SAY SOMETHING
Chapter 12
Harry’s POV
“Annie.” I whispered as I tried to wake Annie sleeping on the center counsel of the beater car the boys and I were using. “Annie.” I whispered a little louder. I saw her stir, “Annie, love we’re back at your gallery.” I said. She turned her head towards the sound of my voice and opened her eyes. Our eyes immediately met and butterflies erupted in my stomach when I was able to admire the perfection of Annie’s ocean blue eyes. She slowly lifted her head and my smile instantly vanished when I saw her gaze become unfocused and then she rested her palm on her forehead. “You okay?” I asked, but I wished I could just tell her exactly how I was feeling and that was that I was terrified for her.
“Yeah…Yeah I’m fine. My head just… kills.” She grunted and put her head to her forehead again.
“Here let me help you.” I decided and quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and unlatched the door before I nearly fell onto the pavement. I jogged quickly over to Annie’s door and opened it fast enough to not startle her fragile body. I reached over her torso and was perfectly aware of her watching my every move as I grazed her stomach with my hand before I unbuckled her seatbelt. After I had retracted my arm I held my hand out for her to grab and use to steady herself as she stepped out of the car.
She glanced at my hand and then back at me. “It’s okay I can do it.” She said and I rolled my eyes at her stubbornness when she wasn’t looking. She latched each hand onto the sides of the car and swung one of her legs out followed by the other. When she pulled herself to a standing position I felt my heart lurch when I saw her face pail despite her triumphant grin. “Ah..” She breathed as she placed her palm on her forehead again and I almost screamed when she started to fall over.
“Annie!” I reached out my arm and latched it around her waist to catch her before she fell, and used my other hand on her hip to stand her back up again. She looked awful. “Are you okay?” I squeaked through the knot growing in my throat.
“Yeah…” She breathed and she refused to open her eyes. Maybe it hurt too much?
“Can you walk?” I asked trying desperately to get my voice back.
“Yes, Harry for goodness sake I’m not even that bad.” She said and I almost thought she was being sarcastic. I rose an eyebrow at her though she still hadn’t opened her eyes.
She attempted to take a step forward and she almost fell over again. “Annie!” I breathed, “Let me help you.” I insisted when I stood her back up again. The funny things about Annie, is that she automatically assumes that a couple years of silence will make me forget everything I know about her. She’s so worried about how strong she will appear to me even though she looks like a twig that the wind could snap with ease; her body looked so weak and pale and my heart hurt for her so much.
“Harry, I don’t need your help okay?!” She yelled and her never failing stubbornness filled me with rage. Why can’t she just be vulnerable for me to at least help her not hurt anymore?
“Dammit Annie! I know what you’re trying to do okay! I know you better than that! Now kill your fucking ego and let me help you so you don’t hurt yourself anymore!” I yelled and she finally opened her eyes and searched my face. I could tell my words hurt her, but she really needed to be told that. However, guilt immediately filled my heart. I didn’t want to be cross with her. I didn’t want to yell at her when she was already so fragile.
“Harry—“ She croaked but she finished her sentence with a gasp when I swiftly swooped her up bridal style. My heart was pounding against my chest and I was praying she couldn’t hear it or feel it.
“Relax Annie. Don’t strain yourself okay?” I pleaded in a soft whisper to make sure I wouldn’t break her any further. She nodded still in her shock from my boldness and wrapped her arms around me before she rested her head on my shoulder. I felt her take in a breath and I could have sworn I felt a tear soak into my black t-shirt. I was surprised and relieved in a sense to realize that she still wore the rose and orange perfume that had become such a comfort to me, and smelling it on the strands of her hair that tickled the bottom of my chin as I carried her simply brought me back to those memories in my life.
We reached the door to Annie’s apartment and I walked her to her bed and laid her down as gently as I could before I grabbed one of the pillows on the other side. I lifted her head and squeezed the pillow underneath her and then grabbed the blanket folded over the edge and draped it over her fragile little body. I took the small pad of paper and pen next to Annie’s pen and jotted down my cellphone number so that she would have it when I left incase she needed anything….or anyone…
My heart was still racing in my chest as the memories from my old life with her flooded my mind. We were so happy and I still couldn’t believe how quickly the dynamic had changed. It frightened me that we still hadn’t talked about what went down between us the night we split. I just wanted to move on from it because I felt like it was pretty clear that we couldn’t live without each other by our sides.
