Aria’s POV

I flopped down on my couch, sighing in relief to be home and out of the public eye. A few girls had noticed me at the airport and I got nothing but death glares. Lizzie snuggled next me and purred loudly. I scratched her head, laying my head on the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling. There was so much I had to think about and do. Out of nowhere, my call box buzzed and I shot up, and ran over to it. There was only one voice I was hoping to hear. I held down the button, “Hello?”

A voice on the other side rang through, “I thought you might be here already… Let me in?”

Suzan, I thought to myself. I felt a pang of disappointment but let her in. About a minute later, there was a knock at the door and I opened it. Suzan looked at me with sadness in her features, “I have ice cream.”

I stepped out of the door way, letting her walk through and I shut it behind her. I followed her into the kitchen where she pulled out two spoons and we sat on my kitchen floor, sharing a gallon of chocolate ice cream. I leaned my head against the cabinet, shoving a spoon full in my mouth. (Liam would not approve)

We were silent for a few minutes and Suzan finally broke it first, “Did you tell him or did you just leave?”

I turned my head towards her slightly, “I told him… But I should have told him sooner.”

She gave me a sympathetic look, “I can’t really say it’s not your fault, because it is. But honestly, you should just move on.”

I furrowed my brow at her, “I can’t just move on, Suzan. I love him.”

She was a little shocked, “Really?”

I nodded my head slightly and she spoke again, “Well, that changes things…”

You have no idea, I thought in my head. “Aria, what exactly happened?”

I didn’t really want to go over the whole story but I needed someone I could confine in. I told her everything that had happened from the time we left for London to the fight. I even told her about what Perrie had said to me and that she was the one who told me about the magazine. “Um, why didn’t you say anything to Harry about her?”

I shrugged my shoulders, “It wasn’t really important at the time.”

The room became silent again. Once again, she broke it first, “You need to fix this, Aria. If you really do love him, you need to fix this. Things like this don’t just happen every day.”

Sadness laced my voice, “But what if he doesn’t want to fix it? What if he is done with me and on the next?”

She grabbed my hand and squeezed, “Sweetie, you have to get over your fear and try. If you don’t, then later on you will regret it even more. And you would have no right to sit here and feel pathetic about yourself.”

I knew she was right but I was so afraid of being rejected. I had already felt that way before when he didn’t go after me. “I just think maybe we both need a little space, you know?”

She nodded her head, “That’s understandable… But don’t wait too long to talk to him.”

I smiled at her, “Thank you.”

She smiled back, “You’re welcome, hon. but we need to do something about that little Perrie bitch. There is no way she is as perfect as she leads on.”

“I have other things to worry about, Suz…”

She squeezed my hand one last time before letting go, “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll take care of it.”

I raised an eyebrow at her and she just grinned back to me. She stood up and looked down at me, “I better get home, but don’t worry your pretty little head about her. Just focus on Harry.”

I nodded my head, standing and led her towards the door, telling her goodbye. I began to get curious about what exactly that article said. They always made things out worse than what they were and this was pretty bad, so I could only imagine. I went into my room, grabbing my laptop off of my bed and started it up. I searched ‘Harry Styles news’ and the first thing that popped up was the Sun-Rise magazine web-site. I clicked it and began reading:

So, I’m sure you die hard Directioners will be glad to know that Harry Styles’ relationship with Aria Franks was just a scam! Apparently the former celebrity interviewer was just using Harry styles to get information! And boy did she get some information. Apparently, the boys have a HUGE 3D movie idea for the coming year and a new album to record for. It is also rumored that Franks went home with Styles to meet the family for Christmas. Moving a little fast, eh? We are sure after our little heartthrob hears about this; there will be no more Harria. Shouldn’t hurt too much for Franks, considering it was all just a sick joke for her.

Don’t worry girls, the odds have gone back up to snag a 1D boy! And we are sure that there will be enough of Harry to go around.

I scrolled down, seeing some pictures of Harry and me together in London. My heart grew sad at how happy we looked. I shut the computer, shoving it to the other side of the bed. I closed my eyes, no caring if I fell asleep in my clothes. I will fix this, I thought before I fell asleep, I have to.

Harry’s POV

The boys and I still had a few days left of our break. Even though I pretended this whole thing didn’t affect me, the boys were still treating me like I was fragile. That was exactly what I was afraid of. But there was one place I knew I could go where I would be treated with care but still be told if I was acting completely stupid. The guys understood when I told them what I had to do, and so here I was, driving back into Holmes Chapel.

It had only been three days since New Years. Only three days since she left. I hadn’t talked to my mum yet, but I knew she knew about it. She knows about everything. I was staying off the fan radar, but I knew that as soon as my Audi was seen in town, fans would be in the yard.

I locked the doors and went up to the front steps, knocking. A few moments later, the doors opened and I saw my mother’s face. Her smile lifted into a sad, knowing smile and she let me inside. She closed the door and that’s when I lost it. Everything I had been trying to keep bottled up for the last few days, came pouring out of me. My mum’s arms folded around me and I laid my head on her shoulder. It reminded me of when I was younger and she would comfort me the same way, but now I was taller and she seemed shorter.

She didn’t say anything as the sobs shook through my body. I felt absurd for crying to my mummy, but she was the only person who would comfort me, and then tell me exactly what I needed to hear, not what I wanted to hear. She was the person who would help me make the right decision.

After a few minutes of my childish crying, I pulled away and she looked up into my eyes, holding my face and wiping under my eyes with her thumbs. “Come, sweets. Let’s have some tea, yeah?”

I nodded and I followed her through the archway, into the kitchen. She put on the kettle and I sat at the kitchen table, looking out the sliding glass window. A few minutes later, my mum came and sat in front of me, with two cups of tea. She sat one in front of me, and she began sipping hers with both hands. She looked me straight in the eyes, “My darling, why did you let her go?”

I looked down at the tea cup in my hand. I knew my mum would get straight to the point. She knew me better than anyone ever would, even Louis. I’m sure she knew all about the scandal that the world was chatting about, but I also knew that she was well aware of our feelings towards each other. My mum was neither dim nor naïve. She read me better than I could read myself most of the time. I looked up at her again, “I wasn’t thinking… I was hurt and shocked. I never expected this. I’m sure your feelings have changed towards her now…”

She sipped her tea again, shaking her head, “If you forgive her, than I will. You know what is best for you. But knowing that she loves you enough to give up everything is all I need. The poor girl was torn between you and what she thought she needed to do. But she gave it all up for you, my lovely. That speaks louder than her words ever will.”

The way she put it, I knew she was right. I hadn’t really realized it until now. She HAD given everything up for me. No one had ever done anything like that for me and I just let her walk away. The feeling of being completely dense began to sink in. My mum’s facial expression changed into a slight smile, “You know it’s not too late.”

I began to get nervous at the thought of trying to talk to Aria. What if what I said before she left was too harsh? What if she doesn’t fancy me anymore? If that happens, I truly will lose everything. My mother’s hand reached across that table, grabbing my arm and patting it lightly, “What’s the matter?”

I let my thoughts leak through my lips, “I said some horrid things before she left… What if she wants nothing to do with me?”

Mum laughed lightly, “Oh, honey. If you can forgive her for everything she has done, I am sure she will forgive you for saying things out of spite.”

I must have been acting completely absurd and foolish because the answers she gave me where so true and insightful, yet simple. Everything she said was spot on. I took my mum’s hand and kissed the top, “Thank you mum, so much.”

She smiled at me, slight wrinkles forming at her eyes and the same dimples that I had, popping out. My mum was beautiful. She patted my cheek, “You’re welcome, darling. Now you two need to fix things.”

I grinned at her, the first genuine one in days. It was time to make things right. Yeah, it may take awhile to get back to where we were, but I knew that it would only make us stronger in the end. For once in my life, I was going to chase after a girl I intended to keep forever.

Notes

Directioners!

So FINALLY they both see how silly they were acting!

1) Are you happy Harry finally came to his senses?

2) Aria still seems a little reluctant... Does she have the right to be?

3) What did you think about the magazine article? Brutal right?

4) Do you want to see Harria back together?!

Another HUGE thanks, readers! I am sooo grateful! Have a lovely day, wherever you are! Xx