closer // harry styles

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

I woke up the next morning, and opened up twitter. Maybe that wasn't the best idea though...

Go kill yourself, slut.

I can't believe this. How long have you been dating exactly? Oh wait, shorter time then I've known who he was.

#hariana forever!! I love you!

How did you not know who 1D was before you moved?!

Guys stop this, Ariana is beautiful and nice, and she deserves Harry!!

no she doesn't!^^^

Okay, this has gone too far. I walked into the bathroom, sliding down against the wall, and sitting on the cold tile. I sat there, staring at the razor sitting in my shower. I was about to get up when I heard my name.

"Ariana!" Harry yelled. "Ariana!" This time, getting louder and closer. Five seconds later, the door to my bathroom burst open, a tired and breathless Harry panting there. "Stop." He said.

"I haven't done anything." I admitted, wiping some tears off of my cheeks.

"I saw the tweets." Harry said, sitting down next to me. "Don't let them get to you. I used to get those. But those compared to all of the nice ones, mean nothing." Harry said, wrapping his arms around me.

"I should've never said that at the interview."

"Well I'm glad you did." He smiled, kissing my temple.

I heard my phone ring, and I got up to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, you know who it is." Alex's voice said.

"Yeah what do you want?" I asked.

"I saw you looking at that car crash. I meant to tell you on the plane to New York, but I forgot." He said.

"Tell me what?" I asked.

"Well, Daniel was in the hospital for a while. He still is, after that accidental car crash."

"He's in the hospital?"

"I saw you're interview. I told you and Harry to stay away from each other. You wouldn't want what happened to Daniel to happen to Harry, would you?" Alex asked, and the line went dead. I dropped my phone on the floor.

"What? Who was that?" Harry asked, running over.

"N- No one." I lied.

"Ariana, who was that?!" Harry asked again.

"No one!" I yelled and he sighed.

"Get dressed, we're going out." Harry said, and left my room. Where are we going?

"Where?" I asked.

"Somewhere with all of the boys." He said.

I sighed and put on lavender jeans, with a lightweight white sweater. I slipped on my white flats with the golden Tory Burch circle at the toe, and put my gold monogrammed necklace around my neck. I grabbed the phone that was still on the floor, did my makeup and hair, and walked out to the car, stepping in the passenger seat next to Liam.

We pulled into a small bar 15 minutes later, and sat down in a booth. I was sitting next to Harry, but I was on the end, so no one was to my left. Everyone kept eyeing each other, but not saying anything.

"Okay does someone want to explain something?" I blurted out.

"What?" Niall asked.

"You guys are exchanging weird glances. What's going on?" I asked.

"Have you told her?" Zayn asked Harry who shook his head, and looked down.

"Then we will." Liam said.

"Tell me what?" I asked.

"Ariana..." Harry started.

"What? What is going on?" I asked as my glance shifted to the door.

"Ariana we're-"

"Harry, shut up." I said.

"What?" He asked.

"Um..." I looked down and out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry look at the bar entrance.

"What are they doing here?" Harry asked, clenching his jaw.

"I- I don't know." I said, looking over at Daniel and Alex. They caught my eye, and smirked.

"Is that..." Louis started.

"Yeah." Harry breathed, starting to get up.

"Stop." I said, pulling his arm back down.

"Why?"

"I don't want to see him right now." I said.

"Why?" Harry asked again.

"I- I thought he was in New York." I said.

"That's not the whole story." Zayn said, putting his elbows on the table.

"Yes it is." I lied.

"Ariana what's the other part to that?" Niall asked.

"Nothing." I said.

"Ariana!" Harry yelled, clenching his jaw again.

"Alex... Harry when we passed that car crash before I went to New York... It was Alex, he had crashed into Daniel on purpose. Daniel was in the hospital for a while and it's because when I was drunk that night... I told Alex what Daniel did to me, and he got mad. I- I don't want him to do the same to you." I said.

"What?" Liam asked.

"Since when do you guys look out for each other?" Louis smiled.

"Apparently I'm the only one who saw this." Niall said, putting his phone in the center of the table. It was a picture from one of the magazines of Harry and I from last night in the driveway. All the boys just devilishly smiled and looked at Harry.

"Anyway." Harry blushed.

"Yeah." Niall smiled.

"Don't worry about me. I can protect myself from him." Harry said, pulling me on his lap, and putting me on the other side of him, so he could slide out of the booth. He walked over to Alex and Daniel before I could protest. I tried to listen on there conversation, but only made out a few words.

"Shh!" I shushed the boys.

"Have... her?" Is all I heard Alex asked Harry.

"No, ... haven't told..." Is all I heard Harry respond.

"Good, keep it that way." Daniel said, a little louder and Harry walked back over.

"Haven't told me what?" I asked, standing up so he could sit back down in the booth.

"I lied. I have told you." He said.

"What?" I asked.

"About 'working' for Alex. But he doesn't want you to know." Harry said, and I looked over at Alex, who was already looking at me. I'll admit, he was attractive. He had dark brown hair that was cut short, leaving it nice and neat looking. He was wearing salmon colored polo shorts, and a vineyard vines belt. He had on a white polo from Ralph Lauren, and he was wearing ran Docksiders. I admired his style, and mine went really nicely with his. It was just so hard to believe that a good-looking man like that could ever have a dark soul like he did.

"Um..." I started, clearing my throat. "What exactly was it you needed to tell me?" I asked them.

"Look, Ariana. We are... the boys and Paul and I." Harry started.

"Go on." I nodded.

"Well, and everyone else involved with One Direction..." H trailed off.

"What is it?" I asked.

"We're going on a tour." Harry flushed, looking down and taking my hand.

"H- How long?" I asked, and he gulped.

"Um... 7 months."