Keep Me Warm [Harry Styles Fanfic]

Homework is a load of absolute shite. Who on earth decided to make students have even more worries put on them outside of school then they already have?

I looked up from the History coursework I was daydreaming over to my bedroom door opening.

"Anna, Harry's round" Joshua entered my room like he owned the place, I hated his arrogance. How could I even be related to such an ego.

"Who's Harry?" My mind flipped through all of the past friends I've met of Josh's but no one matched that name.

Josh opened my door wider and Harry nervously stepped in, standing as close to the doorway as humanly possible. Josh's friends usually held the same habits of nervousness near me. Josh was known for being a slightly protective brother over me, even if he was only a year older.

I strolled my view up to meet Harry's compelling green eyes. Curls fell across his face and his large hands pushed them back, staring back at my boring Grey eyes. As I became more aware of how beautiful this boy in my room was, my messy appearance became apparent. I had got home and chucked on my pyjamas, twirled my hair around my messy pony and clipped it up into a wonky bun ready for some History coursework.

"Hey" Dimples carved themselves into his checks.

"Hey" I replied, taking down my hair.

"Harry, meet Anna, Anna meet Harry" Joshua rudely interrupted my images of marrying his friend, Harry. Which was probably for the best as I was getting deeper and deeper into an impossible, unrealistic, imaginary situation.

"You okay?" Harry's accent made him even more perfect.

"I'm fine" I looked back down at the papers spread across my bed to hide the red of my checks from him and Josh.

"So, you want us to cook you dinner?" Josh asked.

"You can't cook?" I questioned confused.

"I make mean Fajita's" Harry giggled, his checks imitating mine.

"Sure, b-but I'm not too hungry bec-"

"I'm not exactly gonna fill your plate up Anna, give me a break" Josh walked out leaving me with a feeling of guilt. Not that I should feel this way but it sure does feel like he wants me to. The statements he's been adding into our casual hi's and bye's have been intimidating

"The doctor told me about your weird fear of bread" "Just eat it, it's only a pizza" "for Gods sake Anna, Dieting won't make your life any better"

It's the last one that circles my head the most. A diet, I wish this overwhelming feeling of worthlessness was just a diet I could stop because 'I like food' like the other girls in my year. I wish me not eating would solve my problems and not make them worse. I wish I could look in my damn mirror and not care about the body I have to live with. I wish I could just eat a stupid pizza to make my doctors happy.

...not like doctors care.

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Knock knock

"Come in!" I shout, slipping my Beatles shirt into my skater skirt.

"Oh-sor-sorry"

"Oh, Harry! It's okay, I am dressed." I say, turning away from my mirror and locking my eyes with his again.

"Your dinner's ready" The dimples re-appeared.

"Okay, thanks" I grabbed my phone from the top of the papers on my bed and followed Harry's tall figure down my stairs. I let my imagination drift into a world where he was taking me on a date to the cinema and then I couldn't help thinking about his eyes, and how the lighting in a cinema would limit my view of their powerful green tone. A cinema wouldn't work purely because I would rather watch him push back those curls and watch me blush at his accent with those eyes then watch a film.

After I'd finished eating my portion of Fajitas, Josh cleared up mine and Harry's plates while me and Harry continued to learn more about each other. Harry was originally from Holmes Chapel, which was about an hour away from here and he loves the same music as me.

"Aren't you leaving now Harry?" Josh nudged my arm when collecting my glass and gave me a scowl.

"Why would you invite me down for dinner if I'm not even aloud to engage in conversation with our guest?" I replied to his expression trying to seem more mature then I actually am. For some reason I felt more jokey tonight.

Josh shrugged off my comment and Harry giggled again, and pushed back the dark locks that had fallen once more "Yep, I'll get my coat"

I watched the front door from the top of the stairs, watching the tall, curly, green eyed boy leave.

I fell asleep well that night, after writing in my food diary what I'd eaten that day and measuring my body weight on the scales hidden under my bed. The number that tortured me every day had decreased but surprise, surprise, I felt worse.

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