me a little of a headache. How come another whole crew basically of paparazzi just showed up.

"Ariana!" I heard. "Ariana!" I slowly whirled around, seeing Harry.

"Stay away from me!" I yelled, and the paparazzi kept snapping pictures.

"Ariana, get over here!" Harry yelled.

"Get away! Why did you follow me?!" I asked.

"Because it's not safe here!" He yelled.

"Why not? I'm finally having fun, Harry!" I yelled.

"Yeah, okay. C'mon, get in my car, we're going home." He said, grabbing my wrist.

"Ow!" I shrieked and the paparazzi lights intensified. I shielded my eyes. "Harry the last time I got in a car with you, you took me here!" I almost laughed.

"Ariana!" He yelled. "I'm gonna call Uncle Paul!" He threatened.

"Go ahead, I know you wouldn't. You don't care about me!" I screamed, the paparazzi lights still flashing in our faces.

"Ariana, stop talking!" He yelled, a vein in his neck sticking out.

"You don't care about me! That's what you told me, right? Yeah! Then you hurt me and called me a bitch!" I said, walking away, causing Harry to stay where he was, surrounded by flashing lights.

"Harry, put me down!" I yelled, slapping his arm as he came over and picked me up. He carried me through the crowd and put me in the passenger seat of his car.

"Stop, let me out." I said, trying to open the locked door.

"No, we're going home." He said, sternly.

"You're obviously mad at me! Why are you doing this? I was having fun, Harry!" I screamed.

"That was not fun. That was embarrassing me, Ariana!" He yelled.

"How?" I asked.

"Well, I don't blame you, you're really drunk." He laughed.

"What do you mean you don't blame me?" I asked.

"You don't know the paps like I do, okay? They're gonna take the pictures of us fighting, you drunk, us yelling and put them everywhere. Then they'll put up the pictures with the caption of your words: "You hurt me and called me a bitch." They'll use it against us." He said.

"Funny how even when I'm supposedly drunk I still at least tell the truth." I said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked.

"Want me to repeat it, Harry? You called me a bitch and then hurt me. I'm glad they'll use that, okay? The world deserves to know how fucking rude you are." I sighed.

"And do you know how much hate you'll get for that?" He asked, and I ignored him.

"Strange to think that just a few weeks ago, we were kissing in your hospital bed." I quietly said, causing him to look out the window.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"You should be." I said.

"Wow, I was expecting a 'yeah, I'm sorry to.'" He said.

"I have nothing to be sorry for!" I screamed.

"You're right, I'm sorry." He said as we passed an accident on the road with cop cars around it.

"Shit..." He said.

"Wait!" I screamed, causing him to halt the car.

"What the fuck?!" He yelled.

"That's Alex's car!" I said, pointing to the crash. I looked over at the other car, and sure enough, it was who I thought would be getting in an 'accident' with Alex.

Daniel. The other car was Daniel. And what a coincidence that I told Alex at the bar about him. But wait... that meant... Harry. I also told Alex about Harry. Would he be next? All of these thoughts ran through my head as Harry and I looked into each other's eyes.

(zayumm. maybe clubbing isn't the best idea for someone who is about to turn 19... xx)