Anchor [n.h. au]

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Hello everyone! Just a little disclaimer before we get started. I am not from England, so I am sorry in advance if anything is wrong throughout the book. Such as words, places, football teams, etc. Also TW of anxiety throughout the story. Please be careful if this pertains to you. Thank you for being here. Let's hope this is a smooth ride. 

TW Obsessive Thoughts

"Rowan Hart" I heard my best friend's call out, as she barged into my flat unannounced.

"Harlow Evans," I returned in the same loud manner. Knowing she would come find me, I didn't bother getting up from the sofa. I was too comfortable to move right now.

Surely enough, not even thirty seconds later, my best friend came bounding into the sitting room. She was dressed in light blue, flare jeans with rips in the knees and a black tank top. Dark hair up in a hair clasp, with gold jewelry to finish everything off. She always looked like she put in no effort.

"Well don't you look happy" I observe. She just smiled at me, her hazel eyes lighting up.

Strolling over to me she said, "You won't believe what just happened." She plopped herself down onto the couch. Her arms immediately found Felix, my British Shorthair. He was a darker gray color, with the brightest green eyes.

"You and David Beckham played a 1v1 and you won?" I questioned. The next thing I heard was one of my favorite sounds. Her laughter.

It's like waking up to rain pelting your window. The warm and cozy feeling you get being bundled up in your blankets, when the outside world is in complete chaos, but not you. You're just off in your own little world. Free from any drama or people. Even if it is for five minutes, it makes you feel so much better about yourself. That is what Harlow's laughter is like.

Hearing it, I couldn't help but smile. By this point it was an instinct.

Still laughing, she asked, "God what is with you and football players?" What can I say, I grew up watching the sport every weekend with Dad. Hell, I enjoyed it so much I even started playing it. I wasn't very good, but a girl could dream.

"Anyway," she continued, "So I got the job!" Now she was smiling big. Her little dimple was prominent. I knew exactly what she was talking about.

"Oh my god! Har! That's amazing!" I shouted, jumping up from the sofa. Harlow has been dreaming of becoming a model since we were kids. She was always forcing me into costumes with her so we could put on shows for our parents. She applied for a nearby modeling agency a few weeks ago. I wasn't surprised she got the job.

"I know, I know," she replied, "So go get ready babes, we're celebrating tonight!"

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It was warm inside the pub when we arrived. I was dressed in high waisted baggy jeans and a simple white top. I had carelessly thrown on my trainers while Harlow was rushing me out the door. My light brown hair was a mess of waves down my back.

We took a seat on the barstools and were immediately greeted by a handsome bartender. He had bleach blonde hair and bright green eyes. He didn't look much older than us. I was guessing he had to be around twenty five.

He sent Harlow a small smile which sent her turning beat red. "What can I get you ladies?" he questioned. After giving him our orders, I turned to her.

"Don't you dare say anything" she said before I could get a word out. I just smiled at her. She was still blushing. As I went to tease her about it the bartender came back with our drinks.