Restricted (Harry Styles)

Chapter 19

"And this was you when you were little." Harry concluded in a low murmur, in an admirable fashion. I leaned closer to him in order to get a better view of the picture that apparently had been taken a decade before, maybe a few years more than a decade, surprised Harry even kept this picture of me.

There was something in the picture that caught my attention, though. Harry and I were the only people visible in the picture, my "mother" was crossed out by some type of ink or paint. I knew it was them because the background was Disneyland and they had taken me there back then.

"Oh." I muttered under my breath, my tongue darting out to wetten my dry lips. Harry sighed, attempting to be subtle as he slung his arm around my shoulder. "You were so compliant back then."

I pretended to be invested in the picture, instead of paying attention to his words. I grasped the picture from his hands and flipped it over, looking at the date.

There wasn't anything in the back. "When was this?"

Harry breathed softly through his mouth, before taking the picture back from me and getting off the couch. "Let's get to bed, Ariana."

"Can I sleep in my own room?" I asked, although there wasn't any hope in sleeping in a room by myself. When Harry was busy doing something, I wandered through the house, looking at the windows. They surprisingly weren't locked or latched or anything, and when I looked at the landing, it was just sand.

It almost seemed too easy.

But I formulated a plan and I was 23% sure it would work.

Harry was probably going to say no, but it was worth a try.

He seemed hesitant before he finally replied. "Okay, sweetheart, just because I love you."

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It was 11:43pm and I was going to do this without fucking up. Harry told me to lay back the attitude toward him and I did, and I was surprised Harry didn't become apprehensive towards me.

"Ariana?" Harry groaned with tiredness in his voice. I gasped and turned around before spotting him shirtless in the kitchen. I was so glad Ieft my bag on the couch and escaped in my pajamas. "What are you doing?"

"I just needed water." I replied, before hopping onto the counter. I at least attempted to, but I was too short. I huffed and jumped harder, three years of gymnastics better had paid off.

Harry chuckled and came over to me. "Let me."

"Okay." I said.

Harry reached up for the cup and I quickly grasped the frying pan closest to me. He was about to turn around but I acted quickly.

"Surprise, motherfucker," I whispered breathlessly, before swinging the pan so hard the impact made Harry fall to the floor. "Bet you thought you've seen the last of me."

By the last of me, I meant the Ariana that beat the shit out of Adam. I meant the person that fought and rebelled against Harry.

Harry hissed and I think he fainted, for he stayed passed out on the floor, his body splayed out, too abnormally big to fit on the floor. I don't think that made any sense.

I didn't wait like the horror movies I've seen, like Supernatural, before hitting Harry once more to make sure he wasn't pretending to faint. He groaned and that confirmed my thoughts.

"You fucking bastard." I uttered, before going to get my bag. I turned the knob of the door and the alarm blared. I was quick to run out the door, and into the open.

I was free.

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this really sucked sorry but this is for everyone who wanted 'feisty ariana' liKE WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT MEANS

and sorry i didn't update earlier i killed two seasons of supernatural

and my friend and i are convinced our janitor is possessed by demons and stuff

okay

and yes ariana is portrayed by ariana grande and if ur gonna stop reading bc of that then leave idc tbh

oh and please don't compare my story to after, psychotic, or anything like that e.g. after is better than restricted, restricted is better than after etc.

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