"Hi?" I answer.
"I'm sorry." She cries.
"What?"
"I'm sorry for getting mad. Mrs.Woldren called me and told me you were upset and told her what happened. I'm so sorry. I should have listened." She lets out in one sentence.
"It's ok. I'm sorry Ariana." I let out a sigh.
"Please come over. I'm having a Thanksgiving dinner and I want you over. Please baby." She almost whimpers.
Baby?
"What did you say?" I ask.
"What?" She squeaks.
"Baby? Since when did you call me that?" I chuckle, getting excited at the event.
"Oh, I didn't mean-"
"No. I like it." I lick my lips.
"You do?" She asks.
"Mhm."
"Well, please come over and you'll be hearing that a lot." I can hear the smirk on her face.
"I'll be right over." I say and hang up.
I'm really digging this whole 'baby' stuff.
I look at my phone to see its 2:47. I hurry and run outside to call a taxi.
As they arrive, I get in, giving the cab driver Ari's address.
As a couple minutes go by, we reach her house.
I get out, paying him five dollars and run up to the door.
After two knocks, she answers.
"Hi!" She smiles a big grin and squeezes me into a hug.
"Hey." I step back.
"Come inside." She leads me inside to a big crowd of older people in the living room.
"Guys, this is Harry." She smiles, bringing me to her side.
"Hi." I quietly say and wave.
"Isn't he a doll." I hear an old lady say.
"He is." She chuckles, hugging my waist.
I feel my face get red to her touch and choice of words.
"What was that?" I pull her aside.
"What?"
"That I'm a doll" I raise my eyebrows.
"You are baby." She plays with one of my hanging curls.
"Don't do that. We're in front of your family, and God damn I could do anything to you when you say that." I bite my lip, holding my breath.
"Save it for after dinner." She smirks, lightly grazing my member with her front.
She gives me a sexy look, walking off; leaving me speechless and hard.
"Hi, you must be Harry. I'm Ari's grandmother." An older woman in a red sweater walks up to me.
"Oh, hi." I shake her hand, embarrassed and hoping she doesn't notice my boner.
"You're such a handsome boy, why do you have these in your face?" She points to my piercings as Ari stops her.
"Hi grandma, I see you've met Harry." She saves me.
"Yes, he's such a handsome boy." She smiles.
"He is." Ariana smiles at me, her eyes sparkling.
I've never seen them sparkle like that. It really captures her beauty.
What am I doing? A week ago I was saying how much I fucking hate this girl, now I'm at her family party saying how beautiful she is.
"Dinners ready!" A man calls from the dinner table, sounding like Ariana's father.
We all walk to the table, sitting down.
I sit down next to Ari as her father sits next to my seat, but on the end chair.
"Hello Harry." He gives me a stern look.
"Hi." I look down.
I feel something touch my hand, to see its Ari's.
I look up at her, smiling.
She really is beautiful. Way more than those hoe bags at strip clubs and the ones I've had sex with just for fun.
I was just on a street, drinking with shitbags, and now I'm at a dinner party with the girl I used to hate. What has happened?
I don't know, but I sure like it.
...
"Styles! Get the fuck back here!" Officer Roads yells.
"Fuck off." I stomp off, running down the alley.
"Get back here right now." He sternly says, catching up to me.
I increase my speed as he does too. He catches up to me, grabbing my shoulder.
"See what happens when you run." He shakes his head, digging his fingers in my shoulder making me flinch.
"Ow God dammit let go!" I lower my shoulder.
"No, you're coming with me." He shoves me in the backseat of his police car.
I let out a groan as he slams the door. I always get myself into shit that I can't get out of. Fuck.
He gets in as he drives down the street, towards the police station.
"So, what makes you continue to do this shit?" He asks, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Fuck, you wanna know." I look out the window.
"I just asked."
"Well don't ask again when you fucking know the answer." I spit.
We reach the police station as he pulls me out of the car and into the building.
"Ahh, Harry." The head officer scoffs when we enter.
"That's what your wife was moaning." I slur.
"You fucking bastard!" He lunges towards me, wrapping his hands around my neck.
"Get off Bill!" Officer Roads pries him off.
"No let him." I whine, clearly intoxicated.
"Fuck you." He spits.
"Not even on your birthday." I raise my eyebrows, getting off the ground.
He grabs my wrist tightly and drags me in the back room.
"Get in, scum." He growls, throwing me into the cell.
"Scum is my middle name." I lay down on the bench.
He huffs, flipping me off, and storms out.
"Fuck you asshole!" I yell from the cell.
Fuck me.
...
