Chapter 13
Harry's POV
"Harry, thanks for saving my little girl."
"Harry? Hazz?" Ariana is shaking my shoulder, I'm still staring at the spot where her mom stood a minute ago.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry, I'm fine, yeah." she doesn't look convinced so I kiss her cheek and walk with her back to the car.
When she's settled in the car and has her seatbelt on, I ask her if she's got everything.
"Yeah, I'm sure, I checked over everything a million times," she pauses "are you okay?"
"Love, I said I'm fine. What did you call me earlier?" I say while pulling out of the driveway.
"What? When?" she looks over at me.
"When you were trying to get my attention, you called me Harry, then you called me something else."
"Hazz?"
"Yeah, I like that." I say smiling, I look over at her and she's smiling too.
"How long is the drive to the airport?" she asks as I'm turning out of her neighborhood.
"Ummm, almost 2 hours I think." I check the clock, it's almost 11:00am now. "Our flight leaves at 3:00pm."
"Alright, how long is it?" she asks as she fixes her top so it doesn't show as much cleavage, not like I minded though.
"Well we're doing a 2 way. We fly from here, which is New York incase you forgot," she swats me on the arm. "Ow, anyways, we fly from here to Asheville, North Carolina, which is an hour and a half, give or take a few. We have a 2 hour delay, and then we fly from North Carolina to Orlando Florida which is a little over an hour. I was going to do a one way but I like the idea of looking around Asheville with you."
"Time spent with you is time well spent." she says.
"I couldn't agree more."
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Ariana's POV
Our 2 hour and 11 minute drive, including stops, consisted of bad knock knock jokes from Harry, me singing to the radio, Harry complaining about bad drivers, and us just talking about, well, us.
He told me this story about his mom, his favorite memory of her.
"We were at the beach, her and I, I was only 11. Jason wasn't even born yet. My mom was beautiful, unconventionally beautiful. She had tan skin and dark brown hair that was a little past her shoulders. That day she had it up in a messy bun," he sneaked a glance at me, "like how yours is right now."
"We were at the beach and she had a green swimsuit that matched her eyes and some roman sandals on. I just had some blue swim shorts on, and my hair wasn't nearly this long and luscious," and I laughed which made him smile, "We spent hours in the ocean and walked around for a while. I remember she bought me ice cream and let me take pictures of her doing silly poses with her camera. Anyways, we were there for two days, she booked a hotel room for just the two of us. I was never really close with my dad but for some reason it was like he was never there, this sounds terrible but especially that weekend. It was like he didn't even exist to me. The way I explained that weekend gives the actual experience no justice."
"No, no," I responded, "it sounds beautiful."
And it did, I could just imagine her in her swimsuit, posing as a young Harry snaps a picture of her. The perfect picture as the waves were in the background.
As we're unloading the car I pause for a minute.
"Harry," I ask, "did your mom have a dimple?"
"Yeah," he looks up at me, "she did. That was one of my favorite things about her. When she would smile and flash her dimple."
I nod and go back to unloading the car, reimagining what Harry's mom looked like now that I know that she had a dimple.
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Joan's [Ariana's mom] POV
It's been a couple hours since I've said goodbye to Harry and Ariana, so I decide to call.
"Hello, my lovely mommy," Ariana says in a singsong voice.
"Hey sweetie, how is it going?"
"Good, we just got to the airport a couple of minutes ago. We're unloading the car now."
"Oh, alright. I just wanted to call to make sure you guys are doing okay and that you got there safely."
"Yeah mom, we're fine," she says sweetly.
"Okay, Hun. Just be sure to call before your plane leaves."
"Alright mom, love you."
"I love you, too." and I hang up the phone with tears in my eyes.
I thank God for Harry everyday. Before he came around Ariana was always self conscious about everything. Which is uncommon for a model, but that's one of the reasons I brought up modeling. She always shied away from physical contact and I don't know why. Whenever I would ask her she would have a different excuse each time.
"It's just that I'm hot" or "I'm not feeling too well, I don't want to get you sick" but most of the time it was "I just don't want to be touched right now, don't take it personally" which was always the hardest to hear because I'm her mom, I always take things personally.
As a mom I feel like I should know why she doesn't like being touched and the all the little things like that, but she's always been reserved.
Once Harry came around she became a bit brighter and smiled a lot more. I don't know what he did to her, but she's so much better now. I've always felt bad about my divorce with her father, I think that's what got her to become self conscious. When I came back to get her the next day she was scared, she was trembling and looked like she didn't sleep at all.
I asked my brother if anything happened and he said, "No, I'm not sure why she's acting like that." And that was that.
So I took her to the doctor's to find out what was wrong with her, they couldn't find anything so I tried not to worry about it but it still was sitting in the back of my head.
I realized I didn't have to worry about it anymore when I met Harry. I could already see a big difference, a good difference.
He asked me if I had a problem with him going to Orlando with Ariana about a month ago. I obviously didn't so I said no. While Ariana was at one of her shoots we went out for lunch and talked about all the details and planned out all the flights.
I offered to pay for things but he waved me off, he said he'd been saving up for a while. Said he didn't mind doing this for Ari. My baby, she grew up right in front of my eyes and I didn't even notice.
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Ariana's POV
"Who was that?" Harry asks as we walk towards the airport.
"My mom," I reply. "Just calling in to make sure everything was okay. What time is it?"
"Um, 1:32pm," Harry says after he checks his watch.
"You said our flight leaves at 3:00pm?"
"That is what I said," he answers and I giggle.
"Okay," we enter the airport. "I haven't been to an airport in years." I say while looking around me. It smells like stale coffee and cellphones.
"Me either." Harry states. I feel his eyes on me as we walk to our terminal.
"Harry," I say and we both stop.
"Is everything okay?" He asks.
"Yeah, I just, thank you. So much. For this," I pause, "and for everything else."
Instead of a reply, he pulls me in for a long kiss. My fingers find his hair, and we stay like this until my phone rings.
"Oh my gosh." I groan.
"Who is it?" Harry asks with his lips that are more pink and plump than usual.
"My mom," she always does this.
"Well, answer it," he smirks.
I click answer. "Hello?"
"Hi hun! I just wanted to say I love you."
"I love you, too mom." I sigh, "We have to get going though, I'll call you when we land."
"Alright, darling, love you."
"Love you, too." I say and we hang up.
Harry looks at me with a big smile and nods his head towards some empty seats near our terminal.
"C'mon," he grabs my hand, "we gotta go to Disneyland."
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Author's Note
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