closer // harry styles

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

I stayed mad for the rest of the day, after that. Why would Harry do this? Why would he do this to me?

"What?" Alex asked, looking at my puffy face like he cared.

"Harry." I sighed.

"Wanna call him?" Alex asked.

"Why are you pretending like you care, Alex? Besides, I'm not allowed to call anyone." I said.

"You can make two calls." Alex said and I got up slowly. I took my phone, and walked to the hallway, exiting the suite.

"Hello?" The familiar voice of Louis asked.

"Hey, it's me." I said, sniffling.

"Ariana?!" Louis yelled, and I heard muffled footsteps and noises from the background, telling me that whoever was in the room is now listening.

"Yeah. Before you ask, I'm fine, really so please don't ask." I said.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Physically yes..." I paused. "Otherwise, no." I sighed, tearing up again.

"What is it, love?" Louis asked.

"I miss everyone. Alex is basically holding me captive while my friends are in another continent and my boyfriend is seeing another girl in another continent and I just hate everything." I sighed.

"Harry saw what was on the news. And he feels really bad but-" I cut Louis off.

"He feels bad?" I almost laughed. "What the hell! Tell him I never want to see him again. This 'Victoria' girl might've been in Harry's life first, but she was also the first to leave. Meanwhile, I never left, Lou. I've stayed right here this whole time, waiting for him basically. And then he leaves for a seven month tour. Honestly, I'm really happy for everyone, because this will do good things for all of your careers... But Harry's been away for like two days, and he was already caught with another girl? Holding hands? Getting in a cab together?" I asked.

"Victoria is a long story." Louis said.

"Obviously, because he never had time to tell me." I sniffled, wiping my nose with the back of my hand.

"Let him explain." Louis said.

"Explain what?" I asked. "I think the magazines and paparazzi have explained enough." I said. "Oh, give him this message, to. Tell him he's a dick. Tell him I never want to see him again. Tell him I should've never trusted him." I started, raising my voice. "Tell him that he should've never told me he cared about me!" I yelled, the tears now pouring down my cheeks. "Tell him that everyone called me 20 times and he called me half of that! Tell him I don't care anymore! Tell him he never should've told me he loved me!" I screamed. "And lastly, tell him he never should've slept with me if he didn't care about me because he knew how scared I was and how important that was to me." I finished, hearing a slap from the other end of the line.

"You fucking slept with her?!" Louis whisper-yelled, obviously failing at covering up what they were saying.

"You idiot, it was her first time and she said she was scared!" Liam yelled.

"And you probably ruined it for her." Zayn said.

"Look mate, we aren't trying to get mad at you." Niall started. "You just need to do something about this before any more rumors get spread." Niall said and I heard a door slam shut. The line wasn't dead yet, but there was no talking. I was about to hang up, but stopped when I heard his voice.

"Ariana?" Harry asked and I didn't answer, even though he knew I was there. "Ariana, please let me explain." He said.

"Explain what?" I said sternly.

"Everything." He sighed.

"Harry I trusted you. Just tell me one thing Harry." I said, and he didn't say anything. "Was that Victoria, and was that picture and caption and everything in the news accurate?" I asked, wiping away some tears.

"Yes." He silently muttered.

"Okay." I said, sniffling again. "That's all I needed to hear."

"No, Ariana I need to explain!" Harry said.

"The paparazzi has already done all of the explaining." I said.

"Please." He said.

"No. There's nothing to explain." I said and he hesitated before answering.

"Fine, you're right. There's nothing to explain. I'm sorry Ariana. But if you can't believe me or accept whatever I have to say, maybe we weren't made for each other." He said, making my heart drop.

"Maybe." I said, starting to cry again. "But what I don't understand is that you were the one who told me from the beginning that you just needed to get to know me. To get closer to me." I remembered.

"I think we've gotten close enough." He said, and the line went dead.

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