You're So Golden |H.S|

Chapter 52

I know this is what I asked for, but in my defense I didn't know Ashton would be waiting for me to unlock the front door at three o'clock in the morning tonight.

Sure I told him I wanted them to have a conversation, but now i'm afraid Harry's going to be upset with me.

He hasn't had anytime to prepare for this and what if he doesn't know what it is he needs or wants to stay? What if this was all some big mistake? I hate my stupid impulsive caring brain sometimes.

Thanks mom.

"Are you going to unlock the door or are we just going to stand out here and wait for it to magically open on its own?" Ashton asks me sarcastically, causing the leather on his jack to squeak as he folds his arms over his chest.

Dropping my hand down from the door knob, and gripping onto Harry's set of keys, I turn to Ashton with an annoyed look on my face and roll my eyes dramatically.

"Are you sure you don't want to this tomorrow?" I ask him nervously, looking down at my feet instead of up in his eyes like I normally do.

"No you're the one that wanted me to-"

Ashton gets cut off quickly when the front door swings open, Harry standing in the doorway drinking from what looks to be a cup of coffee.

"Mornin'" he mumbles, before taking another sip from his spider-man mug while he steps aside, leaving enough room so we can both walk inside.

Now i'm scared.

Why doesn't he look confused? Why doesn't he look upset? Does he not care? Is he pretending he's fine?

Ashton slowly walks in the house, heading in the direction of the living room. But when I try to step in looking down at the ground, Harry slides over and stands in my way, blocking me from being able to walk through.

"Ariana it's late, why now?" he asks me, sounding tired and a little frustrated, which makes me feel guilty.

"This wasn't my idea- I mean it was but not right now. I only went over there because I wanted to ask him a few questions and I tried telling him it wasn't a good time but I just thought maybe if you guys talked you'd-"

Before I could finish Harry swiftly places his hand on my hip and pulls me close to his chest, kissing my lips slowly and softly, he knocks me into a daze, causing all the anxious nerves to vanish and get replaced with those nervous butterflies that flutter around each time he looks at me.

"That was incredibly stupid for you to go alone so late without telling me, and you stole my car you thief" he laughs against my lips, pulling away slowly while he stares into my eyes and smiles widely.

"You would've done the same thing for me" I tell him, tilting my head to the side.

"No I wouldn't" he shrugs, stepping to the side, holding his hand out to take mine, "you're nicer than me" he says, wrapping his hand around my own as we walk inside the house, Harry kicking the door closed behind him.

Pressing my head down against Harry's arm, I smile nervously, "are you angry? I understand if you are I just-"

"I'm not angry, I promise" he assures me, squeezing my hand gently to let me know everything's alright, which surprisingly does wash away the nerves that creeped their way back in to my thoughts.

Smiling faintly we walk into the living room where Ashton is pacing back and forth, breathing so heavy I can hear him across the room.

God I feel like an asshole.

I know I had to say what I needed to say, and I know I needed to speak up because if I didn't nobody would, but I don't want to see either one of them in such bad pain; it hurts.