Little White Lies: A Harry Styles Love Story

Anna and Harry had a past and Anna had done everything in her power to forget about him. But when he comes back into her life, and they rekindle what they had, things of downhill for both Anna's mental health and for Harry's career.

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13. Falling

"No, Harry. You're wrong."

"I am not! The third president of the United States was Thomas Jefferson!" I couldn't help but crack a smile at his persistence. We both couldn't hold in our laughter and the people at the desk were starting to stare.

"I think he was the second!" I proclaimed and he shook his head and gave me a look of amazement.

"Why are we even talking about this?" He asked as he wiped the tears that were sitting under his eyes from laughing too hard. We stared at each other for a few seconds before we were interrupted by the flight attendant.

"Mr. Styles, your plane is here." She smiled at both of us and began to walk away but then turned back. "And the Thomas Jefferson was the third president."

"Ha!" I watched Harry's ego inflate by a million as he jumped up and began dancing around in a circle, all because he was right. Luckily we weren't in a public area or else he would have looked like a complete ass.

We calmed down and put our serious faces on. We grabbed our carry ons and waited for everyone else to get on the plane first. After the hundreds of other people boarded, we got on and took our seats, the first ones of first class. Harry always sits in this seat because nobody can see him, which makes total sense when you think about it. We got situated and Harry had already begun to fall asleep while the plane was taxiing. He turned his head towards the window and grabbed my hand as the plane slowly lifted off the ground.

Harry has always had flying anxiety, ever since we were young. Once, our families went to Disney World together, all the way in the US, when we were around 13 and I remember he would always have to hold on to something or someone. I always wondered how he travels the world with his flying anxiety but I guess after a while, the anxiety becomes the norm.

As the plane began to straighten out, I could feel his grip lessen but his hand still remained in mine. I watched as his thumb drew circles in my palm and I started thinking. A few years ago, I would never have imagined Harry and I at this point. I could never see Harry and I as a couple, or anything more than just friends. Yet here we are, on our way back to London holding hands, happily in a relationship.

Eventually, Harry fell asleep, as did I, but not for long. I got up with two hours left of the trip to see Harry staring at his phone, biting his nails, a nervous antic he's always had. I reached up and pulled his hand away from his mouth. I whispered for him to stop and he smiled down at me. I lifted my head off of his lap and brushed the hair off of his forehead. He had an anxious look on his face and I could sense his uneasiness. "Is everything okay?" He took a deep breath, put his phone away, bit his lip and nodded his head unconvincingly. I sat up straight and turned his head toward me, leaving my hand on his cheek. "You look stressed," I mentioned and he swallowed hard.

"I'm okay," he whispered. I ran my hand through his hair and kissed him lightly, he cracked a small smile and turned back to the window. I placed my head on his shoulder and I felt the slight humming of his chest as he began to hum a song of his that I've heard only a few times. "I wrote that song about you," he said and I felt as if I was in a cliché teen movie. he then began singing in my ear. "I'm sorry f I say I need you, I don't care I'm jot scared of love." I felt my eyes begin to flutter once again and I felt myself slipping into sleep again.

"Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker. Is that so wrong, is it so wrong that you make me strong." I felt his lips brush against my forehead and that's when I knew that maybe I was in love with him. I never thought I would fall in love, especially not with him but I guess I was wrong. Who would have thought that me, Anna Kyle, would ever fall in love with Harry Styles, the boy next door.

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