nerd.

vingt-cinq

Dedicated to @seanzig8266, thanks for voting and making me laugh with your hilarious comment!

.

.

.

Arielle Evans 

"Who are you?" Harry asks. The man at the door keeps his eyes on me, a devilish smirk painted on his face.

"H..How did you know I was here?" I sputter, coming closer to the door and standing behind Harry.

"Find my iPhone isn't all that hard to use, Arielle." he says. "May I come in?"

Harry ignores his question. "Arielle, who is he?"

"He's Mason's father. Whatever you do, do not let him in." I tell him. Seth's expression shifts from amused to annoyed, and rather than coming inside, he grabs my hand and pulls me closer to the door.

"Don't touch her!" Harry screams, pulling me back towards him. "I don't give a fuck who you are, but if you don't get off my property within the next ten seconds, I am calling the cops. Is that understood?" Harry hisses. Seth lifts his eyebrows with amusement, but instead of arguing, he raises his arms in surrender and walks away, down the street until we can't see him anymore. Harry slams the door, and I jump from the sudden noise. "Ari, who the hell was that?" he spits. I look back to Marcel for help, but he looks as petrified as me, his shoulders shaking with fright.

"That would be..Seth." I manage in between gasping breaths. "He's Mason's father."

"Yeah, I got that part. Why did he come find you?" Harry asks.

"I..I don't know," I start to cry, even though I will myself not to. "He..he was rude to me last night, but I don't know why he came here."

"We need to call the police." Harry says, rubbing circles on my back as my mother had done just a few hours before.

"No, no." I shake my head profusely.

"Arielle." Harry protests. "He literally came after you and tried to take you somewhere against your will. I'm nearly positive that's harassment."

"No, Harry, I can't. He's my boyfriend's father." I insist.

"Some boyfriend he is." Harry mutters.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"If he can't protect you from his own father, then I doubt he's as good as you think he is." Harry snorts.

"Well, wouldn't you know?" I snap. "Because you totally spend every hour of every day hanging out with Mason and his dumbass alcoholic father."

"Arielle." Harry says calmly.

"What?" I snap.

"When did you and Mason start dating?"

"Why does it matter?" I respond.

"It just does. Please just tell me." Harry pleads, looking at something on his phone.

"Two weeks." I say finally. "Two weeks and one day ago." Harry nods and presses a few buttons on his phone before his eyes widen and his face pales.

"What's wrong?" I ask. He shakes his head ans shoves his phone in his back pocket. I try to meet his glance, but he quickly looks away. "Harry." I press. Marcel glances back and forth between the two of us anxiously.

"It's nothing, Arielle." he insists. My face grows red with frustration and I quickly dash behind him, grabbing his phone from his pocket and speedily typing in his password. He protests and grabs for his phone, but I swing away from him and suck in a breath when I realize what Harry was looking at. A picture. But not just any picture.

A picture of Mason and Ashley kissing.

I quickly remember that they used to date, and I shrug the thought of him cheating away. "This must be from when they were dating, right? So what's to worry about?"

"Uh...yeah, yeah, it's from when they used to date." Harry blurts, rushing the words. I can easily see through his lie. I go into the "Moments" section of his photos and check the date when the photo was taken.

Five days ago.

*

"You were right, you know." I say after thirty minutes of crying, being embarrassed, and then more crying.

"About what?" Harry asks, glancing at me.

"Mason being a crappy boyfriend." I answer honestly. "I mean, he told me that he would give up Ashley and the populars if it meant being with me, and for some apparent reason I was stupid and I believed him."

"You're not stupid, love. He is, for thinking that someone as lovely as you should be toyed around with." Harry soothes me.

"You were also right about how he can't even protect me from Seth. He could've taken me home sooner last night." I continue my rant. "Although, it was really my fault, because I didn't let him. But I know for a fact that you would have made me leave for my own protection. He didn't even try doing that." Harry doesn't respond, so I remain silent, pursing my lips to keep myself from further insulting Mason.

"How did you know I would've made you leave?" he asks finally.

"Duh, because I know you too well for my own good." I joke, feeling a little bit of the sadness lifted off of my shoulders.

Harry chuckles. "You're right about both those things. I definitely would have made you leave before Seth could even get near you, and you certainly know me way too well for having known each other only two and a half weeks."

"Feels like longer." I smile, burying my head in his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me comfortingly. "Where did Marcel go?"

"Marcel!" Harry yells.

"Yes, Hazza?" Marcel yells.

"Hazza?" I snort.

Harry rolls his eyes. "Who knows, he couldn't pronounce Harry when we were little, so I guess Hazza just kind of stuck. Marcel, get your ass down here!"

"Language." Anne warns from the kitchen, and I giggle.

"Ugh. Marcel, get your extremely tiny butt down here!" Harry corrects. Soon enough, Marcel pads down the stairs, looking at us expectantly. "Marc, how dare you not be here for your best friend in her time of need?"

"What, are you on your period or something?" Marcel asks, looking confused.

"Marcel!" I yell, blushing a deep shade of red. Harry looks amused as his eyes travel back and forth between Marcel and I.

"If you must know, you embarrassing turtle, Mason did something that he is soon going to regret." Harry snorts.

"What do you mean, 'he is soon going to regret'?" I ask.

"Really, Ari?" Harry lifts his eyebrow. "Did you really think he's gonna go unpunished?"

"What's 'unpunished' supposed to mean?"

"All I'm saying is that Mason better watch his back, because no one messes with my Arielle and gets away with it."

a/n-

harrys gettin defensive ooh 

vote comment share pleaseeeeeeee ilyasm xoxo