Distance Between Us | j.d.b ✔️ (BOOK I X II) THE FANFIC

Chapter 05

Written: November 3rd, 2015
Edited: November 20th, 2016 

Author's Note: Hey guys. I'll be updating at random so, from now on I will have a few chapters prewritten for you guys. Thanks for all the love on ALAYLM and this book as well. (11/2/15)

The same night Ann went back and curled into Harry. She could've slept in the bed but she didn't, as stubborn as she was she demanded her spot and that spot happened to be the sofa.

   Harry was used to her sudden mood swings. It shouldn't have been normal but of course it was. There had been moments in time where Ann would have breakdowns out of no where. It could be in the middle of the day or in the middle of the night; they were so sudden and they took over Ann without announcing that they were going to. After the first few times it had been a burden on Harry but being Ann's closes friend, he knew he had to be there for her. He always pushed aside what he was going through when it came to her.

Harry's eyes slowly opened, only to see the living room was almost pitch black. The street lights and vibrant lights from a few buildings vividly lit up the room, making it seem like a movie. He was still amazed of his city. None of it seemed real. Looking down he saw Ann sleeping peacefully, her head resting on his chest. Shaking his head, he began to smile. The only time Ann was completely happy was when she was asleep. She was completely at ease. Sniffing Harry pushed himself up carefully, making sure not to wake up Ann.
Harry didn't know what to do. He didn't want to just sit there but he didn't want to get up either. He was still wearing his attire from earlier. His figure was covered in a black v-neck, black skinny jeans that were cuffed at the bottom and a pair of black ankle socks. His thoughts then began to consume him.
    Harry was an artist. A well-rounded one at that. He did a lit bit of singing here and there but he knew his voice was nothing special. He participated in graffiti from time to time (legally) that is. However, most of the time he spent his time in an office similar to Ann's. The studio he currently worked in was a building , that he quickly became fond of. It was more like an internship than a job. Even though he got paid twice a month, he didn't have to follow strict guidelines on when he should be in the office. His hours varied and he found himself being very flexible with the job. As long as his projects were in by their due date, he was fine. Harry was very determined to impress his peers that had a higher ranking. He never failed to impress them with his award winning ideas. As young as he was, he was the reason why the business was filled with fresh art. Harry was a person with a well-rounded personality, people automatically wanted to be around him and they always seemed to get attached. He had no trouble befriending the other interns or official heads.
    Licking his lips he found himself back in his original position, staring out of his windows and into the city of NY.

The warm water ran down his spine and his hair began to stick to the back of his neck. Within the last few months his hair had grown past his ears and rested at shoulder length. His eyes were closed as his feet moved along the title, turning around. He let his head fall forward as water from the the shower head began to trickle down his neck and face. His lips were slightly parted. Times like this, he embraced. He cherished the moment with everything in him. After a moment he placed one hand against the shower wall and ran the other through his soaked hair, only to lift his head back up and open his eyes. Light pants escaped his lips.

     "Styles." Ann cooed behind the wooden door, knocking lightly. Harry licked his lips and sighed, moving his neck side to side in attempt to pop it.

  "Yes, Leigh-Ann?"

  "I'm going by Leigh-Ann this morning? Someone sounds a little direct."

"Someone sounds a little too perky."

"Ouch." She joked, placing her hand over her heart. Even though Harry couldn't see her actions, he had an idea since she was beyond dramatic at times. He slightly laughed and nodded the slightest bit.

"Aw . My dearest apologies, baby girl." He responded, his British accent slightly strong.

"Oh my, Mr.Styles ." Ann cooed again. After a moment of silence the two emerged in fits of laughter.

"Oh goodness. My chest." Ann chirped as she slid down the door. Harry chuckled as he shook his head and bit his lip. Ann was always a clown, she was a very humorous person and sometimes she showed it at the wrong times. However, in this moment, her humor was appropriate. It's been a while since Harry heard a genuine laugh escape her plump lips.

"I'm hilarious." Ann sighed.

"Indeed." Harry called, as he began to wash away the dirt from yesterday.
While Harry got dressed, Ann sat on the edge of the loft bed, kicking her legs back and forth.

"Are you going in today?" She questioned, staring out into the apartment.

"Possibly. I haven't been in for a minute." He replied, coughing slightly as he buttoned up a white collared shirt.

" I'm coming with you." She croaked, after a moment of silence. Harry turned his head abruptly, his eyes furrowed.

"Seriously?"

"Yes. I might as well. I'm in an ok mood today, Mr.Styles." She smirked, standing up and heading towards the bathroom.

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