I shook the thoughts out of my head as I walked over to Annie’s kitchen and opened each cabinet until I found a cup. I opened the medicine bottles that the doctor had prescribed and took the now full glass of water back into Annie’s bedroom with me.
“Here Annie, you should take these now.” I said and she reached out her hands and lifted her head as she popped the pills into her mouth and quickly chased them with water. I took the cup back out of her hand and placed it on the nightstand. “Do you think you’ll need anything else love?” I asked.
She shook her head as her stunning ocean eyes searched my face. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Alright well…” I paused trying to find the right words to say. I just wanted to tell her exactly how much my heart was hurting for her, and that I thought my life was over when I saw how much that bastard had hurt her. “I left my number on the nightstand incase you need to call anyone. I’ll come by in a second if you need anything. I can cancel whatever I have going on with the boys, they’ll understand and makeup some excuse for me.”
“Thank you Harry.” She breathed and I smiled weakly and nodded at her, unable to form another sentence without fear of spilling everything to her. I turned to walk out the door when Annie said, “Wait! Harry!” And my heart lurched as I turned back around to face her. My heart hurt again when I saw tears rim her eyes as she said, “Can you stay with me tonight?” My eyes widened with admiration and my stomach erupted with butterflies. “Please?” She begged which made my heart hurt even more. “I don’t want to be alone tonight. I’m scared.” It took every ounce of strength in my body not rush over to her and fold her neatly in my embrace so that she would always feel protected and I would never let her go.
“Y—Yeah,” I croaked around the knot growing in my throat. “Of course I can.”
She patted the bed next to her and I felt my eyes widen again. I hadn’t expected her to want me to actually sleep next to her, but I wasn’t complaining. I just wanted to be near her and be with her and comfort her because she was so fragile and vulnerable. I walked to the other side of the bed and took my brown boots off before I pulled my black t-shirt over my head. Sleeping in skinny jeans didn’t exactly sound ideal, but I figured she wouldn’t like me being in my boxers. I turned back around and noticed her examining the various tattoos that decorated my chest, abdomen, and arms and I was self-conscious for a second. What if she didn’t like them? But then I saw the admiration in her eyes and the way her eyes lit up when she studied them and my heart raced again for a second.
I lifted the covers on my side of the bed and settled myself next to her and stared up at the ceiling like she was doing. I could feel my hands tingling with the anticipation of just being able to hold her. Déjà vu washed over me and I almost laughed at thinking of the stupid games Annie and I used to play while laying on her bed in London when we were bored, but refused to go home because we just wanted to be together.
I couldn’t take myself any longer. I gave into my temptation and turned my gaze toward her. “Do you want me to hold you?” I whispered and my heart raced so fast because I was so afraid of her rejecting me. I released the tension building in my shoulders when I saw Annie’s eyes rim with tears as she kept her gaze on the ceiling. She nodded quickly and I had to keep myself from letting out the breath that I had apparently been holding. She turned toward me as I snaked my hand under her hair. I wrapped my other arm around her waist and pulled her against me. The smell of her rose and orange perfume engulfed my nose as she nuzzled herself into my chest.
My heart hurt so much for her when her body started to jerk from her attempts to stifle her sobs, and then I felt her tears soak into my shirt, but I didn’t dare say anything. All I wanted to do was this; I just wanted to be there for her and be the man that protects her and makes her feel better when she’s down. “Shhh.” I soothed as I rubbed her back in small circles. “It’s okay Annie. I’ve got you. Everything is going to be okay.” I whispered and she moved her hands to cover her face as she cried harder. Tears rimmed my eyes when I realized just how lost she must be.
“I—I’m such an idiot.” She croaked when she had collected herself enough to speak, but she was still crying so hard.
My heart ached even more. I didn’t want her to think that way, because we’ve all made mistakes in our lives. “Don’t say that.” I said.
“I can’t believe I fell for an ass hole like that.” She said.
“You can’t always control how you feel Annie.” I reasoned and she shook her head against my chest.
