She

She was Too Good For Me

"What the hell are you doing here?" She grumbled, pushing the pieces of fallen hair out of her face. Her hair was different, it was half down half up.

She was different. She wore loose fitting skinny jeans and a blue cable knitted jumper. She had her glasses on, but behind them was large eyelashes coated with mascara, something she never wore, and her face was lightly powdered with a layer of makeup, making her freckles barely visible.

"No tee shirt and track shorts?" I questioned.

"I was trying to rid myself of everything you ever noticed about me." She grumbled.

"I called you. Did you- did you get my message?"

"I deleted it before listening. Didn't think you'd have anything knew to say." She explains carelessly, trying desperately and perilously to portray a face of unshaken anger. She didn't want to be happy to see me, but in her eyes I could tell she was.

"I told you I was coming for you, and that when I found you I wouldn't ever let you go." I murmured in explanation. She flared her nostrils as she tried not to cry. Her lips pursed, trying to make herself seem like she didn't want to hug me and tell me she missed me.

But I knew she did.

The same way she knew I was competently and conclusively in love with her, I knew she missed me. It was all over her face. As angry as she was, it was like for a moment everything seemed like it could all fall back into place. Like we could somehow forget what should and shouldn't have been said and just, move forward.

As much as I wished I could just lung forward to her from where I stood, I didn't. I knew she was angry, and I was more nervous that she'd shut me out and refuse to listen if I did something like that.

I started to mutter something along the lines of "I'm sorry", but I couldn't get the words to leave my lips fast enough for her to give me her attention.

"Don't bother." She muttered, turning towards the house and walking away.
I stuttered, I didn't know how or what I could say to make her stay; all I knew was that I had to. I couldn't let her leave me again.

"Arden!" I shouted.

"What?" She spat, turning quickly, only for me to see the face of utter pain and annoyance.

"Do you love me?" I questioned. She just stood there, pushing her glasses up higher onto the bridge of her nose.
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't, and I don't lie." She stated angrily, looking down at the floor. I leaned down, trying to get her to look me in the eyes. "Damn you, Styles." She whispered under her breath as tears began to fall.

"Then do you ever think you can forgive me? I was wrong, so wrong. I was angry and I blamed you because you're perfect and I'm not and I'm just, I'm sorry." I rambled. She shook her head in disbelief.

"So that's it? You're just sorry?" She whispered, questioning my sincerity.

"No. That's not it." I murmured, I ran forward to her, standing inches from her face. I slowly wiped a tear from her cheek. "I also love you. I'm in love with you. And that's never gonna change. You're loud and obnoxious and 5 years old mentally, and I am in love with you."

"Yes, I think I can forgive you, Harry. The question is if I want to." She cried, turning to walk away. I grasped her arm, gently preventing her from leaving.

"Don't leave. I want to fix this. Tell me what I can do? How can I prove to you I was so wrong?" I begged. She didn't turn to look at me, she kept herself faced toward the beach house.

"Harry-"

"Don't call me Harry. Call me Harry Styles, library boy, anything. Please!"

"Library boy, shut up okay!" She yelled with frustration ridden with her words. She turned swiftly, hugging me tightly.

"You hugged me?" I said in disbelief as she let me go. She nodded.

"I figured I could waste time hating you, or I could spend it loving you and make us both a lot happier."

"You love me?"

"Shut up Harry styles of course I do." She whispered, smiling devilishly at me. "Don't try and pretend you haven't known this entire time that I'm foolishly and stupidly in love with every ounce of ordinary fiber in your body. Don't act like you don't see the way I look at you, like you put everything into place for me; cause you did."

"Until I broke it all apart, right?"

"I never said you were smart." She chuckled. "But no ones ever cared before. I've always been "dead Elliot's baby sister", and that was fine. I never knew I needed someone to care until you showed me what it felt like. I told myself I was "independent", when really I just didn't want to admit to myself that I was the product of a sob story, and that people only care cause they feel bad. You cared before you knew, and now I am in love with you."

"Can I kiss you, Arden Stone?"

"No. You HAVE to kiss me."

So I did, and every misconception I ever had about love and my "perfect girl" was washed away with the taste of her salty tears on my lips. I held her close, because honestly if I hadn't I felt like everything would have fallen a part. I would have fallen apart.
I realized in that moment, that Arden was far too good for me. She forgave me when it seemed easier for her to walk away. She loved me when I ruined everything.

Arden was a much bigger and better person than I'd ever be.

But if I was gonna love her correctly, I was gonna need to be a better person too.

"It's kinda cold, would you like to come inside?" She whispered.

"No. I'd rather go for a night swim." I chuckled, grasping her body and throwing it over my shoulder. I jogged for the water, smiling at the sound of her wailing and giggling.

When I got in deep enough, I threw her off, soaking her entirely in water.

"Harry Styles, what the hell?" She chuckled.

"C'mon Arden, haven't you ever done anything you're not suppose to?"

"God I love you" she said, before lunging forward and emerging me into the cold water.
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A/N
This isn't the end, maybe 3 more chapters and an epilogue.
I just wanted to say I love you guys so much.
You guys make me happy about writing stories like this, cause your feedback is hilarious and sweet and I love y'all.
Love,
Lulu <3