Arianas p.o.v
"Ari, what's going on?" Harry asked me as I led him out of the building.
"Nothing, I just wanted to go for a walk." I lied.
"Well then, where are we going?"
"I dunno." I shrugged. As far away from that building as I could get, I thought to myself. I knew that putting this off would only make it worse, but I couldn't bring myself to tell harry, to hurt Harry.
"Well, what happened back there." He stopped and yanked his arm back causing me to stumble backwards a bit.
"I don't want to talk about it Harry." I sighed.
"Yes, well I do. What's going on Ari?"
"Not here." I shook my head.
"Then where?"
"Harry?" I sighed.
"Yeah?"
"Can you take me home?"
"Is everything okay?" I shook my head in reply. Everything was a far cry from okay. "Come here." He pulled me in tight. I felt safe and secure... And then I felt guilt. Guilt for what happened with Zayn. Guilt for everything I wasn't telling him. Guilt for everything I was hiding from him, from everyone.
"Harry." I sobbed, my body started shaking as my eyes were soaking his shirt with tears.
“Is everything okay?” I shook my head in reply. Everything was a far cry from okay. “Come here.” He pulled me in tight. I felt safe and secure... and then I felt guilt. Guilt for what happened with Zayn, guilt for everything I wasn’t telling him and guilt for everything I was hiding from him, from everyone
“Harry.” I sobbed, my body started shaking as my eyes were soaking his shirt with tears.
“It’s okay love, I'm right here.” More and more waves of guilt flooded over me, twisting the knot in my throat and spinning the insides of my stomach.
“Can you please take me home?” I pleaded.
“Of course, is your car here?”
“No.” I shook my head.
“I’ll take you in my car then.”
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“Is your aunty home?” Harry asked sheepishly as we stood at the front door.
“No.”
“Can I come in?”
“Yeah.” I searched for my keys in my bag and found them right at the bottom. I had to tell him.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” I asked, throwing my bag on the kitchen counter.
“No thanks.” He replied. I poured myself a glass of water to try to ease the swirls that my stomach were doing.
“Harry.”
“Yeah?” He replied from the lounge room.
“I, um, need to tell you something.”I joined him in the lounge room, taking a seat on the couch next to him.
“What’s up buttercup?” I smiled at the dorky rhyme he just pulled.
“First of all, I just want to say sorry and second of all, I need you to let me explain.” His face hardened becoming unreadable.
“Go on.”
“I sort of, maybe, kind of kissed Zayn.” I sighed and braced for impact.
“What?” I averted my gaze to the wooden floor, unable to make eye contact with him.