“I should’ve broken up with him when he said you disrespect women and is a player. I should’ve known then.” She said almost to herself and I flinched at her words. Why does everyone assume that I’m a player and that I disrespect women? Just because the media writes something doesn’t make it true… I’d never disrespect or objectify women…
There was so much that I wanted to say to her statement but I ended up whispering, “You talked about me?”
“It’s not like he doesn’t know who you are Harry.” She said and I decided not to respond to that. I really didn’t want to talk about how much her jackass of a boyfriend doesn’t like me when he doesn’t even know who I am or what I stand for, let alone the fact that she stayed with him afterwards. “Harry?” She mumbled into my chest and my heart skipped a beat as her beautiful accent decorated the sound of my name.
“Yeah love?”
“I’m really glad I don’t have to be alone tonight.” She said and for the thousandth time my heart ached.
I just wish I could tell her that if she said she needed me, I’d never leave her side. I’d fly across the world for her even if she just needed my shoulder to cry on. “Get some sleep Annie.” I said defeating myself and my crazy emotions for this girl. I gave into my overbearing temptation and kissed the top of her head.
Annie’s POV
I woke up the next morning to the LA sun streaming in from my bedroom windows, the curtains billowing in the light breeze. I looked up at the ceiling and stretched my arms toward the wall above my head. I looked over to where Harry should have been and my heart stopped for a second when I saw that he wasn’t by my side anymore. I sat up slowly and stared at the imprint that Harry had left there. It was too good to be true, and I didn’t want myself giving into him so easily and pretend like nothing is wrong… when my heart still aches with his stinging words on the night we split. I had to be stronger despite my ever-growing feelings for this now dangerous and glamorous version of the curly haired kid I’d fallen in love with so many years ago.
I rested my hand on my temple and took in a long breath as I felt the stitching. This is going to be a hard recovery, because every time I look at my temple or feel it, I’m reminded of what Peter did to me. My eyes were still glued on the spot on my bed where Harry had been laying and was startled when I heard clattering come from my kitchen.
I felt my eyebrows knit into a frown and I cautiously pulled the covers off of my legs. I stepped onto my hardwood floor, my eyes unmoving from my slightly open bedroom door. I tiptoed over to it careful to make no sound. What if Harry had left and Peter had come back…
I walked over to my closet and grabbed one of my high-heeled shoes, unfortunately the only thing that could really protect me. (Yeah, I’m one of those people now.) I walked back out to my bedroom door and when I flung it open quietly I didn’t see anyone. However, I heard a commotion of noise in my pantry so I tiptoed over to it. I glanced at the island and saw an array of ingredients like eggs, milk, butter, vanilla, etc. I stopped in my tracks, a small smile playing on my face as countless memories washed over me.
Just then the door shut and Harry was standing there holding flour and sugar and several other things. “Jesus!” He yelled when he saw me standing just on the other side of the door. He still didn’t have a shirt on so he was walking around in black skinny jeans and I had to be honest… he was really attractive….. He glanced at the shoe in my hand. “What exactly are you doing with that Annie?” He chuckled.
I shrugged chucking it back into my room. “I thought you were an assassin or Peter so I needed a weapon.”
Harry let out his distinct laughter and I felt myself flinch with the joy of hearing it in person again. I looked over at him and studied his tattoos as he brought the ingredients over to the island. I felt my cheeks warm. “Oh Annie, you really haven’t changed much.” He said still chuckling. Harry began throwing ingredients into bowls and mixed things as he talked to me. “How’s your head?” He asked.
My fingers instantly flew to my temple out of habit. “It doesn’t really hurt physically,” I paused, “Just emotionally.” I whispered.
He looked back up at me and stopped stirring. “Annie,” He paused and I looked up to see his emerald eyes searching my face. “Annie, please don’t give that bastard the time of day. He doesn’t deserve you. He took advantage of how perfect you are and that’s not fair.”
His words washed over me like a hot shower and I swore I was going to start crying. Does he really still think that about me… “Harry—“
“Just promise me you won’t give him anything. He hasn’t done anything to earn that from you.” He said and I could hear his voice becoming more hostile. I nodded slowly still stunned into silence.
“Wow.” I breathed as I took a bite of the pancakes that I hadn’t realized I missed so much.
