Hariana Imagines

Best Mistake (Pt. 2)

*Afternoon*

  After Maria and Harry were done with it, they played off as if nothing ever happened around Ariana. They've set up a thing where they do it with no feelings for each other, friends with benefits. Behind Ariana's back.

   Harry was reading the papers with the plans for the year of One Direction, trying to get it done with so he could relax more. He sat at the kitchen table, across from Ariana, who was cutting the crust off the apples for Tyler. Maria was sat at the little kid table with Tyler, teaching him the sounds animals make. She still hasn't gotten over the fact her own husband and close friend would go behind her back and portray her like this.

  None have said a word to each other, mainly because they didn't have anything to talk about. Ariana's thoughts were all clogged up with why Harry would do such a thing, and why he had to do it with Maria. She regretted ever letting Maria in and letting her stay here. Because now, her life is becomig torn apart. Her thoughts were mainly about how she wasn't good enough for Harry, or how he didn't love her anymore. All of the love is probably gone, and she's just another girl in his game.

  She let her mind blame the fault on her, on how she just wasn't the one for him. How one girl wasn't enough for Harry. She didn't notice that a tear streamed down her face, until it dripped down onto her hand. Her hand was wobbling, and she looked at the knife that she was using to peal the apple. She let herself think of how ugly she probably is, making Harry not love her. Just not good enough. She was angry with herself, for letting herself fall into this trap of being the victim of being cheated on.

   She furrowed her eyebrows in concentration, as she pressed her finger on the apple. She pushed the knife towards it, peeling the crust along wih it. She didn't want to move her finger when the sharp metal knife touched it. She let the knife cut her finger, as another tear escaped her eye by looking at what she's done to herself. The blood was oozing out quickly, staining the apple.

   She let a quiet sob escape her lips, as she looked at Harry. Harry looked up from the papers, to Ariana's injured finger. His lips parted, about to say something, but he kept quiet. He didn't even say anything, or ask if she was okay. The only thing she heard was Maria laughing with Tyler, as she said something to her about Tyler pronouncing "chicken" wrong.

   She also thought of how a better mother Maria could have been, for Harry and her to have a perfect family, instead of with her. She slammed the apple and knife back down onto the plate, roughly wiping her cheek with the back of her hand. She gave Harry and Maria a dirty glare, before hurrying out of the kitchen to the bathroom.

  Harry didn't even go after her, even though her tears were noticeable enough for him to see. Normally, Harry would run to her, and get a wet towel or somethig to aid her finger and hold her in his arms, but he didn't. Not anymore.

*1 Hour Later*

   Ariana was in the bathroom, replacing an old light bulb with a new one. She stood on a chair, careful to not fall or anything. It was still painful for her to move her finger, but she could bare with it.

   Harry spotted her, and stood in the doorway, asking if she was going to leave work early tomorrow. Ariana mentally scoffed, but still managed to keep her anger inside and hidden.

  She just shrugged, while looking down at him. "Okay then." he started to walk off to wherever he needed to. Thanks for the help. She thought to herself.

*Next day*

Ariana was on her laptop, looking at a video in her room.

  "Hey what'cha watching." Harry strolled in, resting his elbow on the chair Ariana was sitting on, and placing his hand on the desk.

  "You'll see." she simply said, not tearing her eyes away from the screen. Maria followed after Harry, standing next to Ariana from the other side of her.

  The screen showed a video of the vacant bathroom, the camera in an angle where you could see the whole middle of the bathroom. After a few seconds, two people came into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. The two people had their hands entwined, as the female pulled the male more into the middle of the bathroom. Not just any people, but Harry and Maria.

  Maria widened her eyes, as Harry did the same. Maria was completely naked from the upper half, as Harry was against the corner of the wall, his shirt off and caressing Maria's bare back.

  The two stepped back, shocked that Ariana had a video of last night. Ariana's fist clenched, as tears were streaming down her face uncontrollably. She had attached a camera on the celiing in the bathroom yesterday, when she came up with the idea after changing the light bulb.

  Ariana's squeezed her teary eyes shut, as the two in the video were taking off all of their clothes, while furiously making out. She shut the laptop closed, as she got up from her chair and turned around to face them.

  "Ariana, it meant nothing to us. We just slept together, that's all.." Harry said, but Maria thought otherwise. Ariana cruely laughed at the both of them, not believing a single word he said.

  Maria grew afraid, and clunged to Harry, holding onto his arm by his side. Ariana reacted quickly and angrily, as she slapped Harry with her palm, and Maria with the back of the same hand in one movement.

  Harry touched his cheek,"Okay, I deserved that.."

  "You should of just told me earlier, that I wasn't good enough for you." she sobbed, as she pushed past them, and ran outside of the room.

   Both of them stood guilty in the room, as they heard the loud cries of Ariana coming from the bathroom.

》Still a part 3 left, js. 《