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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12. Chapter 11.

*Anna's P.O.V.*

"So, I've been meaning to talk to you about something.." he said slowly, and I felt my heart beating so fast that I thought it was going to explode. "I've never gotten the time, but I'm glad that I can finally talk about it now." he continued. My head was filled with a thousand questions and I couldn't help but think, does he like me back?

"I was thinking about what my plans are after I finish high school, and since you're my bestfriend, I wanted to let you know." he said. I'm so stupid, like he just said, I'm his bestfriend, why would he tell me he likes me back?

"Alright." I said. "I talked to the school prinicpal, and they said that I could be in the same class as Georgie, because that seems a little more appropriate for my age." he said slowly. At that moment, I felt like my dreams were being crushed, and I think I was about to cry. I don't know why, but maybe because we were supposed to be in the same class, and now he's gonna be in the same class as Georgie.

"So, what you're saying is that you're gonna finish high school in a year and then head off to university?" I questioned, trying not to show any emotions. "Yes, I'll be going to Oxford. So is Georgie." he replied.

It's nice to see that he'd do anything for her, skip a year ahead, go to the same university as her, break the promises he made to me. But I know that he'd never do all that for me.

"Say something, Anna. Please.." he asked. "I don't know what to say, Harry," I replied dully. "You said, no, you promised that we'd go to the same university." "We can still do that if you go to Oxford too!" he suggested. "Are you freakin' kidding me, Harry? Going to Brown is my dream! You know how much my dreams mean to me." I exclaimed, trying so hard not to cry. "Yes, but you could save a year and go there after 3 years." he said trying to convince me. "What am I gonna get by saving a year, Harry? There's nothing in it for me! I've always dreamed of studying at Brown, I can't change that and study at Oxford, I'll never be happy." I said whilst I was on the verge of tears. I couldn't do this anymore. I quickly made my way out of the restaurant while Harry was looking down at his lap.

I decided to run home since I didn't have my car. Good thing I run fast. Faster than Harry, thankfully. I really don't want to see him or speak to him right now.

I ran for what seemed like hours before I finally reached home and ran upstairs without answering any of the questions that were being shot at me. I ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind me before collapsing onto the floor and crying my heart out.

I don't understand, why doesn't he care about me anymore? Am I not the same person anymore? What did I do to make him break the promise he made?

I was crying so much that I could hardly breathe. I don't know what I was thinking, but I quickly got up and rummaged through the cabinets, looking for something. I had no idea what exactly I was looking for, but at this point, I was scaring myself.

I finally found a pack of 10 new blades. I don't know who bought them, but I love whoever that is. I quickly opened it up and took off the wrapping paper around the blades. I've never been brave enough to cut myself before, I've been too horrified of the pain and the amount of blood you'd see, so I'd usually cry myself to sleep, or lock myself in my room and curse myself, but this time, I don't know what got into me, but I decided to slide the blade through my skin.

All those things that people said about the pain making them feel better is actually true. As I slowly ran the blade through my wrist, the pain did make me feel better. It's like all the worries in the world vanished suddenly, and I no longer cared about what Harry told me, or how Georgie's better than me and more important to him, and I sure as hell did not care about feeling fat.

As I stared to make another cut, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and quickly washed the blade and put it back where it belongs. I washed my wrist and looked at my face for any signs that I was crying and surprisingly, my eyes weren't red. I reapplied my make up and flushed just so that no one was curious as to what I was doing in here.

Just then, I heard a knock on the door.

"Anna, are you okay?" I heard Liam's soft voice filled with worry and concern. I felt so sorry for him, he shouldn't be worried about me. I was kinda happy now. "Oh, I'm fine. Why?" I asked normally. "You ran home.." he said slowly. "Harry and I had a race. Don't worry." I said. "But he drove you there, didn't he?" he asked in a confused tone. "What can I say? We're weird people. He probably figured that I'm already home and is getting his car right now." I replied. "Alright, I'll text him to come home with his car then." he said, walking away.

I waited for Liam to go down stairs and when he did, I quickly made my way to my bedroom, locking the door behind me and changed into a pair of shorts and a hoodie just in case some smartass decided to unlock my door. I didn't want anyone to look at what I'd done to myself, and most importantly, I didn't want anyone to be here. I wanted to be left alone.

*Winnie's P.O.V.*

I was starting to get worried about Anna. I wonder what happened at lunch. I decided to ask Harry when he got home.

He finally got home in 25 minutes. I walked up to him and told him that we needed to talk. I followed him into the guestroom and closed the door behind me.

"Tell me what happened." I demanded. "Um.." he hesitated. "Harry, tell me what happened, or I will smack you." I growled. Anna looked hurt. No one may have noticed that, but I did. Out of everyone in this house, except for Harry, I've known her the longest, and I could tell easily that she was hurt.

"I told her that I'm gonna be in the same class as Georgie and that I'll be studying at Oxford after I finish high school. So she got pretty upset because I'd promised her that we'd study in the same university, therefore, I asked her if she'd go to Oxford too." he explained. "Are you freakin' crazy, Harold?!" I was enraged. "Brown has been her dream since she was 12!" "I know, I'm sorry." he said, looking down. "I don't need your damn apology. She does." I spat.

I was so angry. How could he even think of asking her to give up on her dream?! Not only did he break the promise he made to her, he also practically asked her to forget about her dreams. Why would she do anything for him? He's not her boyfriend or anything. And even if he was, she wouldn't let him control her life!

I can't imagine what Anna must be going through, she must be so hurt. I was too worried about her, so I pushed Harry out of my way and went upstairs to her room.

"Hey, Anna. Wanna talk?" I knocked on her door. "Huh? What?" she mumbled. "I'm so sorry, were you asleep?" I asked, feeling guilty for waking her up. "Yeah.." she replied slowly. "Sorry again, I'll come back later!" I quickly said before she said anything else.

I just hope she's not too upset about this. Because if she did anything stupid, I swear, I'll smack Harry so hard that he'll never even think of hurting Anna ever again.

*Liam's P.O.V.*

I think that I should go talk to Anna. Even though she told me she was fine, I needed to look her in the eyes and see if she really meant it.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw Winnie walking towards me. "She's asleep." she smiled sympathetically. "Oh, alright." I said. "You wanna know what happened?" she questioned. "I'd like to hear it from her." I smiled. "Okie doke." she said and shuffled down the stairs.

I went towards her bedroom door and sat down beside it, wondering what might've happened between her and Harry. What if she liked him and he told her that he liked someone else? Wait, she told me she didn't like anyone, she wouldn't lie to me.

I shook those thoughts of her liking Harry out of my head and wondered how she must be doing right now. What if she's actually okay? Or what if she's breaking down and crying her heart out? I just wish she isn't sad, because I would never be able to imagine her without that flawless smile she always has on.

I just hope she hasn't done anything stupid.

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