closer // harry styles

Chapter 85

Chapter 85

"Ariana, where are you?" Louis asked over the phone. I had called him from the girl's house, and Lucy, Hailey, and Alli were looking for apartments while Alyssa was looking for moving services.

"I'm staying with the girls."

"Why?"

"I'm gonna come over there because I have something to tell you guys. Is Harry there?" I asked.

"No, I haven't seen him in a while." Louis responded. I had been staying here for three days; three days since the accident.

"Okay I'm coming over." I said, and he began to protest but I hung up.

"Where are you going?" Alli asked.

"I have to tell the boys because I know Harry won't. I'm also telling them I'm moving, but I don't want Harry to find out; he's not there right now, so I'm telling everyone else, including Paul." I explained.

"Do you need a ride?" Lucy offered.

"Yeah." I nodded. I was really excited to be going back to New York, I had missed the city. I tried to only think about that, because that's what was best for my children, but all I could think about was Harry. What was best for all children was a father figure in their lives, which is why I really wanted Harry to come with me. But now I didn't even want him coming to help raise the children.

"Uh... hey, Ariana?" Hailey asked from behind the computer screen as Lucy got up to get her keys.

"Yeah?"

"You might want to check this out." Alli but her lip, and I wheeled over to where they were seated. They flipped the screen around to face me, and I started reading.

Is Hariana Over... Again?

Harry Styles, and ex-fiancé/girlfriend, Ariana Mortin, are supposedly not together anymore. Again! Why? We're not quite sure, but we do know that something's definitely going on.

We caught pictures of the two of them the other day, separately leaving a hospital! What were they doing there, and why did they leave at different times, and not with each other?

Here, we caught pictures of the two: Styles walking out with puffy and red eyes, and a clenched jaw and fists. Angry or sad? Then to the right of that picture, we snapped one of Mortin being carried out in a wheelchair, by a close friend, and a doctor.

I looked below, and sure enough, there were two separate pictures of us, side by side.

Of course we're all praying that they're still together, because everyone's #otp will always be Hariana.

I stopped reading, and wheeled over to the door without another word.

"Let's go." I sniffled, and blinked multiple times so as not to let any tears fall.

Lucy opened the door for me, and we left the apartment. She pushed me into the elevator, and we went through the lobby, and out to the parking lot to get in her car.

After what seemed like the longest drive ever, we pulled up to their huge house, and I looked around for Harry's car, which I unsuccessfully found. Lucy helped me out, and I told her to wait in the car for me, that it would only be a few minutes.

I knocked on the door, and Louis quickly opened it, and looked down at me.

"Ariana?!" He looked at me, in shock, and quickly invited me in. Everyone, including Paul, were sitting on the couch, and they looked over at me.