closer // harry styles

Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Harry kind of dodged what I had just said, and wiped his nose and eyes. He picked himself up off the floor, and then helped me to stand along with him.

"A- Ariana..." He stuttered. I didn't know what to say either. I mean I had just hit him with some pretty heavy words, if he had done it to me, I would just stay quiet.

He opened his arms, as I stepped into them, and he hugged me tightly as I let some more tears go. He pulled away too soon, but then I realized why.

"Are you okay?" He asked, picking up my wrists and examining the bandages.

"I'll be fine." I took my wrist out of his large hand, and looked at it. Why was I doing this to myself?

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"I'm fine." I repeated, more harshly this time.

"Okay, then I'm gonna go see my mum and Gemma." He said, looking into my eyes.

"Can I come?" I asked as his hand touched the doorknob.

"Um..." he bit his lip. "I- I-"

"Never mind." I shook my head. "It was a dumb question."

"No, no, it's not that... it's just..." He stuttered again.

"No, it's fine, go." I looked away again, and he sighed before running a hand through his hair. He quickly walked out of the room, and I heard a car speed off minutes later.

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I grabbed an apple and paced into the living room, where I turned the tv on.

"Ariana!" I heard from downstairs.

"Come downstairs!" Louis yelled. I rolled my eyes and got off the couch.

"Yeah?" I asked as I reached the bottom of the steps.

"Play something." Niall said, and handed me the guitar.

"No thanks." I shook my head. I didn't need to bring back any other old memories of my dad, or playing in front of Harry.

"Why not?" Liam pouted.

"How do you know I even play?" I asked, even though I'm pretty sure they had seen me before.

"We've seen you before." Zayn confirmed what I had previously thought.

"And Harry told us about your tattoo." Niall added. Oh god, of course he did.

"It's alright love, we all have 'em." Louis laughed, probably because of the bright red expression on my face.

"No we don't." Niall chimed in, and I smiled, before biting my lip and taking the guitar.

We laughed and played random songs for a long time, maybe two hours. Everyone, including myself, sang loudly and it was fun; really fun. It was the first taste of fun I felt like I had gotten in a while, and I loved it. It wasn't some sort of crazy, rebellious fun... it was just fun. A fun I hadn't had in a while.

We were all interrupted by the front door being slammed shut, and I jumped a little bit. I immediately put the guitar down, and took the steps by two. Harry stumbled in to the living room, and my heart instantly dropped.

He'd been drinking.

He's lied to me.

"How's your family?" I asked, and he jumped, just as I had.

"Fuck, you scared me." He caught his breath.

"Answer the question." I clenched my jaw.

"What was the question again?" He rubbed his forehead.