Love Lust and Pixie Dust (a Harry Styles fanfiction)

Ariella’s POV

*Flashback (one week earlier)*

Breathing shakily I slowly slid down against the bathroom wall onto the floor, tears streaming down my thin pale face. I promised I wouldn’t do this, I was lying to my friends and family and I would never forgive myself. I thought of my best friend Sav, my parents, and my boyfriend. Knowing I could never tell them the truth. Trembling as hiccup-sobs echoed in the small room, I reached for my blade under my sink.  As I dug the blade into my wrist, I took in a sharp breath. I watched as the dark red liquid oozed from my wrist on to the bathroom floor.

It was the first week of summer after graduation; I and my best friend Savannah were getting ready to go out with our boyfriends to some weekend house party tonight. We were blasting two door cinema club and doing our hair, when we heard our doorbell ring.

“I’LL GET IT!” Sav screamed as she ran out the room. I rolled my eyes at the short blonde doing child-like skips down the staircase.

“ARIELLA, LOVEEE” I heard a familiar deep sexy voice trial from downstairs. Sooner his footsteps became more noticeable. I kept on curling my hair, as I smiled to myself.

I giggled and rolled my eyes as Harry wrapped his arms around my waist. I looked up into his big green eyes and smiled. He was so cute, the little dimple poking out on his left cheek. I leaned up and kissed him, then turned back around to curl the last bit of hair. He whimpered, giving me a pouty face in the mirror. I rolled my eyes, leaning back into his arms. I lingered my lips above his cheek, “Save it for later?” I winked cheekily, and went back to the mirror. His eyes lit up as he grasped those four words. He smirked heavily and gave me a peck on the cheek, walking out the bathroom.

As soon as I finished my hair and makeup, I went to my room and put on some oxfords, some destroyed denim high waisted shorts, a vanilla crop top, and my black fedora. I had my hair curled loosely, my brunette hair falling on my shoulders, and a good amount of cover up, knowing that when I’m drunk my face turns pinkish-red. I grabbed my concealer and without anyone by, quickly covered up the multiple cuts on my wrists.

I grabbed my black fringe purse, and went into the living-room to see Niall and Sav making out on the loveseat, and Harry checking his twitter. Classic.

I picked up a zebra pillow sitting on the couch and threw it in Niall and Savannah’s faces, grabbing Harry’s hands and letting them know it was time to go.

We all got in Harry’s Audi and pull out of the driveway. I hold Harry’s hand in his lap, and he pecks me on the lips, smiling endearingly. I turn around to check on Niall and Sav, of course they’re practically swallowing each other whole back there.

“SAVVY, you worked so hard on your make up!!” I said sarcastically, and turned around shaking my head disappointedly looking at Harry. 

“NIALL, LAD DO YOU HAVE TO EAT EVERYTHING?!” Harry shouted to the back of the car, rolling his big green eyes.

We heard nothing but silence, and the sound of them snogging each other’s faces off.

We arrived at the party, meeting up with the rest of the boys, El and Dani, and some other good friends.

Louis was already pretty drunk, El was practically holding from hitting the floor. He sassed away from her grasp though greeting us and the boys, and giving us sloppy drunk hugs. Zayn greeted us with short friendly hugs, and Liam gave us big, fuzzy, warm Daddy Direction hugs.

I was saying hey to Josh, giving him a friendly smile, as Harry excitedly pulled me by my hand into the party. I grabbed around his waist, so I didn’t lose him. He was so warm I didn’t want to pull away. We walked into the main room, with drinks and food everywhere. I grabbed Harry and I a beer, and we walked over to the dance floor. 

We drank and danced together for what seemed live forever, our drinks empty in our hands. Laughing and pulling each other upstairs, we opened one of the doors to a room. We walked in and found another couple doing god knows what, so we headed to the bathroom. There were two younger teens, in the tub making out. “GET OUT! GOOO” Harry yelled making a scary face, and flailing his arms like an idiot. They both jumped up, running from the room terrified.

 He closed the door watching me closely. I heard the lock switch, as Harry grinned cheekily. I jumped in his arms, as he backed up against the door. I kissed him hungrily, as he did the same. He growled playfully, smirking into my lips. I giggled and screeched as he picked me up by my butt, and sat me on the countertop. He started to kiss me down my jawline, leaving love bites now and then. As he reached the soft spot on my neck, I let out a small moan and let my head back.

“Harry, you tease!” I whined as I ran my fingers through his curls. He responded, and slowly slid his hands up my shirt on his way to my bra. I bit my lip, grinning devilishly. It seemed like he was taking forever so I reached behind to do it myself. As I did one of my bracelets caught on the sink facet, making water spray all over us.

“FUCK! HARRY HELP !” I screamed as he reached behind me to untangle my jewelry.

“IM TRYING ARI !” He spat out laughing hysterically.

“SHIT THIS ISN’T ROMANTIC  AT ALL.” I said laughing too.

Suddenly it was silent. The facet turned off, and my hands were in Harrys. I was still laughing but he stayed quiet.        

“That was so crazy! I can’t believe I-“  I suddenly stopped as I saw what he was staring at.

“What is this, Ari…” He said softly. His voice was trembling, his eyes wide on the four open wounds on my wrists.

               I pulled away, holding my hands in another. I sat there looking down at the ground, trying to hold back the tears welling in my eyes.

“I… I was overwhelmed. It’s nothing, really…” A tears escaped from my eyes, as I spoke.

“We’re going home, Ariella. Where’s your purse.” His lips were pursed together, and his eyes were a stone grey-green. The way he looks when he’s angry. His expression was firm, but something told me there was also a bit of worry in it.

“It’s in the kitchen, I’ll grab i-“  He cut me off.

“No you’re staying with me. I’ll have the boys drop it by your place later” He opened the door to the bathroom and we walked to his Audi.

The drive was really long, and awkward. I didn’t know what to say, How to respond. And the worst part is, this whole thing is my fault. None of this would have happened if I had gotten help, or told my parents I was in depression again.  I was the one who gave into the hate I was getting over twitter from Harry’s fans.  I couldn’t tell him about it though. I can’t. I would never hurt the relationship between him and his fans. I mean, I expected to get hate but not like this.

“HarryletmeMalikU: I can’t believe Harry is dating the ugly stick boned tramp called Ariella_Perrier she should go stab herself in the face with a spoon. #IHATEARIELLA”

“HeyHazzaStylesXX: I WISH I COULD JUST BITCH SLAP Arielle_perrier with a chair. But nothing will EVER repair that horrible face of hers…”

“LARREHSTYLINSON4EVAH: Harry belongs to Louis. Not that stupid ugly Anorexic bitch you call pretty? I call her a trainwreck… #IHATEARIELLA”

I try to push the images out of my mind before the tears start once more. I look over at Harry, whose eyes are red and tired, as he watches the road not even acknowledging my existence.  I sniffle, and pull my phone out of my pocket. 1 new text.  

“Leeyuum: Hey! Where have you and Harry gone to? Your cars gone! Xxxx”

 “Reply:  Were fine! Just heading home. Can you grab my purse? I’ve forgotten it. Xxxx”

There’s Daddy Direction. Always looking out for the kiddies.

OMGOMGOMGOMG THANK YOU FOR READING IT IF YOUUU DID <3 I FLACKING WUV YOU. Mmkay well I chose the absolute worst time ever to write a fanfic, since school starts tomorrow.               K WEL BAI I LOVE YOU GUYS AND YOU SHOULD TOTALLY FAN MEEH<3 I will try to fan back. (: