Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Ariana was coming over. And she would be there in just 5 hours.

Harry was panicking. He wasn't ready to see her. He didn't know what to say to her or how to act.

She was staying. He needed to prepare the guest room.

I can do that, Harry thought to himself. He rushed through his house to clean everything and prepare the guest room.

After he finished he sat down on his couch and try to calmly think of what he would say to Ariana. Harry knew she was sad and mad because of Malcom and he hated that that made him a little happy.

He just couldn't stand Malcom after everything that happened and he couldn't stand him for the fact that he was dating Ariana.

There was no way that Malcom deserved Ariana at all. Of course Harry couldn't tell the girl that, just like he couldn't tell her what he felt either.

So basically he was just as trapped as Ariana self.

Both trapped in their own mess of feelings.

After waiting for 5 hours Ariana called him.

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phone conversation

Harry

Okay, shall I just pick you up from the airport? It's not that far and I'll be there in time if I leave now.

Okay...

Yes?

..

Ariana are you crying?

Don't apologise, I'm so sorry. I feel bad for not asking you how you felt earlier.

Of course. So I'll pick you up, you can text me later.

Bye, see you. Take care.

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Harry hung up and sighted. He felt so bad for the girl. She's going through shit and her boyfriend is causing her a lot of pain.

Harry rushed to his car and drove to the airport. He arrived early, so Ariana wasn't there yet.

Then he saw a petite figure walking through the gates. She had her hair up in a ponytail and was wearing a big sweater as usual.

She smiled sadly when she saw him and started running to him.

They hugged tightly. Harry smelled her perfume and felt her small arms around him. He held her close and softly whispered: "Everything is going to be alright, I'm right here."

She looked up and Harry saw the tears in her eyes. "Let's go home alright?"

They drove back home. The drive was quiet but not uncomfortable. It was a nice silence.

The whole drive Harry helt Ariana's hand, since he wanted her to feel safe as he knew she dealt with a lot of anxiety.

"Thank you again." Ariana softly said. Harry just smiled at her.

They arrived at Harry's house. He helped Ariana out of the car and in his house.

He brought her stuff at the guest room and then sat down next to her. As Harry expected she broke down.

"He... he left again and I was all alone again." She sobbed. Harry grabbed her hands and held them as she talked.

"And I take care of him cause I love him but.... but I can't... Harry I can't be his mother! It breaks me up seeing him like that!" Ariana started crying even harder and Harry pulled her into a hug.