/ariana's pov/
I take a bite of my chicken salad as I hear a loud noise coming from the front of the restaurant.
"Where's Ariana?" I hear the familiar British accent yell.
"Over there." Niall points towards me.
Shoot. I try to hide my face as well as I can, but I know better, hell, he knows better.
"Ari." He pants.
"What, now is not a good time." I try to get the attention off of us.
He grabs my hand, leading me outside.
"Now is a good time. If I do it any other time, it'll be too late. Listen, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything, making the accident such a big deal, saying you owe me, which you really don't, being such an asshole to you, even when you came to see me. I'm sorry. The only thing I want from you is to accept my apology." He pleads.
"Of course I accept your apology, Harry. For you to go through this much trouble is amazing. I know you are an asshole, but the thing I love about you is that you can prove you can be nice at times." I smile.
"So you accept it?" He reassures.
"Of course, you went through all of this just to say sorry." I smile, hugging him.
"You know I ripped out my iv and left just to do this." He chuckles.
"What?" I grab his arm.
"It's fine, nothing an ice pack and bandaid can't do." He says as I pull him back into the hug.
"You know, this is the first time we hugged." I looked up at him.
"Yea, and probably the last."
"What?" I wrinkle my forehead.
"I'm kidding." He laughs.
"You know, since you never really gave me what I wanted..."
"You said I didn't owe you anything!" I push him.
"Yea, not entirely true." He chuckles again.
"What do you want?" I roll my eyes.
"Close your eyes." He says.
I do as he demands as he grabs my chin, closing the space between our lips.
"There." He says as we disconnect our lips.
"Now you don't owe me anything." He does his famous smile.
"Look at you. You went from yelling at me, to kissing me." I tease.
"Hey, this could go even more if you shut up." He smirks.
"Ok, now you've ruined it." I begin to walk away.
"Oh come on!" He grabs my arm.
"Wh-" I manage to make out as he connects our lips again.
"Ok, you're forgiven." I giggle, kissing his soft pink lips again.
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/next day; ariana's pov/
"I hate spinach, mom!" I growl.
"Oh come on, eat it." She rolls her eyes.
"I'm full, and I have to go wi-"
"No, you're staying here tonight." She gives me a stern look.
"Why mom? I'm old enough to live on my own."
"Then get your own house, then you can do what you want." She says.
"You know, I will." I proudly say.
"Good for you, and with what money?" She raises her eyebrows.
"I can get one with Steph." I shrug my shoulders, trying to bite the green substance.
"Sounds good." She smiles.
"Can my friends come over then?" I ask.
"If you finish that, yes." She takes her bowl to the kitchen.
I quickly try and shove the spinach in my mouth and swallow it without tasting.
"Done." I give her my bowl.
"Ok, have em over, I don't care." She says.
"Ok thanks mom!" I hug her, running into the living room, throwing myself on the couch.
I grab my phone out, calling Steph.
"Hello?" She answers.
"You can come over, my mom wants me to stay home." I say.
"Alright I'll be over, Harry coming too?" She asks.
"Yea, I think. I'm calling him now."
"Ok, see you in a minute, bye!" She says and hangs up.
I dial Harrys number and it rings for a while.
"Hello?" He answers.
"Can you come over?"
"I guess, why?" He questions.
"Movie night is always on a Friday." I giggle.
Now that we've kissed, I feel so giggly and childish around him, I can't help it.
"Alright, alright. I'll be over." He lets out a deep breath and hangs up.
I for real think he was being nice and sucked up to me just because he wanted to get closer, now that he is, he's being the same.
At least I hope not.
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