closer // harry styles

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. I was in a big room I didn't recognize, hearing soft snoring coming from beside me. I rolled over, my face just centimeters away from Harry's.

"Ahh!" I screamed, making Harry jolt awake.

"What the hell?!" He asked, sitting up.

"Where am I and why was I sleeping with you?" I asked, making him chuckle. "Why was I sleeping next to you?" I clarified.

"You were really drunk last night so I just brought you in here." He said, rolling over. "You fell asleep in my car, and you're bedroom door was locked so..."

"Harry my door doesn't lock." I said.

"Well it did for me." He laughed.

"Maybe I doesn't like you." I smirked and got up.

"Wait don't leave!" He said, sitting up. "I mean... where are you going?" He asked.

"To get some Advil." I smiled, walking into his bathroom.

"Wait don't-" He started getting up, but it was too late.

"What is this?" I asked, pointing to a large poster on his mirror. It had a setup, written in Alex's handwriting. It was like a game plan, involving me.

"I was just... keeping it safe." He said.

"From who?! What is this?" I asked louder.

"It's a plan." Harry said simply, reaching for my shoulder.

"Don't touch me." I said, stepping back. "That's why you were with Alex that day! You go to his meetings?" I almost laughed. "How could you?!" I yelled, tears spilling over my eyes.

"Ariana, listen to me!" He yelled. "I'm protecting these things from you." He said.

"How? By helping him come up with a plan to kidnap me? Murder me?" I asked.

"No, I'm keeping you safe, Ariana! I have been seeing Alex for this stuff. But that's only to warn you about what they're about to do." He explained.

"Well I haven't gotten any warnings! Were you aware there has been a video camera in my room?" I asked and he slowly nodded. "You didn't warn me about that!" I screamed.

"I'm sorry! Please just let me-"

"I think you've explained enough." I cried, and walked out of his room. I walked I to my room and shut my door, locking myself in my bathroom I grabbed a razor from my shower, and-

"Ariana!" A voice rang through my ears.

"Go away! I never wanna talk to you again Harry!" I yelled.

"It's not Harry. Get out here right now!" Uncle Paul's voice yelled, banging on the bathroom door. I slowly opened the door, my make up from last night probably all over my face.

"What is-" He stopped when he saw the razor in my hand. I didn't even cut myself yet. "Put that down." He said, sternly. I reluctantly gave it to him, wiping the tears away.

"Explain." He said, holding up his phone. I gave him a weird look. I hesitantly took it from him, sniffling. I read through the article he had been reading quickly. Then I looked at the pictures. There was one of my dancing on a guy I didn't recognize, a huge smile plastered on my face. Then another, one of my and Alex talking, again, me smiling, but Alex looking furious. Then the last one, one of Harry and me screaming at each other. That was the only one I faintly recognized.

"Uncle Paul I'm sorry okay, I am. But I had been cooped up in my room for too long. So I snuck out. I know I shouldn't have done it but you can't blame me. I was done with Harry, and done with Alex and done with everyone." I said.

"Alex?" He asked.

"Doesn't matter. What I'm trying to say is that Harry should be the one your yelling at." I said.

"No he shouldn't. As my niece, I have to take care of you, Ariana. If anything, Harry did the right thing by saving your ass." He said and I sighed.

"There's a lot to Harry you don't know." I said, and walked past him, out of my room. I wasn't in the dress from last night, so... Harry got me changed. What the fuck he really- oh wait. He's probably already seen me naked because of that video camera in my room. On second thought, I wasn't leaving this house just yet.

I stormed into Harry's room, flinging the door open to see Harry getting changed, in just his boxers.

"Woah, can't you-"

"Harold Styles!" I screamed, using the knowledge Hailey had given me.

"How do you know my-"

"Did you get me changed last night?" I asked.

"What? No I gave you clothes, and you changed yourself." He said.

"You expect me to believe that? You said I fell asleep in your car. I just 'magically' woke up to get changed?!" I asked.

"Ariana, you woke up while I was carrying you inside, okay! I gave you clothes but you were way too drunk to remember." He said.

"And what about the tape? That video camera you knew about all along? Did you see me naked there to?" I asked.

"I didn't watch it, I just got the tape before Zayn took it down and have it to Daniel. I don't know what he-"

"You what? You took the goddamn tape? And then gave it to Daniel?" I asked.

"Look I heard what he did to you in his car. And I'm sorry but-"

"Again, you should be sorry." I wiped a final tear away, and walked right outside, deciding to take Harry's car. He deserved it. I drove quickly to the airport, not worrying about the speed limit or anything. I got their and paid for a plane ticket right then and there. I just asked her, and she let me but one at the airport. Was that a thing in America? I didn't even know you could do that.

I jumped on my plane, heading for Nee York. Yes, Paul would kill me. Yes, Alex would kill me. Yes, all of One Direction would kill me. But at this point, I didn't really care.

I sat down in my seat, sighing. The plane took off five minutes later, and I looked over.

"Hey there, love." He said.

"Alex?!"

(again, sorry this chapter isn't too long. i have crew, and a lot of school work and project lately. I'm writing more tonight though! xx)