A New Kind of Love

Rated R. Anna is visiting the city of London where she bumps into, none other than, Harry Styles. It seems fun at first, but as she is moved into the spotlight of fame, it seems to be too much. Fists are thrown. Words are said. Was it really a good idea to go to London?

This story contains graphic sexual content.


9. Don't Tell

A dreamy voice called my name from the distance. My eyes snapped open to find Harry positioned above me.

"Good you're awake," he smiled.

His face still looked pretty bad, but most of the swelling had gone down. His right eye was encircled in purple but his left eye was completely shut. The corner of his lip was scabbed and his forehead was wrapped in a bandage. 

I wiped the sleep away from my eyes and smiled up at him. 

"How are you feeling?" I asked him, my voice soft.

"Like shit," he laughed. "But I'll be fine. I have a slight concussion and I can't leave the house."

"Lucky me," I poked his bare stomach and giggled.

He smiled again and leaned down, pressing his lips against mine. My arms locked behind his neck, pulling him closer. His body folded against mine. I could feel his heart beat against my chest. I smiled to myself and he pulled back.

I whimpered as he stared at me. He ran his eyes over my body. All I wore were my panties. His eyes settled on my chest and he licked his lips. 

"You know, for only having one eye, you can see two things very well," I laughed. 

I slid off the bed and grabbed my robe off the floor, pulling it around me, tying it in a knot at the front. 

"You hungry?" I asked Harry, walking to the door.

He nodded and followed me into the hall.

He grabbed my hand and we walked down the stairs, to the kitchen.

We entered the kitchen to find Zayn with a girl. She was sitting on the counter, his hands on her waist and her legs wrapped tightly around him. Her hands were placed on his neck and they were kissing a little too passionately. He moved his lips from her mouth to her neck and she moaned.

I cleared my throat, interrupting them. 

They pulled apart and looked at us. Zayn had a bored look on his face, but her cheeks were bright red and she was staring at the marble counter. 

"Hi, I'm Anna," I said.

She looked up at me. She was quite pretty. "Perrie," she said.

"It's 9 o'clock in the morning, Zayn. A bit early for this, isn't it?" Harry asked from behind me.

Zayn just rolled his eyes and looked at our hands. I squeezed Harry's hand even tighter.

"I was about to make breakfast," I said, looking at Zayn. "Do you want something?"

"No, I don't," he glared at me and turned back to Perrie.

"Come on, let's go get something to eat," he said through clenched teeth.

She hopped off the counter and followed Zayn out of the door. "It was nice meeting you!" she called from the hallway.

The front door slammed shut and Harry and I looked at each other. "Well," he began. "That was awkward."

I laughed and let go of his hand, walking towards the kettle. I flipped the switch and the water began to boil. 

When it had finished, I made Harry and myself tea and we sat at the table. 

My hands wrapped around the cup and I stared at the brown liquid, steam rose from inside. 

Harry slurped his drink as we sat there in the silence. Footsteps interrupted the quiet and Liam walked into the kitchen. 

"'Morning!" he exclaimed, happily.

"You're happy this morning," Harry said to him, smiling.

"Danielle's coming over today!" he squealed.

"Danielle?" I asked.

"His girlfriend. She's a model," Harry explained to me.

"Oh okay," I said quietly.

Harry got up and stretched. "I'm gonna go take a shower, 'kay?" he said.

I nodded and he leaned over to kiss my forehead. "You can join me if you like," he whispered, giggling.

I smiled and looked up at him. "Later," I said.

He winked at me and walked upstairs.

I abruptly stood up and walked over to Liam.

"I missed my period," I blurted out.

He whirled around and stared at me. "What?"

"I think I'm pregnant," I said.

His mouth dropped and he looked at my stomach. "You're sure?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. It's been two weeks since I was supposed to get my period."

"Have you told Harry?" he asked in a hushed voice, looking behind me.

"No. I want to soon, though. Promise me you won't tell him, Liam," I said.

"I promise. Is it Harry's?" he said cautiously.

"Yeah. Zayn used a condom. Harry never does." I held back a smile.

"When are you going to tell him?" he asked.

"Soon. Maybe today. I need to be absolutely sure though." I said.

"I'll go get a pregnancy test," he said quickly.

"No, you don't have to do that." I grabbed his arm, keeping him from leaving.

"It's fine. Stay here with Harry. I'll be back in a little." He freed himself from my grip and left the house.



Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been going through some personal problems, but they've been resolved, so I'll go back to updating whenever I can. :)

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