Mr. Popular And Ms. Pretender // h.s.

Chapter 36

Harry's POV

The next day I went to the same forest where I saw that girl. I hid behind a tree and constantly took quick glances of her. Call me a stalker but I had to do this. It's to satisfy my curiosity, if I won't be able to then I may never get to sleep, this girl is driving me insane. Gemma was right she was beautiful, but she doesn't look nearly as different as Andy. I might be having doubts that the girl I'm seeing right before my eyes is not Andy and I'm doubting that Andy is dead. How is that possible? I don't know.

The girl came out of her house with a mug in hand. Her hair was now tied in a messy ponytail, she wore an over sized off white cardigan and a black jeans. She yawned while covering her mouth and looked at the sky. She sat on a wooden swing and swung back and forth, enjoying whatever she's drinking.

What am I waiting for? Why am I just sitting around? Why can't I approach her? Why do I feel so nervous about this?

That's it, I'm going out there.

I stood up as I watched her close her eyes and smirked. It was so evident, it seemed like she knew that I've actually been stalking her for an hour or so. But that didn't stop me from my tracks. What actually stopped me was, what in the world am I going to say to her? I suddenly forgot my intention of being here. If I'd tell her that I came here for her, then that would be creepy.

My conscience told me I should turn back and go but it was too late to do so. Why? She already saw me. Her green eyes bore into me, they were wide as if she was shocked to see me. Her jaw dropped and her lips were quivering. Is she a fan? No, no, could she be?

"Oh my God, you're Harry Styles!" She said, but she didn't squeal or scream. I could sense a bit of sarcasm or how she reacted seemed fake but maybe it's just her voice but there is absolutely no denying that her voice sounded just like Andy's.

Here goes.

I chuckled lightly and scratched the back of my neck, I was still so mesmerized of how she looked, of how she exactly looked like Andy that I almost forgot to answer her, "Yeah, are you a fan?" I asked and what she answered was unexpected, "No, I just see you a lot on TV," and laughed.

Her laughter began to fade and I didn't answer, silence began to envelop the place but I decided to break it by clearing my throat and say, "You look really familiar,"

She stiffened and laughed nervously, "Really? How so? I don't think we've seen each other before."

I walked closer to her, trying to examine her face, the way she reacts, the way she moves. It's all so similar to Andy's, "I don't know, you remind me a lot of someone. What's your name?"

It took her quite a long time to response. She lowered her head and looked at her side, she couldn't dare to look at me in the eyes which made it suspicious, her lips curved into a smile, and then she spoke. "An-, Anna," right, you convince me a lot. "Mind to tell me who that someone is?" her green eyes bore into mine again, she looked calm but I could sense the anxiousness in her voice.

"It's a really long story."

"I've got time. Question is, do you?"

It took me a while to think about whether telling her or not. If she's Andy or not. Here we go again, thinking about the same old thing. She's dead, she's gone. Why can't I get engrave that in my head? "You can sit down if you want. Would you like to have coffee? Tea perhaps?"

"That would be lovely." I answered, then she excused herself for a while.

When she came back, she handed me a cup of iced coffee. I raised my eyebrow and thought, how did she know I like iced coffee? I took a sip of the iced cappuccino she handed me and was surprised of how good it actually tasted. I didn't tell her though, I spoke up after a while and began telling her the whole story. I left out the name of Andrea, though but the thing that caught my interest was her expressions that were mixed, it showed the looks of sadness when I was almost near the end. Her eyes showed guilt, love and hate altogether. I couldn't describe it.