closer // harry styles

Chapter 35

Chapter 35

That night, Lucy dropped me off at the hotel before Alex and Daniel got back. They would probably find out anyway though. I took my dress off and lazily put on sweatpants and a t-shirt. I got in bed, crying. My phone rang and I silently answered it, slowly.

"Hello?" I sniffled, not bothering to look at the caller ID.

"Ariana, oh my god you scared the living shit out of me we have been worried sick." Liam said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Lucy called Niall and he told us everything. Then there are also already pages online about it to." Liam said.

"How much did Lucy tell you?"

"Up until the accident at the jail. What happened? Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes..." I said. "No, I'm actually not." I said, starting to cry again.

"Aww, why not baby?" Liam asked.

"Something happened to me and I didn't even know. Something terrible and now I'm terrified and so upset even though I didn't even know what was happening." I said.

"We heard there was a pool of blood from you? You were just sitting in it in the jail?" Liam asked.

"Yeah. What does the internet say?" I asked.

"It just has a bunch of horrific pictures. You don't look horrific, but the pictures did. You were going into a bar, and then being handcuffed." Liam said.

"Yeah." I said.

"Wait so what ever happened?" Louis asked.

"Have I been on speaker this whole time, Liam?" I asked.

"Yup." Zayn said.

"Who's there?" I asked.

"Um..." Niall's voice started and I could feel everyone exchange glances.

"Just the four of-" Louis started but someone else interrupted.

"It's all of us." Harry's voice said, making me cry harder.

"What's wrong, love?" Liam asked, worry in his voice.

"Tell us what happened." Zayn said.

"No, I can't. Not with everyone in the room." I said, and I could basically see everyone's gaze shift to look at Harry.

"Who do you need to leave?" Niall asked.

"Me. I'm gonna go to bed, it's really late here." I sighed. "I've had the worst day and I only got home from the hospital like 10 minutes ago-"

"Hospital?!" Harry's voice panicked.

"Oh please, don't act like you care. Like you said, we've gotten close enough. Goodnight, guys." I said, and hung up.

I tried falling asleep, but two seconds later the door burst open.

"Where the fuck where you?!" Alex yelled, his familiar loud voice bringing back my headache. "Answer me!" He demanded, snapping on the lights, causing my headache to increase.

"I went out." I said.

"Yeah, I can fucking see that, Ariana. You went to a bar?! Underage?! Then of course you end up in jail and then of course you end up in the hospital!" Alex yelled.

"Stop!" I screamed, and he looked startled. "I have had the worst fucking day of my life, Alex." I started, sitting up in the bed. "Yes, I went out. Yes I had too much to drink. Yes I got arrested. I found myself sitting in my own blood, and then woke up in the hospital, finding out I had a miscarriage. Okay I don't even know where to-" He interrupted me.

"A miscarriage?" He almost laughed. "You never fucking even told me you were pregnant!"

"I never fucking knew!" I yelled, and again he looked taken aback.

"Was it Harry's?" He asked, clenching his jaw.

"What the hell do you think, Alex?" I asked, watching his nostrils flare and his knuckles go white as he was clenching his fists.

"Son of a bitch." Alex muttered.

"What?"

"He's a son of a bitch, that Harry." Alex repeated, this time louder.

"Excuse me?" I asked, raising my voice again. "Don't ever call him that again, okay?! Harry is so much better then you'll ever be, and that's saying something because Harry's been nothing but a dick recently. But if anyone's the son of a bitch here, it's you." I said, squinting my eyes.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Alex you fucking kidnapped me! You keep me locked up in here like Rapunzel or something, and I wanna kill myself because it would be better then this. I can't believe I actually used to like you." I said, and he stopped talking, clenching. His jaw again, and breathing heavily. He got into bed, and turned the lights off. I was about to fall asleep again, when he said something.

"Check Us Weekly." Alex said. I mentally groaned, because I was too tired, but reached over to the table and grabbed my phone anyway.

A Troubled and Worried Harry Goes Looking

I kept reading, scrolling through and just looking at the pictures. They were of Harry, and he was walking down a quiet road, his face with a worried look spread across it. It was also confused, but it was also his thinking face.

I kept scrolling through the story, and onto the next. That one in particular caught my attention.

Ariana Seen Leaving Hotel with 'Mystery Guy'

Wow, seriously? I looked at the picture, and it was of Alex and I walking out to his car when he told me to go pack some things. Mystery Guy? Just wow. That's all I have to say, wow.

Again, just as I was about to put my phone away, it buzzed. I looked at the text message, and internally screamed.

We need to talk. -H