closer // harry styles

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

"What?!" I screamed, looking into Harry's emerald eyes, only inches away from mine. I looked around, and I was in my room. Wasn't I in the car just a few seconds ago though?
"You were staring off into space. You have been for the past ten minutes, ever since you walked into the house." He said, and I sat down on my bed. "You okay?" He asked, sitting down next to me.
"No." I cried, leaning on his shoulder. I realized what I was doing, and sat back up immediately. "No." I repeated, wiping the tears away.
"It's okay." He said, pulling my head back onto his shoulder, and I cried again. He kissed the top of my head, sending chills down my spine.
"Stop." I said, sitting back up.
"Look, Ariana, I still like you. Okay, I really do." He said, putting his hand on my knee. "I was glad you said we were dating. I knew what we were gonna have to act like in public, and I was looking forward to it. Really I was but why-" I cut him off.
"Stop!" I yelled. "Harry you lied to me. You promised me you wouldn't play any more tricks. You promised me no more games, no more lies. Yet this whole time, I've been living in a lie! Harry, you have been working for Alex." I said.
"Hey, it's not like you kept your promise." He said, looking into my eyes. I just stared in his eyes for what seemed like a decade, but then looked away.
"I only broke mine because you broke yours. And I'll probably break it again because of all of this hate." I said.
"Don't say that. I'll tell them to stop. I care about you, I do." He said.
"Harry just the other week you said you didn't care." I remembered.
"Ariana, please give me another chance. Please." He said, tears starting to form in his eyes.
"Harry I- I want to, I do. But I can't trust you. What if this is all an act? A way for you to get closer to me for Alex?" I asked.
"It's not. But I have to stay with Alex, or else he'll hurt you, and probably me. But I didn't want you getting hurt, so I never left him." He said, sniffling.
"I want to trust you again but... can- can we just start out slow?" I asked.
"How slow?"
"Like... public slow." I said.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Pretty much just... pretend we're in a relationship." I said, kicking off my pumps, since my feet were so sore and tired. "For the press, and the magazines. Just like what I said to Gabrielle." I said, looking down, fearing his answer.
"That's slow enough for me." He laughed, after what had felt like a month of waiting for an answer. He grabbed my hand, pulling me off my bed.
"Where are we going?" I giggled.
"Shh! The boys can't know we're 'dating'." Harry smiled, pulling me out to the driveway.
"What are we doing?" I whispered.
"Hello? Anyone there?!" Harry called.
"Harry what are you-" I stopped talking when I saw the flashing lights.
"The paps always find a way into the property." He said, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.
"So why are we out here?" I asked.
"Because our relationship is restricted to public." He whispered, leaning down and attaching my lips to his. It felt so good, so normal to be back in Harry's arms, to feel the way he kissed me again. His hands fell down to the small of my back, and I could hear the paparazzi's camera flashes and voices yelling our names. I ran my fingers through his hair, as he slipped his tongue between my lips, deepening the kiss. He pulled me up to him, carrying me back inside as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I couldn't even explain how I felt right now. I ignored the paparazzi's yelling voices again as Harry shut the front door behind us, quietly, putting me down.
"Why did you stop?" I smiled, intertwining my hand with his.
"Because the boys are gonna hear us." He laughed, showing of his adorable dimples.
"I'm really tired." I yawned.
"Me to." He said, taking me to my room.
"That was fun." I laughed.
"We should do it again sometime." He said, kissing my cheek, and walking to his room.

(hariana <3)