Just An Option - A Harry Styles Fanfic.

Being bestfriends with Harry Styles may seem like a dream come true for most girls, but for Annabelle Hastings, it might be like living a nightmare.

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15. Chapter 14.

*Anna's P.O.V.*

I stared into his beautiful green eyes as he stared back into mine. There was something about those emarald orb-like eyes that put me under a spell. A spell that he didn't want to let me out of. A spell that I didn't want to get out of.

"What are you thinking about, love?" he asked in his deep husky voice that made the butterflies in my body flutter. "Nothing." I murmurred absentmindedly, reverting my attention to his big strong arms, tracing his tattoos. He gently lifted up my face to meet his gaze again. "Tell me what you're thinking about." he demanded, but not in a rude way. "I love you." I confessed. "I love you too." he said, coming closer to me. And then, everything went black.

What in the name of carrots just happened? What's happening?!

That question was soon answered by my alarm. Ugh, why am I dreaming about Harry? He's the last person I'd wanna dream about right now.

I huffed and got off my bed. Might as well start the day, I thought whilst walking into the bathroom.

I stared at myself in the mirror, and then at the cuts on my wrist. They were healing, ugh. I started scratching the scabs of off them furiously. I had this bad habit of picking on my scabs whenever I got hurt. Whenever I saw a scab on my body, I had this urge to scratch it off, regardless of whether or not the cut/wound had healed.

One of them was completely healed. Great. But the other one, however, started bleeding.

People who cut say that they get addicted to it. It's been 4 days, I haven't had the slightest urge to cut myself again, maybe because I was kinda content with the cuts I'd made. Until now.

I found the blades in the cabinet where I'd found them before and quickly made a few cuts and washed the blood off. I brushed my teeth and washed my face quickly.

I got out, pulling my sleeves down and walked down the stairs like a zombie.

"Morning!" Winnie chirped and I winced at the new sound level. How is she so loud today? "Hey." I grumbled. "Is something wrong, Anna?" Georgie asked, looking concerned. "No, just another weird dream, don't worry, I'll just go play some COD after this and forget all about it." I mumbled sleepily grabbing a cup of coffee. I was so sleepy right now, that all the pancakes on my plate looked so comfortable to sleep on.

"Aren't you gonna ask where Harry is?" Winnie asked as I began to cut through the extremely soft and pillow-like pancakes. "No, why?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. Why should I give a shit about where he is? Don't get me wrong, I care about Hary because he's my bestfriend, but I'm really pissed off at him. "No reason." she mumbled, looking back down at her food, deciding which to eat first.

*Winnie's P.O.V.*

Hmm, so I just asked Anna if she wanted to know where Harry was, and she didn't seem to care at all. She wasn't even the least bit interested.

What if she never liked Harry and realized what it would to do to her friendship with him if he ever found out that I tease her for liking him? Or what if she did like him, and doesn't like him anymore? I feel like I should talk to her about it, but then again, I might've been wrong all along. So, I guess the best thing to do is to stop teasing her like I used to.

I feel kinda bad, but she might get a little pissed off if I bring it up, and I might lose our friendship. That's a risk I wouldn't wanna take. Anna means a lot to me.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Harry's voice.

"I'm alive." he mumbled, sitting down at the dining table and squinting his eyes, looking for coffee. "Here," Georgie said, handing him a cuppa. "What's up with you now?" she asked, concern written all over her face. "Nothing, didn't sleep well." he mumbled loud enough for us to hear. "Is there something on your mind?" she questioned. "Yes, lots of things, in fact. Don't worry about me though, I'll handle it." he replied, smiling weakly at her.

Harry and Georgie always looked adorable with each other. I never understood why they act this way around each other, and are still bestfriends. There's definitely more to the story that none of us know about, there has to be.

I was snapped out of my thoughts once again, but this time, by a text. I pulled out my phone to check who it was.

1 text message from *Niall xx*

I felt my heart race as I read the text.

From *Niall xx* : Hey babe! I miss you xx

He misses me? He really misses me?

To *Niall xx* : Heyy! I miss you more :(

From *Niall xx* : Haha, fat chance! Anyway, I'm gonna come visit you next weekend, and you can come visit me the weekend after that, and we're all going out for dinner the weekend after that, so we'll decide accordingly then :)

Oh my God, he wasn't lying when he said that he was going to visit me. He didn't forget about me.

