Anna || HS

CHAPTER 19

~ June- August 2011~

Anna- 17
Harry- 17

~June 2011~

Anna POV:

When Harry left Greece, I was worried about how the whole 'sex off the table' part of our relationship was going to go, and how it would change the growth we'd made after everything in South Carolina. I mean, he's literally in situations every day that women are throwing themselves at him, and I just don't know how he's going to handle it all.

I decided to work with my therapist on it. My issues with sex seemed to be something that was at least partially controlled by the irrational part of my brain that only she's been able to successfully tap into in the past.

After a couple meetings, explaining what happened and where I was at inside my head, she asked a question that I already had weighing on my mind.

"So, Anna, what are you more concerned about. That you will never be able to be intimate in that way with Harry again, or that he will be unfaithful while waiting for you to get there?" She posed to me the very thoughts that haunt me daily.

"I think both. He's been wonderful, and I trust him to be faithful, but how long will he be alright with it? And, how long can he go with us not even in the same country, while girls are there for him to... well... 'use' for the lack of a better term, anytime he wants it."

"Anna, the first step is that you need to tell him about your concerns." She replied. "When is the next time you are going to see him?"

"In three weeks."

Harry POV:

Once again, the phone is ringing at the worst possible time, as we are walking into a meeting about the music video for our first single. I don't even have enough time to type her a quick text without getting glares from management, so I'll have to wait until we are done and hopefully get a hold of her.

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Harry: i'm sorry i couldn't pick up can you talk now?

Anna: Give me 5 minutes?

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The meeting ends after an hour, and I quickly type a reply to Anna before I get a dirty look from Paul, signaling that I need to get in the car to head back to SyCo. The phone rings on the car ride, and I look at the GPS to see that I will have twenty minutes to talk, which is a long time for our phone calls these days. I've also gotten really good at putting in headphones and ignoring whoever is in the car with me, since I am rarely alone anymore.

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"Hey, baby," I answer.

"Harry, it's so good to hear your voice. Do you have some time to talk?"

"Sure, whats up, love?"

"It was something I talked about in therapy last week, actually. Well... I dunno. Actually... I don't think I want to talk about it right now," she pulls back from the conversation that she called to have. I can tell she has something to say, but doesn't want to say it right now.

"What is it, Anna?" I ask, nervously, fearing that she has had more panic attacks or nightmares.

"Harry, it's really nothing to be worried about." She pauses for a while before continuing, her voice timid. "Honestly, I've just been having issues that we are working through. One of them being that I'm worried about how you really feel about the whole no sex thing..." she trails off.