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9. apology accepted?

(This is an update guys, don't worry, I just have to put the author's note first)

A/N: 

Hey guys, new chapter here, so some of you only read about six pages of the other chapter, just to make sure, 'cause some of you may get confused, the chapter is already 15 pages, and that explains why it seems like I'm not updating. 

Sorry about not informing. I accidentally pressed Save & Publish instead of Save only. 

Anyway, this chapter may look so cheesy to some, but yesh, as far as I know Harry is the cheesy jokester kind. Just putting that out there. Thanks for the reads.

Clarisse3directioner x

Without further ado, here is the chapter m'ladies and to the gents, in case some are reading!

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Ariella's P.O.V

I ran through seat by seat, I feel Harry trailing behind me, and pairs of eyes on us but I'm not giving any care. I am running away from him, from the problem. Despite the blurry vision brought from my teary eyes I'm still escaping. I don't even know where to go, and this is the only idea of mine to do.

"Please, can we talk, let me explain." he pleads almost out of breath from running. I replied nothing, I can't compose even a single word to say to him. I feel weaker again, the bruises from yesterday started to ache again. 

I saw a door to my other direction, I ran towards it but to my luck, it is locked. The real, open door is on the opposite side and the only way to get there is pass through Harry's. My eyes wandered everywhere hoping there'd still be another door, but no.

But if I am really desperate, here goes nothing. I began running towards the door and past Harry but he grabbed my arm, the one with  bruise making me flinch. "Ow!"

"Sorry, sorry." he apologized. I slowly looked at him in the face. His face... was just like mine when I woke up, puffy and all. Had he been crying? "Please, I need to explain" I shook my head, "I need to redeem myself."

"Please." he begs again.

"I-i don't know what to do, Harry. I-i think t-there is n-no need to c-converse about this anymore." I talked, faint and constantly sniffing from crying.

"Hey, there is" Harry spoke cupping my cheek with his hands, I never felt uneasy under a man's touch, usually it'd make me flinch, but this, was different. "this friendship deserves to be maintained, I don't want to lose it."

"Listen to me, okay?" I nod. He slowly removed his hand from my face and held my hand. I admit, his touch would bring shivers to my body or I'd feel like heating up. "Yesterday, when I, we got mobbed," he raised a sleeve and exposed a bruise, um, so many bruise. I'm starting to regret lashing out and ignoring, I mean, those bruises are no compare to mine, "James, the rudest of them all, bodyguards, tortured me out of the crowd. I struggled to get away from him because he is too strong for my body."

"I, uh, they brought me to the management, and uh, continued to punch my life out of me." he tells me. "I-i didn't kn-know." I stuttered. Was I really that stupid to spat things at him without even knowing what's really on the inside? "Ssssh, it's fine. But my mind would always race back to you, if you're fine, or is this all my fault. I lo-, I mean, your important to me."

I feel so awful, freaking awful. "I-i'm so sorry Harry, I-i didn't mean to, I-i just don't know what to do." I try to explain that I feel sorry and the anger inside me slowly fade away. "No, you don't have to say sorry, I do. So, I am really sorry for everything that pained you. I promise we can work everything out, our friendship. I apologize for not even trying hard to go back for you yesterday."