“I guess I haven’t lost my touch huh?” He chuckled across from me.
“Not at all.” I laughed and stuck another bite in my mouth.
When we were finished eating he took my plate from me and rinsed them in the sink before he stuck them in the dishwasher.
“Want to watch a film?” He said looking over his shoulder and I laughed.
“You going to pick another chick flick Styles?” I challenged.
“Only if you let me pick!” He laughed as he walked back over to the island. Just then his phone started ringing in his pocket and I was instantly snapped out of my trance and brought back to reality. I had to stop pretending like everything was the same because it couldn’t be more different. “Hello?” He said quietly after he glanced at the caller ID. “No, I’m not at the hotel.” He said almost annoyed as he walked toward my bedroom and closed the door part way. I gave into my temptation and walked over to the door so I could listen. “I know we have an interview in an hour, but—Paul, I got that—I know. Paul, I’m with Annie—Paul—Fine.” He said defeated and I heard his iPhone click off. He opened the door again, but didn’t seem surprised to see me standing there.
“Duty calls?” I laughed. He nodded slowly. I punched his shoulder lightly. “It’s okay. I understand.” I said and his shoulders relaxed.
“I’m sorry Annie—“
“Don’t apologize Harry,” I started, “ You’ve done a ton for me in the past couple days.” He nodded and walked to the other side of my bed and grabbed his shirt and his shoes. He walked back over to me. I snaked my arms around his ribcage and pulled him into a hug. He seemed taken aback at first because it took him a second to wrap his arms around me and pull me harder against him. He released himself a couple seconds later. “My number is still on your bedside table okay?” He whispered and I nodded unable to speak around the knot in my throat.
Harry stepped around me and walked out of my apartment door and with that… he was gone again…
“Annie.” I whispered as I tried to wake Annie sleeping on the center counsel of the beater car the boys and I were using. “Annie.” I whispered a little louder. I saw her stir, “Annie, love we’re back at your gallery.” I said. She turned her head towards the sound of my voice and opened her eyes. Our eyes immediately met and butterflies erupted in my stomach when I was able to admire the perfection of Annie’s ocean blue eyes. She slowly lifted her head and my smile instantly vanished when I saw her gaze become unfocused and then she rested her palm on her forehead. “You okay?” I asked, but I wished I could just tell her exactly how I was feeling and that was that I was terrified for her.
“Yeah…Yeah I’m fine. My head just… kills.” She grunted and put her head to her forehead again.
“Here let me help you.” I decided and quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and unlatched the door before I nearly fell onto the pavement. I jogged quickly over to Annie’s door and opened it fast enough to not startle her fragile body. I reached over her torso and was perfectly aware of her watching my every move as I grazed her stomach with my hand before I unbuckled her seatbelt. After I had retracted my arm I held my hand out for her to grab and use to steady herself as she stepped out of the car.
She glanced at my hand and then back at me. “It’s okay I can do it.” She said and I rolled my eyes at her stubbornness when she wasn’t looking. She latched each hand onto the sides of the car and swung one of her legs out followed by the other. When she pulled herself to a standing position I felt my heart lurch when I saw her face pail despite her triumphant grin. “Ah..” She breathed as she placed her palm on her forehead again and I almost screamed when she started to fall over.
“Annie!” I reached out my arm and latched it around her waist to catch her before she fell, and used my other hand on her hip to stand her back up again. She looked awful. “Are you okay?” I squeaked through the knot growing in my throat.
“Yeah…” She breathed and she refused to open her eyes. Maybe it hurt too much?
“Can you walk?” I asked trying desperately to get my voice back.
“Yes, Harry for goodness sake I’m not even that bad.” She said and I almost thought she was being sarcastic. I rose an eyebrow at her though she still hadn’t opened her eyes.
She attempted to take a step forward and she almost fell over again. “Annie!” I breathed, “Let me help you.” I insisted when I stood her back up again. The funny things about Annie, is that she automatically assumes that a couple years of silence will make me forget everything I know about her. She’s so worried about how strong she will appear to me even though she looks like a twig that the wind could snap with ease; her body looked so weak and pale and my heart hurt for her so much.
