closer // harry styles

Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Great. Just great.

I really should've thought this through. Just as I was walking away from him, I realized I had no way of getting home.

As if on cue, Zayn's car pulled up. I was afraid to turn around; to see the look on Harry's face, or to see if he was even still standing there.

Niall, Zayn, and Louis filed out of the car, and immediately ran up to me.

"What happened? Where's Liam?" Niall demanded.

"Ariana, are you okay?" Zayn asked, and hugged me as I wiped some more tears away.

I slowly shook my head against his chest, and Louis looked over my shoulder.

"Harry?" Louis asked. So he was still standing there.

"Is he crying?" Niall asked.

"Did something happen between you two?" Zayn asked, and pulled away from me.

"I don't want to talk about it." I sniffled, and wiped my eyes again. This time, with my left hand.

"Where are your rings?" Niall stared wide-eyed at my hand.

"Can I borrow your car?" I asked Zayn, trying to dodge Niall's question. They all shared the same strange expression, but Zayn handed me his keys anyway.

"Is Liam alright?" Louis asked, worry starting to fill his features.

"I- I don't know. We can't see him."

"What happened?" Niall asked, and Harry walked up next to us, running his fingers through his hair.

"Ask him." I gestured to Harry, and started walking to Zayn's car.

When I returned to our home, well now his home since he purchased it, I immediately raced up the stairs, trying to avoid Gemma and Anne. I stuffed half of my clothes and other things I might need in a bag, and walked towards the door. I grabbed my phone, and got in Zayn's car again.

When I arrived at the place where I used to stay, I got out of Zayn's car, and walked up the steps. I was about halfway there, when flashing lights surrounded me. These people are everywhere, oh my god.

"Ariana! Ariana!" They yelled.

"Why are you here?"

"Have you been crying?"

"Why do you have a packed bag?"

I ignored them, and pushed my way through the crowd.

"Where are your rings?!" One asked. After that, I started running because they all started bombarding me with the same questions about marriage and Harry. It made me sick.

I pushed the door open, and locked it behind me. I felt so guilty about Liam. He was one of my closest friends, and along with the other boys, he's always been there for me. I did feel a little selfish coming here, when I should be there... but we can't see him anyway, so what's the difference?

I turned the tv on, and started watching an old episode of Friends. My phone rang, but I held down the power button and ignored it before checking to see who it was.

About half way through the show, the door handle jiggled, followed by banging and knocking on the door.

"Boys open up!" Uncle Paul's voice rang through my ears. I rubbed my eyes, and got up, crossing over to the door.

"Ariana?" Uncle Paul asked, looking at me when I opened the door.

"The boys aren't here." I stated the obvious, and didn't bother explaining why I was here.