My Life | Hariana | Book #1 (REWRITING)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

(2 weeks later)

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•Ariana•

I walk side by side with Harry. It's sort of an awkward feeling due to the fact that this isn't actually normal, and I not use to having him by my side unless it's to get pushed a bit.

"So, what are you doing tonight?" He asked.

"Homework why?"

"But it's Friday." He groaned.

"So what."

"Come to a party with me."

I swear I choked on the air surrounding me. Is he kidding? A party he must be trying to embarrass me.

"I'm not the party type so no thanks." He shoulder buds me a bit before raising an eyebrow.

"Come on just this once." He pled.

"Harr-but just agh fine." I gave in.

We walk up the stairs to my house and walk inside to see that it's completely silent. Mom must be out. I lead him towards my room and ask a question I can not believe I'm asking.

"What should I wear?" I plop on my bed.

He hovers over me with one of his hands on each side of me. I looked at him puzzle but he just has a smug smile on his face. He leans down and my heart beat quickens, and my eyes wander all around the room, everywhere except him. I feel his cool minty breath breathing on my neck before he starts laughing. The blood rushes to my cheeks and now I'm more embarrassed than ever.

"Not funny. Now I'm going to pick out my outfit." I push him off of me and stand onto my feet.

I pull out a pair of pastel pink high-waist shorts and a plain white strapless top that stops above my belly button.

"How about this?" I ask turning to Harry to show him.

He examines the outfit and scrunches up his nose a little. I start feeling a little queasy when he looks back up at me.

"Don't you think it's a little too revealing?" He asks.

"Um sure. Yeah I guess." I throw my clothes on the bed and continue to look.

"You know what never mind you can wear it. I think it's fine." Harry says making me turn around.

He has a small smile and hands me the clothes. I smile back and grab them from him signaling him to wait.

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•Harry•

"Okay I'm done with changing." Ariana announces walking into the room.

When I look up I can't stop staring. The top hugs her chest perfectly while the high-waist shorts fit her just right. She stares down at the ground biting a little on her lip, doesn't she know what that does to a guy like me. She looks up at me and raises any eyebrow.

"Yeah you look amazing."

"Thanks." She says softly and then sits beside me to place on her white pumps.

"So what are you going to do to your hair?" I ask to break the silence.

"I'm not sure. What do you think I should do?" She stares in the mirror and grabs her brush.

"You can just leave it out. I like when you wear your hair out." Im nervous about what I should tell her.

Girls usually are picky about hairstyles and always want to change it up. She laughs and nods in response.

"Why did you laugh?"

"Because you were nervous. You were like um-um. Like Harry I'm not going to kill you because your opinion."

"Ha-ha well sorry for being cautious. Some girls freak out when a guy says something wrong."

"Just be yourself around me. Like before when you were twelve." She flips her hair around and then combs it down.

"Yeah I guess."

Grabbing her jacket, purse and phone she's out the door with me following behind.

"Ariana." She turns and faces me.

"Yes Harry?"

I stare at her lips and smile. I lean in and close the gap that separate our lips. Her lips are pure plump, pink, and soft. Just perfect. We pull away slowly and I place a kiss on her cheek.

The way she smiles and speaks with sparks in her eyes is beautiful. I look down at her and she looks up at me and shook her head.

"Harry we can't."

"That doesn't mean you have to push me away."

She looks at me, turns back and starts walking towards my car.

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I dont know why I didn't put the party part here.

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