Anna || HS

CHAPTER 38

~February 2014: Los Angeles~

Anna- 19
Harry- 20

~February 4, 2014~

Anna POV:

Alli was furious at Harry when I texted her that the car would be dropping me back off at her apartment in the wee hours of the morning. She opens her door with two glasses of wine and a sympathetic smile. "What the hell happened with Harry?"

I sit down on the couch in her living room, and tell her about the Kendall news he told me. Her tone changes from angry to confused as she takes a seat opposite me on her couch.

"But you two aren't together-together, right?" she asks, confused.

"We aren't," I admit, "I just didn't expect it, and his timing was terrible. We were half naked, minutes from fucking, and he just stopped, pushed me away and blurted it out."

"When did it happen?"

"The night of his birthday." She gives me wider eyes at that answer. "Yeah, as in like three days ago," I follow up with, now holding my glass up in a mocking toast before downing another sip. "Apparently it only happened once and they both agreed that it was a mistake. He says they were drunk."

"Well, they probably were," she defends him and it makes my blood boil.

"Hey, whose side are you on?" I ask her, clearly frustrated at her lack of support.

"Of course I am on your side, but what I'm hearing you say is that you are upset that HARRY FUCKING STYLES had sex with one person besides you over the past, what...six, seven months?" she starts, then continues in a tone almost scolding me. "With a friend, you thought he already fucked, drunk on his birthday. Then, he felt so bad about it that he told you the minute he saw you, the girl he wants more than anything in the world that keeps rejecting him, because he felt guilty about doing something he technically has no reason to feel guilty about doing. It's not cheating, because you won't date him... remember?"

"Harsh much, Alli?" I say, shocked that she just said all of this to me, but not surprised because she is good at calling my bullshit.

"Anna, what do you want?" she asks. "My head is spinning, and I can't keep up anymore, so I can't imagine where Harry's head is at in all of this."

I sit for a good five minutes, gentle tears falling, letting all of Alli's words soak in.

"Anna, talk to me," she pleas.

"What is there to say?" I answer, raising my hands up with a huff. "You're right."

"Excuse me, what did you say" Alli asks, leaning closer to me, faking that she didn't hear me.

"I said you are right. I have no reason to be angry. I probably don't have any reason to even be hurt over this, but I am," I answer.

"No, you can be hurt and also understand that he didn't do anything wrong. Those two things can occur at the same time," Alli reminds me. "I think you love him still, so the thought of him being with someone else hurts."

"Yeah, the loving him thing," I say, then stop to collect my thoughts and say this the right way. "It has never been the problem. That's never something I have been able to stop doing."

~February 5, 2014~

Alli and I finish our conversation before we finally crawl into bed, around 3:10am. I don't wake up until I hear my phone ringing at 10:27am the next morning and I look over to the nightstand and spot a note from Alli.

I told the boss that you were sick this morning. See you after lunch. ~ Alli

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