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.

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8. Stay

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. I wiped the steam off the mirror, looking at my reflection. My wet, blonde hair framed my face. It fell down to the middle of my back, clinging on to the towel. My green eyes gazed at my face, mentally tracing every feature, from my small pink lips, to my perfectly plucked eyebrows, to my petite nose in the center of my face. My hands gripped the edge of the sink. One of my nails had chipped and I stared at it, reminding myself of how broken I was. I collapsed to the floor, hitting my head on the wall, making a loud thump.

I heard footsteps outside of the door. Someone knocked, before entering. I didn't look, but gentle hands slowly helped me up. "Anna, are you alright?"

My head was hurting, but the rest of me was fine. I looked at Liam, his brown eyes staring into mine. "No," I cried. 

He held me in his arms as I cried. "C'mon," he said, leading me out of the bathroom and down the hall. He led me into one of the other spare bedrooms and sat me on the bed. He then went to the dresser and pulled out a shirt, a pair of sweatpants, and a pair of his briefs. He walked over to the door and shut it quietly. He politely turned so I could change. 

I slipped on his clothes, feeling comfortable again.He turned around and walked towards the bed. He stood hovering above me, saying nothing. 

"I think I should leave the house," I said finally.

He didn't respond, allowing me to continue,"I shouldn't have even moved in. I brought too much drama. You guys probably think I'm a slut. I don't even know why I came here in the first place. It was a ba-"

"Shut up," he interjected.

I looked at him, shocked. He squatted down to where we were eye level.

"Why would you leave. Are you an idiot? Can you not see how much we love you? You're like our baby sister that we want to protect no matter what. It doesn't matter who you've slept with. No one cares. We love you regardless." He placed a rather large hand on my thigh and looked straight at me. "Don't leave. This is your home right now. And who knows." he stood up."Maybe you'll actually live here and go to Uni right here in London." he smiled at me and left the room.

Once he left, I thought about it. I could apply to a university here and live with Harry and Lou. Or I could get my own flat. I don't know how my dad would feel about it, though. Staying in the city where my mother lived. Bad idea. But Liam had got me thinking. Maybe I could. 

I stood up and left the room. I heard yelling coming from the living room and went to go check it out. 

"Guys stop! Please!" Eleanor screamed from the corner.

She was crying hysterically as Niall held her.

Liam and Louis were trying to pry two of the boys off each other. I realized it was Zayn and Harry. Zayn sat atop Harry, punching him over and over. I heard myself scream and ran into the center of the living room. Harry was unconscious as Zayn repeated punch after punch. Liam tried to grab his arms, but Zayn elbowed him in the stomach sending him flailing to the ground.

Finally Louis pushed him off and dragged Harry out. Liam was pinning Zayn to the ground, gasping for air.

I was stunned, but I finally spoke,"Zayn..How could you..Why..Zayn.." tears escaped down my cheeks.

He looked at me. His right eye was swollen and he had a gash above his eyebrow.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU," I screamed. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT. I HATE YOU ZAYN MALIK!" I ran out of the room, crying.

I ran quickly up the stairs to Harry's room. As soon as I saw Harry, I screamed. I ran as fast as I could to his side. He was conscious now and groaned when he sat up. He had cut on his forehead and both of his eyes were pretty swollen up. There was a cut on his lip that was almost completely swollen as well. 

"Harry.."I gasped.

He tried to speak, but he couldn't.

"I am so sorry," I cried.

He placed a hand on my neck and put his forehead against mine. I grabbed his shirt and pulled myself closer to him. 

"I'll leave you two alone," Louis said, walking away.

"Harry.." I whispered.

I leaned down, pressing my lips against his. He groaned, but didn't protest. I pulled back and stood up. I went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel and ran it under the sink. I returned to Harry and started to clean his face.

He winced as it touched his skin, but he kept still. I went back to the bathroom and got some sleeping pills out of the medicine cabinet. I went back into the room. Harry was lying on his bed, his chest moving slowly up and down. I laid down next to him and placed my hand on his chest. I couldn't fall asleep, so I took the pills. Drowsiness took affect immediately and I dozed off.

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