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.


3. You Did It

You Did It


"Anna! Anna Kyle!" They finally caught up to me, the nasty little teenagers who were obsessed with my ex best friend. Of course, pictures of Harry and I in front of my house surfaced and now I was the center of attention. All I wanted was to have a smooth first week in London but nope. "Anna!" I kept walking, ignoring them every time they called my name. Eventually they got in front of me so I was forced to associate with them. "Anna! You're friends with Harry right?"


"If I say no, will you leave me alone?" They seemed to think about that one for a while.




"Then no, Harry and I are not friends and will never return to being friends. Now leave me alone," I grunted and stormed passed them. I'm sure this little encounter of the third kind will be all over the Internet in a matter of seconds.


It's like I can never escape him lately. Everywhere I go I see his face, I hear his name, his music is always on, I can never catch a break. I got into my new flat and sat on the empty floor next to the sofa and cried, which is what I've done for a week. I pulled my knees to my chest and let it all out on my jeans. I just wanted to have a nice first few days but so far it wasn't working out too well. I missed my best friend like crazy, my ex best friend was subconsciously haunting me, and I haven't slept in the last 36 hours. Just as I was about to close my eyes, their was a knock on the door. I rolled my eyes angrily. I got up, wiped my face and opened the door to a a really attractive man in a porter uniform holding a box that said 'FRAGILE' across it. I smiled slightly. "Are you Anna Kyle?" He asked, I chuckled to myself.


"Seems to be the question of the day," I mumbled to myself. "Yes, I am." He smiled at me with a short laugh and handed me a clipboard. He pointed to where I needed to sign and he handed me my package. "Thank you," I said sweetly, almost in a flirty manner.


"Your welcome. Oh and my name is Milo. I'm the building porter. If you ever need help with anything like fixing something or moving anything, I'm right downstairs." I nodded and he gave me a receipt. I closed the door and tried to figure out what was in the package. I examined the receipt and noticed that he left his number on the right hand corner. I couldn't tell whether it was out of courtesy or to be flirty. I placed it on my coffee table and began to open the package. I dug through the piles of Styrofoam and finally got to the contents. I pulled out a big photo album. There was a card attached and I opened that first. As soon as I saw the handwriting, I knew exactly who it was from. But instead of disregarding the whole thing, which I really should have done , I actually took the time to read and tried to appreciate it.


Dear Anna,

I remember when we were about 7 and we were in my yard, you told me that your dream was to see the world. Well...This book has been everywhere with me, which means so have you...You did it. I never forgot about you Anna, there were reasons that I never called or stopped over that I really can't explain right now, but you were always in my mind and in my heart.



I felt that giant lump in my throat again as a few tears dropped into the card, causing the ink to run. But I wasn't so easy to forgive and forget. I opened the book and bit my lip. I couldn't believe it. The very first picture was us on the first day of school. We were 6.


After an hour of crying and reminiscing, I was at the last page of the book. There we were, standing in the same spot as the first picture. His arm around me, my arms around his waist, his stupid grin. He was leaving for the X Factor, the last time I saw him before he left and bothered to see or call me. I couldn't bare to keep looking any longer so I shut the book and put it in a safe place.


I didn't know what to do at this point so all I did was sit on my couch and stare into space.

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