“Harry, I don’t need your help okay?!” She yelled and her never failing stubbornness filled me with rage. Why can’t she just be vulnerable for me to at least help her not hurt anymore?
“Dammit Annie! I know what you’re trying to do okay! I know you better than that! Now kill your fucking ego and let me help you so you don’t hurt yourself anymore!” I yelled and she finally opened her eyes and searched my face. I could tell my words hurt her, but she really needed to be told that. However, guilt immediately filled my heart. I didn’t want to be cross with her. I didn’t want to yell at her when she was already so fragile.
“Harry—“ She croaked but she finished her sentence with a gasp when I swiftly swooped her up bridal style. My heart was pounding against my chest and I was praying she couldn’t hear it or feel it.
“Relax Annie. Don’t strain yourself okay?” I pleaded in a soft whisper to make sure I wouldn’t break her any further. She nodded still in her shock from my boldness and wrapped her arms around me before she rested her head on my shoulder. I felt her take in a breath and I could have sworn I felt a tear soak into my black t-shirt. I was surprised and relieved in a sense to realize that she still wore the rose and orange perfume that had become such a comfort to me, and smelling it on the strands of her hair that tickled the bottom of my chin as I carried her simply brought me back to those memories in my life.
We reached the door to Annie’s apartment and I walked her to her bed and laid her down as gently as I could before I grabbed one of the pillows on the other side. I lifted her head and squeezed the pillow underneath her and then grabbed the blanket folded over the edge and draped it over her fragile little body. I took the small pad of paper and pen next to Annie’s pen and jotted down my cellphone number so that she would have it when I left incase she needed anything….or anyone…
My heart was still racing in my chest as the memories from my old life with her flooded my mind. We were so happy and I still couldn’t believe how quickly the dynamic had changed. It frightened me that we still hadn’t talked about what went down between us the night we split. I just wanted to move on from it because I felt like it was pretty clear that we couldn’t live without each other by our sides.
I shook the thoughts out of my head as I walked over to Annie’s kitchen and opened each cabinet until I found a cup. I opened the medicine bottles that the doctor had prescribed and took the now full glass of water back into Annie’s bedroom with me.
“Here Annie, you should take these now.” I said and she reached out her hands and lifted her head as she popped the pills into her mouth and quickly chased them with water. I took the cup back out of her hand and placed it on the nightstand. “Do you think you’ll need anything else love?” I asked.
She shook her head as her stunning ocean eyes searched my face. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Alright well…” I paused trying to find the right words to say. I just wanted to tell her exactly how much my heart was hurting for her, and that I thought my life was over when I saw how much that bastard had hurt her. “I left my number on the nightstand incase you need to call anyone. I’ll come by in a second if you need anything. I can cancel whatever I have going on with the boys, they’ll understand and makeup some excuse for me.”
“Thank you Harry.” She breathed and I smiled weakly and nodded at her, unable to form another sentence without fear of spilling everything to her. I turned to walk out the door when Annie said, “Wait! Harry!” And my heart lurched as I turned back around to face her. My heart hurt again when I saw tears rim her eyes as she said, “Can you stay with me tonight?” My eyes widened with admiration and my stomach erupted with butterflies. “Please?” She begged which made my heart hurt even more. “I don’t want to be alone tonight. I’m scared.” It took every ounce of strength in my body not rush over to her and fold her neatly in my embrace so that she would always feel protected and I would never let her go.
“Y—Yeah,” I croaked around the knot growing in my throat. “Of course I can.”
She patted the bed next to her and I felt my eyes widen again. I hadn’t expected her to want me to actually sleep next to her, but I wasn’t complaining. I just wanted to be near her and be with her and comfort her because she was so fragile and vulnerable. I walked to the other side of the bed and took my brown boots off before I pulled my black t-shirt over my head. Sleeping in skinny jeans didn’t exactly sound ideal, but I figured she wouldn’t like me being in my boxers. I turned back around and noticed her examining the various tattoos that decorated my chest, abdomen, and arms and I was self-conscious for a second. What if she didn’t like them? But then I saw the admiration in her eyes and the way her eyes lit up when she studied them and my heart raced again for a second.
