Unwanted Attention

Chapter 23

I woke up the next morning on my large bed wrapped in Harry's embrace. I looked up at Harry's beautiful, perfect sculpted face and smiled to myself. How the hell did I end up with him? He was so beautiful yet no one cared to see that. They just judged him because he had many tattoos and piercings. They just saw the person on the outside, then never saw the person within him. He was absolutely perfect in every way possible. He had no flaws in my eyes and I'm so happy I found him. I love him.




I felt Harry chuckle from underneath me and I noticed he was now awake. That's embarrassing. I was just looking at him, daydreaming, and he was watching me as well.




"Can't stop staring, huh?" He winked.




"Shut up." I giggled.




I got up off my bed to get changed but I then remembered all my things were in boxes. Oh no. Today's the day. Realization just hit me. Today I am leaving and there's nothin I can do.




"Anna, are you okay?" Harry asked but I could barley hear him.




It was all a muffled sound. I wasn't focused on Harry at the moment because I was too busy thinking about what I'm about to do. I'm about to move off on my own, to another place, with no one to help me through it.




"Anna?" Harry's voice snapped me back.




I looked over at him and he instantly knew I was upset. He looked down at me, stroked my hair and kissed my forehead.




"What's wrong baby?" He asked.




"I-I'm moving today." I frowned with tears threatening to spill.




Harry didn't answer. He just pulled me into him and held me tighter against his body. I knew he was hurting and I couldn't help but feel guilty. But I can't let my dreams be sabotaged because of someone. I can't do that to myself.




I heard a knock at my front door and I knew it was the movers. I looked at Harry sadly and walked downstairs to my front door. I opened it up and saw two movers in their uniforms ready to move my things.




"Anna Miller?" One of the men spoke up.




"That's me." I said.




"We're here to gather your things to move them to your new location."




"Upstairs." I replied shortly.




If I said anything else I will let my tears fall and I really don't want to do that right now. I really want Harry to remember me when I'm not a crying mess.




"Hey hunny." My fathers voice came from behind me.




I turned around to see my father standing in front of me and he smiled sadly. I hate when people cry in front of me, especially my father.