back to you. | hariana au

part 1

"Shit, Louis! What do I do?!" I practically screamed, the notification seeming to be the only thing I could see.

"I'm pretty sure you just asked me that and I'm like 100% sure I said to answer managem-"

"No, Louis! Look!" This time I do scream, shoving my phone in front of him so he could read what I was most worried about.

"Ohhhhh... Well personally, I'd probably fake my death, move to Mexico and restart my life as Juilio Lopez." He rambled, clearly not taking any of this seriously.

"Fucking hell, Louis. Can you please take this seriously. I'm so screwed." I sigh, collapsing back onto my bed that I was so comfortable and stress-free in minutes ago.

"Okay I'm sorry, that will be plan B," He apologizes, sitting down next to me,"For now, you should probably figure out how you're gonna explain this to management." He suggested eyeing over the many notifications from them.

"Yeah okay, true enough. But what about Ariana, fuck man, what if she hates me now that I probably just ruined her career."

"Woah woah woah, Harold. I think you're being a bit dramatic. This will definitely blow over in a week or so." He explained, attempting to comfort me. Little does he know how long a week can feel like. Hopefully though, it does just that; blows over.

***

"Harry, how many fucking times do we have to tell you that you can't just go around getting drunk off your ass and finding your way home with some girl you just met?!" Simon begins scolding me as soon as I sat down in his office. I had been a nervous wreck the entire way here. but it seems like all this is going to be is a lecture until I'm free to go and they do their best to make those pictures disappear.

"Actually, I didn't just meet her. I gave her my song remember? Also, I never took her home." I smirked, knowing that I was being a smartass, but enjoying every minute of it.

"You know what I mean, Harold." He sighed, resting his forehead against his hands in disappointment. I mean, I can't really blame him. This isn't the first time this has happened, photos of me with a random girl popping up almost every week. But then again, it is my life.

"Look I'm sorry, it won't happen again." I cringe, knowing that I said this every time.

"Yeah I know it won't happen again, Ariana's manager just contacted me saying it would be best if you two weren't seen together again. Not that it will stop you from finding another girl, will it?" He shakes his head again in disapproval.

Not being seen with Ariana again? Simple. I don't even know how we were together in the first place. I truly haven't even made contact with her since giving her my song. But simon was right, this probably wouldn't be the last time we're going to be having this conversation.

"Alright, are we done here?" I agree, already beginning to stand up and head towards the door.

"I guess so, remember, no Ariana." He says sternly right as I am about to leave. I send him an overly enthusiastic thumbs up before I'm on my way.

I stand waiting for the elevator when my phone buzzes from my pocket making my heart drop, I had a feeling I know who it is. I pull out the device and my predictions had been true.

Ariana

hey, i think we need to talk about what happened last night

Me

Agreed. Call me?

Ariana

i was thinking we could talk in person, i know scooter said that we shouldn't be seen together but maybe just at my place?

Me

I'll be right over. Send me your address.

I huff, pushing my phone back into my pocket and getting out of the elevator that I didn't even notice I got in. I find my Range Rover in the underground parking before getting in and typing in the address Ariana sent me on Google Maps, and pulling out of the parking lot.

***

My heart is pounding when I arrive in front of the huge gates that I can only assume leads to Ariana's house. I push the button on the buzzer before hearing a soft voice speak, "Harry?"

"Yep, it's me." I reply voice quivering. God, why was I so nervous? Oh yeah, pictures of us kissing are on every magazine and we barely know each other.

The huge gates begin to open and as soon as they do, I drive in following the fairly long path that leads to two large garage doors. I put on my sunglasses just in case any paps are around. Not the best disguise, but it's all I have.

I jump out of the car, heart thumping with every step as I approach the large double doors. Before I could ring the doorbell, one of the doors open revealing Ariana, clad in a oversized sweater and leggings, along with her signature ponytail. She hides slightly behind the door, telling me I'm not the only one who's nervous.

"Come in." She speaks softly opening the door further, allowing me in. I step inside and take a look around me at the huge mansion I was in. I wasn't used to big houses to be honest. If I wasn't touring I usually stayed in nice apartments, seeing as I had no one to share a huge house with. I think I would feel lonely.

"Lovely house you've got here." I compliment, trying to break the obvious tension in the room.

"Oh, thanks." She mumbles stepping in front of me, facing me.

"Soooo, you wanted to talk?" I squeeze out awkwardly, dreading the conversation that was ahead of us.

"Oh, yeah. Come, let's sit down." She speaks quickly. I can tell she's flustered by my bluntness and rush to get this conversation over with. She leads me into what I can assume to be a living room before plopping down on one of the couches. I'm not sure whether I should sit next to her or not, so I opt for the recliner chair next to the couch.

"So, last night..." I begin hoping she would continue seeing as I had know clue where to start.

"We can just forget it ever happened if you want. I understand that it's not the best thing to have on your record." She rushes out fidgeting with her fingers, maintaining our eye contact. She has beautiful eyes, I must say. Every other time I've seen her, they had been masked by a wing of eyeliner, but right now they were bare. She wasn't wearing any makeup and she was still so pretty.

"I suppose you're right, I don't even really remember a lot of it. The pictures really jogged my memory though." I joked, hoping to make this conversation a little lighter. For a brief moment, her eyes look disappointed, before she chuckles along with me.

"Yeah, same. Well, I guess that's all I wanted to say, sorry for bothering you." She rambles, eyes looking anywhere but mine.

"Nonsense, I had nothing to do today anyway. This was actually the most interesting part of my day." I chuckled, her eyes finally meeting mine.

"Really? Well, if you want we can just hang here. I also don't have anything to do today." She suggests, fiddling with her fingers once again; I assume it's a nervous habit. I contemplate her offer. I mean, Simon only said I couldn't be seen with her. I really have nothing better to do today.

"That sounds great."

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