hariana drabbles

043

– Her [6/?]

Harry and Ariana remain friends after their breakup. Harry's been in relationships after Ariana while she hasn't, or so he thought.

The one where Harry is a little shocked to hear that Ariana's been in a secret relationship for a while now and is eager to know who the new guy is.

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"It just slipped." Harry sighs to Lou, sliding down the leather chair he was sat in his dressing room. His vision of Ariana– her soft features, chipping away at his fragile heart with her glass eyes and melancholy lips that pushed poison through his veins– all muted by his volatile neglect of the truth that he's always known. "She won't call me back anymore."

"You yell at a girl, and that tends to happen." Lou says.

She's cleaning her station, arranging the products and other equipment that were a mess before the show while she talks to Harry, who's made every meeting between the two a therapy session. She bites her tongue when she sees how broken he is, knowing her opinion won't really do anything for him, and the last thing he needs is a lecture from her.

She initially thought he'd rise from this bottomless pit of depression eventually, but come the third show of the tour he still seemed to be lost and as his friend it was hard to see him so lifeless.

Harry flinches when he thinks of that moment when he snapped. Enough people heard him for it to become a twitter trend, but not enough people knew why. If only they knew, they'd know, he wasn't being hateful. Sure, he was angry, but he was the sort of mad that thought he had a chance with Ariana.

Now she knows he still loves her. Ariana, who half the world is after, makes him into just another number in the world that loves her.

"You know the worst part of it?" Harry glances at Lou as he shakes his head, "I actually like her boyfriend."

Lou is surprised by Harry's confession. "You know him?" She asks Harry who nods, "Yeah. Met him at the iheartradio gig a while back." He says, "Michael."

"Mitch's friend?" Lou asks. Harry nods again. Lou turns away from Harry and sighs, "Now you're probably going to bother Mitch for not telling you."

"No," Harry sighs, "I'm too tired. Tired of thinking about her, hearing about her. Thank God for this tour or else I wouldn't be doing anything but that."

Lou stifles down her snort of laughter, and nods, "Sure Harry." But Harry notices anyway and decides not to comment, instead throwing a jaded look her way.

A knock on the door ends their conversation before two of his bandmates come in. Harry stands up and greets Mitch and Sarah who've come in with bottles of water; an extra one for Harry of course, who downs half the bottle while the two talk about how well the show tonight went.

"I'm gonna go find Clare." Sarah says to Mitch who nods as he reluctantly releases her hand. Harry watches the small moment between the two, feeling like an intruder in a home.

Mitch's phone sounds off in multiple buzzes. Silently, Mitch glances at his phone, seemingly typing out a message to whoever had texted him. Mitch laughs suddenly, startling Harry in a good way, as he rarely sees large surges of emotion in Mitch.

"That Sarah?" Harry teases his friend as he takes a sip of his water.

Mitch shakes his head, "Michael," he corrects him, chuckling without sparing Harry a glance from his phone until Harry chokes on his water. Mitch stares at Harry, "You alright mate?", he asks him with mild concern.

Harry nods, waving his hand dismissively at Mitch while he turns around to cough. His throat feels raw as his chest caves in with each choked-cough. He drinks from his water to try and soothe the damage.