I lifted the covers on my side of the bed and settled myself next to her and stared up at the ceiling like she was doing. I could feel my hands tingling with the anticipation of just being able to hold her. Déjà vu washed over me and I almost laughed at thinking of the stupid games Annie and I used to play while laying on her bed in London when we were bored, but refused to go home because we just wanted to be together.
I couldn’t take myself any longer. I gave into my temptation and turned my gaze toward her. “Do you want me to hold you?” I whispered and my heart raced so fast because I was so afraid of her rejecting me. I released the tension building in my shoulders when I saw Annie’s eyes rim with tears as she kept her gaze on the ceiling. She nodded quickly and I had to keep myself from letting out the breath that I had apparently been holding. She turned toward me as I snaked my hand under her hair. I wrapped my other arm around her waist and pulled her against me. The smell of her rose and orange perfume engulfed my nose as she nuzzled herself into my chest.
My heart hurt so much for her when her body started to jerk from her attempts to stifle her sobs, and then I felt her tears soak into my shirt, but I didn’t dare say anything. All I wanted to do was this; I just wanted to be there for her and be the man that protects her and makes her feel better when she’s down. “Shhh.” I soothed as I rubbed her back in small circles. “It’s okay Annie. I’ve got you. Everything is going to be okay.” I whispered and she moved her hands to cover her face as she cried harder. Tears rimmed my eyes when I realized just how lost she must be.
“I—I’m such an idiot.” She croaked when she had collected herself enough to speak, but she was still crying so hard.
My heart ached even more. I didn’t want her to think that way, because we’ve all made mistakes in our lives. “Don’t say that.” I said.
“I can’t believe I fell for an ass hole like that.” She said.
“You can’t always control how you feel Annie.” I reasoned and she shook her head against my chest.
“I should’ve broken up with him when he said you disrespect women and is a player. I should’ve known then.” She said almost to herself and I flinched at her words. Why does everyone assume that I’m a player and that I disrespect women? Just because the media writes something doesn’t make it true… I’d never disrespect or objectify women…
There was so much that I wanted to say to her statement but I ended up whispering, “You talked about me?”
“It’s not like he doesn’t know who you are Harry.” She said and I decided not to respond to that. I really didn’t want to talk about how much her jackass of a boyfriend doesn’t like me when he doesn’t even know who I am or what I stand for, let alone the fact that she stayed with him afterwards. “Harry?” She mumbled into my chest and my heart skipped a beat as her beautiful accent decorated the sound of my name.
“Yeah love?”
“I’m really glad I don’t have to be alone tonight.” She said and for the thousandth time my heart ached.
I just wish I could tell her that if she said she needed me, I’d never leave her side. I’d fly across the world for her even if she just needed my shoulder to cry on. “Get some sleep Annie.” I said defeating myself and my crazy emotions for this girl. I gave into my overbearing temptation and kissed the top of her head.
Annie’s POV
I woke up the next morning to the LA sun streaming in from my bedroom windows, the curtains billowing in the light breeze. I looked up at the ceiling and stretched my arms toward the wall above my head. I looked over to where Harry should have been and my heart stopped for a second when I saw that he wasn’t by my side anymore. I sat up slowly and stared at the imprint that Harry had left there. It was too good to be true, and I didn’t want myself giving into him so easily and pretend like nothing is wrong… when my heart still aches with his stinging words on the night we split. I had to be stronger despite my ever-growing feelings for this now dangerous and glamorous version of the curly haired kid I’d fallen in love with so many years ago.
I rested my hand on my temple and took in a long breath as I felt the stitching. This is going to be a hard recovery, because every time I look at my temple or feel it, I’m reminded of what Peter did to me. My eyes were still glued on the spot on my bed where Harry had been laying and was startled when I heard clattering come from my kitchen.
I felt my eyebrows knit into a frown and I cautiously pulled the covers off of my legs. I stepped onto my hardwood floor, my eyes unmoving from my slightly open bedroom door. I tiptoed over to it careful to make no sound. What if Harry had left and Peter had come back…
I walked over to my closet and grabbed one of my high-heeled shoes, unfortunately the only thing that could really protect me. (Yeah, I’m one of those people now.) I walked back out to my bedroom door and when I flung it open quietly I didn’t see anyone. However, I heard a commotion of noise in my pantry so I tiptoed over to it. I glanced at the island and saw an array of ingredients like eggs, milk, butter, vanilla, etc. I stopped in my tracks, a small smile playing on my face as countless memories washed over me.
