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.


4. Finally


*Harry's POV*


I didn't drag myself out of bed until noon. I was disappointed in myself and I felt as I wanted to cry. I couldn't help but wish I had just told her how I felt from the beginning. Instead, I spent the last few years trying to swallow how I felt by dating other people that I never really liked which obviously didn't work. I tried so hard to forget her but I couldn't let her go. I haven't heard anything from Anna. I know she has my number, I wrote it on the card I sent her. She hates me, and she has every reason to. Thinking about the current situation made my head hurt so I took a few Advil and went back to bed, well I wanted to but my body had other plans. For an hour, I tossed and turned and did nothing but contemplate about what to do next. I grunted and stood up. I was now angry at myself and in the eat of the moment I knocked over my lamp out of frustration. I stood there surrounded by glass and took a few deep breaths. I carefully stepped over the pile of shards and slipped on a pair of shoes, sweat pants and a sweatshirt. My excuse for going out...I needed a new lamp. I pulled the hood over my mess of hair and drove to a small store down the street, it was too cold to walk. I was in and out quickly, avoiding every fan that came up to me, and returned home within 15 minutes. I jogged into my house and right up to my room to find the mess cleaned up. I grew curious as to who was in my house. I called out a few names until I finally got an answer. It was Louis. He came into my room and I sighed out of relief. I threw myself on my bed in a huff. I whispered a thank you and he nodded as he sat at the foot of my bed.


"Maybe she doesn't want you anymore," I closed my eyes in pain. The thought of never seeing or talking to her again hurt me and caused sharp pains in my chest. "Maybe it's time to give up," I wasn't ready to give up, haven't tried hard enough. I gripped my hair tightly and held back tears. What Louis said pissed me off and I think he could tell. "Do you want me to leave?" I stood up angrily and left the room. I went into my basement where I had some exercise equipment and I decided to blow off some steam. I placed my phone on my bench and put my boxing gloves on. I began softly punching the bag but as I got more into it and deeper into my thoughts, I went harder and harder until I got so angry I fell to my knees. My eyes began to swell up and I could felt as if I couldn't breathe. My burning face was quickly cooled by the tears. I got up, threw my gloves off and walked to the mirror, I looked at the unfamiliar face staring back at me. It made me angry, so angry that all I wanted to do was punch him. So I did and I watched him disappear as the glass broke and fell down. My hand stayed put in the midst of the broken glass, I felt paralyzed. 


I heard the panicked footsteps coming down the stairs and I heard the soft sound of profanities as Louis came closer. He turned me around and I gave him a blank stare. My hand was still numb and I just let it hang. I felt my throat close up. 


"You really think she doesn't want me anymore?" I said as I looked at him with water filled eyes. I kept trying to tell myself he was wrong, but maybe wasn't.




I left the hospital around midnight with 10 stitches and a sling. My worst fear was that the paparazzi would barrel through my security and mess up my hand even more, but fortunately they were very polite. They were asking how I was and wishing me well, it had me wondering if it were a full moon tonight but I couldn't tell through the usual layer of clouds over the city. I got home and went right to my basement to grab my phone. On it, I had 3 missed calls, a voicemail, and a text message...all from Anna. I mentally slapped myself in the face and ran to the kitchen where I had better service and looked at the text.


'Hey Harry it's Anna...'


Before responding I looked at the voicemail she left me.


"Hi Harry it's Anna uh I was just wondering if maybe you wanted get together to talk? Call me back when you can..." I smiled bigger than Ive ever had in the past week. There still was a chance that maybe..just maybe Anna could learn to tolerate me again.

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