The Boy Next Door. (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 9

(The songs I listened to while writing this chapter were;
I feel free - Bliss n Eso.
Gates - The Paper Kites.)

Our lips parted from the steamy kiss and he looked into my eyes.
My stomach fluttered with butterflies and I smiled.
"You're so beautiful Anastasia."
That was the first time that a guy had actually said I was beautiful. Growing up I had always self doubted myself even when people called me pretty.
"Your so skinny! It's not fair!" My friends say all the time. The thing is that I don't do anything to monitor my weight. I don't starve my self, I don't eat an almond a day. They know that I eat like a horse, probably more than the average teen girl should. I just love food. What I would give to put on a little more weight, have nice curves. I hate being skinny.
Having a fast metabolism isn't all fun and games.
I blushed and looked down, and he lifted my chin with his finger.
"You have nothing to be insecure about, if your thinking that right now." He whispered in my ear, his voice was as soft as silk.
It sent shivers down my spine and I chuckled.
I knew he was grinning into my hair, the thought of it made me smile.
"I'm going to go finish packing, stay in your room okay and don't leave."
"I won't, but what are we going to do about Zayn?" The thought of Zayn laying on the grass below my window dead made my stomach turn.
Harry walked over to my window and looked down.
"He's not there.. The wanker must have crawled away or someone come and got him." He sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hands. "Just stay in here okay? Lock your bedroom door. I'll check on you through my window."
He left the room after he kissed me lightly on the cheek, leaving me alone in my room, with shards of glass all over my floor.

Harry's P.O.V

I walked out the front door of Anna's house and ran to mine, anxious to get back into my room and look over to hers and see if she's okay. I finally arrived and peered out the window, she was cleaning up all the broken glass on her bedroom floor.
I don't know her well, but I like her a lot. It's just something about her that makes me feel better.
I shook the thought from my head and began finishing off my packing. I only packed the important things that I would need, clothes, underwear, water, phone, a gun. What would Anna think of me if she actually saw this? That I'm dangerous and not to be fucked around with? I placed it under my clothes in my bag, hiding it well. Eventhough guns are quite bad I've always had one on me to protect myself, and I'll need it more now that I've got her with me.
I looked again out the window and she was sitting on her bed, reading. A thought struck my mind, and I made my way out into my backyard quickly.
I scaled the fence and landed swiftly in her backyard, not making any sound.
Her hammock was swinging softly back and forth in the wind. It's cream and white colours contrasting with the trees orange and red leaves magnificently. As the cold autumn wind blew past me I unhooked the hammocks sides and folded it up neatly and made my way back to the house. One I reached my room, I checked on her again and she was still reading.
I put the hammock in my bag and zipped it up.
A postive reminder it could be to lift her spirits about returning home, or it could become a haunting reminder that she will be never coming back.

(Chapter 10 will be up tomorrow! xx)