Just then the door shut and Harry was standing there holding flour and sugar and several other things. “Jesus!” He yelled when he saw me standing just on the other side of the door. He still didn’t have a shirt on so he was walking around in black skinny jeans and I had to be honest… he was really attractive….. He glanced at the shoe in my hand. “What exactly are you doing with that Annie?” He chuckled.
I shrugged chucking it back into my room. “I thought you were an assassin or Peter so I needed a weapon.”
Harry let out his distinct laughter and I felt myself flinch with the joy of hearing it in person again. I looked over at him and studied his tattoos as he brought the ingredients over to the island. I felt my cheeks warm. “Oh Annie, you really haven’t changed much.” He said still chuckling. Harry began throwing ingredients into bowls and mixed things as he talked to me. “How’s your head?” He asked.
My fingers instantly flew to my temple out of habit. “It doesn’t really hurt physically,” I paused, “Just emotionally.” I whispered.
He looked back up at me and stopped stirring. “Annie,” He paused and I looked up to see his emerald eyes searching my face. “Annie, please don’t give that bastard the time of day. He doesn’t deserve you. He took advantage of how perfect you are and that’s not fair.”
His words washed over me like a hot shower and I swore I was going to start crying. Does he really still think that about me… “Harry—“
“Just promise me you won’t give him anything. He hasn’t done anything to earn that from you.” He said and I could hear his voice becoming more hostile. I nodded slowly still stunned into silence.
“Wow.” I breathed as I took a bite of the pancakes that I hadn’t realized I missed so much.
“I guess I haven’t lost my touch huh?” He chuckled across from me.
“Not at all.” I laughed and stuck another bite in my mouth.
When we were finished eating he took my plate from me and rinsed them in the sink before he stuck them in the dishwasher.
“Want to watch a film?” He said looking over his shoulder and I laughed.
“You going to pick another chick flick Styles?” I challenged.
“Only if you let me pick!” He laughed as he walked back over to the island. Just then his phone started ringing in his pocket and I was instantly snapped out of my trance and brought back to reality. I had to stop pretending like everything was the same because it couldn’t be more different. “Hello?” He said quietly after he glanced at the caller ID. “No, I’m not at the hotel.” He said almost annoyed as he walked toward my bedroom and closed the door part way. I gave into my temptation and walked over to the door so I could listen. “I know we have an interview in an hour, but—Paul, I got that—I know. Paul, I’m with Annie—Paul—Fine.” He said defeated and I heard his iPhone click off. He opened the door again, but didn’t seem surprised to see me standing there.
“Duty calls?” I laughed. He nodded slowly. I punched his shoulder lightly. “It’s okay. I understand.” I said and his shoulders relaxed.
“I’m sorry Annie—“
“Don’t apologize Harry,” I started, “ You’ve done a ton for me in the past couple days.” He nodded and walked to the other side of my bed and grabbed his shirt and his shoes. He walked back over to me. I snaked my arms around his ribcage and pulled him into a hug. He seemed taken aback at first because it took him a second to wrap his arms around me and pull me harder against him. He released himself a couple seconds later. “My number is still on your bedside table okay?” He whispered and I nodded unable to speak around the knot in my throat.
Harry stepped around me and walked out of my apartment door and with that… he was gone again…
Notes
Hello lovelies!! So this is my last update for like the next month because tomorrow i'm leaving on a 19 day hiking trip OMG!! Thanks for still reading this and giving me feedback I really love seeing it still :) I wanted to give you Harry's POV so I hope you like it!
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Questions:
When will Annie and Harry finally talk about what happened between them?
Is Peter truly out of the picture?
GUYS THE 1D CONCERT WAS EVERYTHING IVE EVER DREAMED IT WOULD BE AND OMG I WAS CRYING SO HARD AND AHHHHH IT WAS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE OMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!
Inspirational Quote: "Forget all the reasons why it won't work and believe the one reason why it will." <3
LOVE YOU GUYS I WILL MISS YOU!!
~JoseyWhite
This is amazing omg
11/6/16