To *Niall xx* : Sounds great! :D

From *Niall xx* : A'ight! Gotta goo, Skype me later, babe xx

So, Niall will be here next weekend. I think I'm hyperventilating. Be cool, Winnie. Be cool. You're having breakfast with Harry, Georgie and Anna. You don't want to have another panic attack, do you?

"So, I'll be going home tonight." Harry said. "Alright." Anna replied, not looking up from her food. "Let's have a sleepover at your place soon, then." Georgie suggested. "Sure, Lou's gonna be here in a few days, so you guys can come then." Harry said, sipping on his coffee.

*Harry's P.O.V.*

Anna didn't seem to care when I said that I was going home tonight. I guess she's still mad at me. Sigh.

After finishing up breakfast, I decided to go talk to Anna.

"Hey. Can I talk to you?" I asked. "I'm listening." she replied without even looking at me. "Anna." "What, Harold?" she snapped, glaring at me. "I want to speak to you somewhere else. Not here." I spoke calmly, wishing she would listen to me. She simply walked out the front door and sat on the porch swing.

"What do you want?" she asked, looking up at me, emotionless. "I know that you're really mad at me," I started, but she cut me off. "You don't say." "Anna, I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking, but, I guess I asked you that stupid question because I didn't wanna break my promise to you." "It's a little late for that, don't you think?" she looked me, hurt written all over her face. I hate that she's hurting because of me. "I know, I'm so sorry. It's just, I love you, Anna. You're my bestfriend, I never want to lose you, or see you get hurt. The fact that I, of all people, hurt you is killing me. Please, forgive me." I pleaded. "Harry, I really hope you mean that, because it really hurt. It may not seem like a big deal to you, or anyone else for that matter, but it's a big deal to me." she said, on the verge of tears. "I really mean it, Anna. Please don't cry, I'm so sorry." I sat down beside her and pulled into my arms. "I'm sorry." I whispered.

I felt like the worst person in the world when I felt her sob into my t-shirt, making it wet in the process. I never meant to hurt her, I was being such an idiot, God. Now she's crying because of me.

"Please stop crying, Anna." I mumbled into her hair.

*Anna's P.O.V.*

I don't know why, I just couldn't stop crying. I don't know if it's because of the fact that in 2 years, I won't get to see him that often anymore, and he'll eventually forget about me, or because he really hurt me.

After about 15 minutes,my breathing finally got back to normal, but the tears were still streaming down my face.

"Anna, stop crying." he said sternly, pulling away from me. "I'm really sorry." his features softened as he looked at my tear-stricken face. "Please, forgive me." he pleaded. "I forgive you." I whispered weakly.

I could never be mad at Harry for so long. No matter how much he hurt me, he meant the world to me, and I loved him. Even if we fought with each other a billion times, I'd still forgive him, because there's just something about him that makes me forgive him. Maybe I can't live without him, or maybe that's just my weakness.

But whatever it was, I could never imagine my life without Harry. Even if we aren't going to same university like he promised, I know that he'd be part of my future, because he made that promise to me, and Georgie and Winnie made that promise to me too. We'd all promised each other that we'd spend the future with each other.

"So, are we good now?" he asked, smiling a little. "Yeah." I nodded, smiling. "Good, because I'm missed you, Annabanana." he said, pulling me in for a hug. "I missed you too, Hazzabear." I mumbled into his hard chest.

As we pulled away from each other and walked back into the house, I heard my my ringtone. I quickly ran upstairs to my room and picked up my phone without checking who it was.

"Hello?" I spoke into the phone.
"Hello, Anna?" I'd recognize that voice anywhere.
"Liam?" I asked, smiling.
"How are you?"
"I'm alright. What about you?"
"Same. I miss you, Annabear."
"I miss you too, LiLi."
"I'm gonna come visit you next weekend, along with Niall."
"Wow, I can't wait to see you!"
"Me too. And I want you to come to my place whenever you want."
"Alright, will do. Thanks, Liam."
"No problem. Hey, let's play COD against each other in 2 hours, alright? I'll text you when I'm online!"
"Oh sure, I was planning to play COD today. Weird dreams are bugging me."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Nah, I don't remember most of it. The parts I remember don't make sense."
"Oh, okay. Anyway, I'm going to the park with my sisters now, talk to you later, love!"
"Alright, talk to you later. Love you!"

Oh boy, why'd you have to go and make things so complicated, Anna?

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