Her Guardian (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

3: The Heart Wants What it Wants

"Strung out, a little bit hazy, hand over heart I'm praying, that I'm gonna make it out alive."

Song: The heart wants what it wants.

Artist: Selena Gomez.

The cold air crushed my skin as I eyed the huge building before me in wide eyes. It was the place where my life will change, the place where I will lose my virtue and my innocence, I thought to myself as adrenaline pumped through my veins.

Thoughts from last night crushed my mind as I put my hand in my pocket seeking warmness. Mr. Barnabas' wife was quite kind to me; we stayed up all night chatting about my mother and so many other things actually. She explained a lot of things I wasn't aware of, she told me the truth about this creepy mansion and about those jerks whose working there. She was somewhat distressing and sad when I was going, though I felt the same, but I promised her that when I get the chance I will visit her directly. I owed this woman, because she helped me to get over my mother's sickness, even though deep down I knew I was the reason why she had a heart attack. She put my broken pieces together, she hugged me the way my mother used to hold me, and she told me how proud my mother will be, even though I'm dragged to the prostitute world, but it was against my willingness, so I felt like I'm forgiven by my mother. If I could change the past, I would escape the creepy house where I used to live in, and took my mother with me. But I can't do something currently.

"Hello Mr.Styles, how are you?" Mr. Barnabas' voice spoke beside me breaking my thought. I looked up at whoever he was talking with. There was Mr.Styles himself standing at the big wooden door with a friendly smile over his exhausted face. His hair was white, his face looked chaotically fatigued with dark circles below his brown eyes, his hair was pulling backward, and the suit he was wearing looked quite expansive as I noticed his intimidating gaze toward me.

"I'm quite fine." His British accent caught my ears as he added. "Anastasia Watson?" He asked as I looked up at him once again, facing his face which was holding a firm smirk.

"H-Hi sir." I cleared my throat to say as her words from the previous day crushed my thoughts again. She told me that there is no need to panic or yell at his face, he hated disrespectful people and if I disobeyed his orders I may get into a deep trouble. Which I didn't want to.

"Let go darling. They are waiting for you." He spoke again as he eyed me from head to toe with an odd look over his face. He started to walk as we followed him.

"Remember every single word my wife told you; don't do anything stupid, it may get you into trouble" Mr. Barnabas whispered beside me as I turned my gaze toward him.

"I- I'm .. I'm afraid." I told him weakly as I felt tears started to stream down my face.

"You will go now to change your look; they will help you, they are all quite friendly, don't worry, just behave." He advised me as I looked at him with hopefuly eyes, but my hopes broke down as he turned his gaze from me.

"Thank you so much sir, you've done enough." I thanked him as I whipped the tears away. My heart was pounding in my chest rapidity.

"Anna. Good luck with that. And stay away from trouble." He spoke as he turned to face me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, my breath hitched in my throat at his actions; I immediately hugged him back tightly.

"See you soon sir." I said as I broke the hug. Mr. Barnabas went as I stood up awkwardly at the big corridor. There were loads of people walking around with outfits and paperwork; I eyed the corridor carefully as I knocked the door before me carefully.

"Coming." An unfamiliar voice spoke sending shivers over my body. The door went wide open as the same voice added. "Are you the new baby doll?" A man with blonde hair spoke as I noticed him looking at me with awareness; I nodded my head as I whipped my tears away.