The Sexton House - Harry Styles * COMPLETED*

49. (part 1.)

I slowly walk over to Anna, bending down and caressing her cheek with my hand. I grasp her now almost gray hair, observing the strands in pure disbelief. What is happening to her? I know she is aging, obviously, but how? Why? I notice Anna has began to cry again, putting her small petite hands in front of her now red face. I carefully pull her hands away from her face before kissing the tops of them and saying,

"We'll figure this, you're going to be fine." My words seem to comfort me more then her even though I barely believe them myself. I scoop her up in my arms and start out the front door, taking her to the only place I know that might be able to help or at least give me an explanation as to what is happening. I lay her in the passenger's seat, before running to the other side and getting in, starting my truck and pulling out of the driveway.

"Harry, where are you taking me?" She croaks out, brushing her hair with her fingers. I take her hand in mine, intertwining our digits, rubbing my thumb over the top of her hand in a soothing manner. I glance over at her and speak, "I'm taking you to the hospital. I honestly don't know what else to do." I really have no idea where to take her, I mean who ages rapidly? This doesn't happen everyday... Scratch that, this never happens.

"Harry, you and I both know they can't help." She breaths out, "It will just raise suspicion and have everybody talking." I know Anna is right, they won't be able to help, but what else am I supposed to do? Just wait until she wethers up and dies? I can't just watch her die, I can't. I won't do it. Anna will not be leaving me after I just got her, she can't leave me, she can't.

"What else am I supposed to do, Anna? Who cares about what other people think. They can shove it up their asses if they have a problem." I know my words are coming off harsh since I am practically yelling them, but I can't just give up after not even trying. Anna knows I wouldn't just do nothing.

"I know, Harry, but I don't think the doctors can help. I have a feeling I know what is happening to me and why." She speaks, wiping a tear from under her eye. What does she mean she knows what is wrong? What is she not telling me?

"What do you mean you know what is going on?" How could she? Am I not getting something here? Anna glances down at her lap, before locking eyes with me. She opens her mouth to speak, but closes it before reopening again. "I think it's you Harry..."

I feel this sharp pain start to ache in my chest. What do I have anything to do with this? How could she say that after everything we have been through? I love her, I love Anna Sexton and I'm not afraid to admit that, but now I'm questioning if she feels the same for me.

"You're the only change that has happened in my life lately, what else could it be?" She speaks softly, seeming hurt by her own words as well. She grabs my hand and says, "You know I love you, but I need you to go see your father, on your own. I think we need time away from one another." It hurts me to know I am causing Anna pain, but I can't just stay even though I wish so badly that I could.

"What if you get worse? Then I'm in another country while you're on the verge of dying. I will never forgive myself if I lose you while I'm gone to see that disgrace of a man." I don't know what I would do without Anna and I have no idea how I would handle her death, it hurts me just thinking about it, there's no way I could actually cope with it as a reality.

"I don't know what will happen, Harry, but we have to try something because I am just getting worse and doing nothing will get us nowhere." It pains me to know Anna is sending me away, but she does have a point and I need to respect her wishes and leave, even though there's not a bone in my body that wants to risk leaving her, but I know I have to.

"I'll go to England, but you have to promise me you will keep in touch and tell me if you get worse." I make her promise and she agrees. We head to town to get Anna a cell phone after fighting with her for a bit about taking her to the hospital just to see if they could help, but of course she disagreed, protesting against it and she won.

"I just need something simple, nothing fancy or complicated." Anna tells me, while glancing at all the cellphones. I decide she is right and just get her a phone that takes minutes, one with a simple layout. After paying for the phone we head back out the door and to my car. While driving home, I try to explain how the phone works and help her learn what all the buttons mean. After she called my phone and texted it I figured she would be okay on her own.

"I'm going to book a flight, then I'll start to pack." I announce, grabbing my computer off the side table. I put in the password and admire the background picture of Anna and I. We had taken the picture a few days ago after cleaning the house. Her hair is scattered across her face, eyes squinted and a huge smile spread across her lips from me tickling her. She looks so much younger in the photo and it frightens me how much she has aged.

"I'll pick you out a few outfits and put them in your bag." She tells me, putting her now gray hair into a bun on top her head. I want to protest, worried she might get winded, but before I can she has already left the room. I focus back on the website, trying to find the soonest flight to Holmes Chapel. After looking at all the options, I finally find one and book the flight. I leave tomorrow morning, I keep reminding myself the sooner, the better.

I head towards my room, to find Anna neatly folding each article of clothing, making sure it keeps from getting wrinkled. I admire her, knowing I will miss her, but I know I have to do this if I want her to continue to be in my life.

"I have most of your things packed, you can get anything else you think you might need." I nod and thank her, telling Anna she should go rest since she looked quite tired. After she agrees, I walk to the bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste. I grab a few other personal items before zipping the bag. I decide I should probably call Charlie and tell him I can't come into work for the next few days. I can only hope he won't mind.

I dial his number, waiting as it rings several times before he picks up. "Hey, it's Harry. I won't be able to come into work for the next few days, my father has fallen ill and I have to leave the country to go see him." I explain, hoping if I act like I actually care about my father then he won't fire me for giving him such short notice. I haven't worked much lately, so I'm not entirely sure how he will react.

"That's not a problem, just let me know when you get back." I'm thankful with his response since I'll be needing my job when I get back. I thank him for understanding before hanging up. I walk to the living room to find Anna curled up on the couch, holding herself at the knees. Tears are slowly rolling down her cheeks. I sit down beside her and pull her into my lap, resting her head on my thighs. I brush my fingers through her hair and whisper to her that everything will be okay.

"What if I never see you again?" She holds back her tears to ask me. I don't really know how to respond, but I know I can't just say nothing. I wipe under her eyes and say,

"You will see me again, so you have nothing to worry about." I wrap her up in my arms and take her to my room, covering her up and draping my arms around her waist, kissing Anna's neck softly. I continue running my hands through her hair, cherishing every moment I have left with her.

| Authors Note |

This is only part 1! I was oringally going to make chapter 49 just one long butt chapter, but I knew I needed to update so here it is!

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