Keep Me Warm [Harry Styles Fanfic]

Chapter 6: live a little

***Anna's POV***

I slammed the front door behind me and tears started to fall.

I didn't know why.

I skim my body down the back of the door, letting my back get caught on the handle and chain.

I just sat there. Crying. I didn't know why-

Could it be because I'd just been walked in on purging? But this time I was held. I was comforted and last time I was screamed at then sent to rehab?

Could it be because my brother cared enough for me to tell Harry about my problems? He wants to look out for me? He isn't just the cold-hearted loser I'd always known?

Could it be because my mum has left? Left me and my brother with a power headed freak who doesn't even consider himself related to his own children?

Or could it just be the anti-depressants?

Either way I ended up here. Feeling broken on the hallway floor. No one else was in- Josh was at some party and Dad was at some last minute business thing.

I was shaking and crying and struggling to breath.

Please don't be another panic attack.

Breath, Anna, breath.

Breath.

Anna.

Breath.

Breath

Breat-

Brea--

Bre---

Br----

B----

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I woke up on my couch. The telly was on the News and the fireplace was on- i hate fire so I went to turn it off and as I slouched off the sofa, crawling to the tap which turned the gas off my shoulders got pulled back. Through my tired eyes a could make out brown hair and a tall hunched back.

"Come back Anna" a husky voice ordered me slowly.

"Don't tell me what to do" I spat back, I didn't even know who he was- I bet Josh called Johna-our old baby sitter.

"Anna, please just sit back down" the tall figure became more clear and it was Harry. Why was Harry here? Did Josh call Harry? This is weird- why would Josh voluntarily let me spend alone time with a boy...not that Harry would do anything more then common chitchat with me.

I laughed to myself.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Am I not aloud to be happy?" I joked back to him. It's strange to think that not that long ago we were in each others arms. God he gives good hugs.

"Anna just sit down." Harry stood up straight and pointed to the pillowed corner of my sofa. I got up from the soft carpet- quickly turning the gas off - and went to where he really wanted me to sit. "Anna, you passed out!"

"Oh..." I remember crying now.

"What happened?" His eyebrows rows and I could sense the concern beaming off of him. His green eyes grew stronger and I felt like crying again. But if I did, I would want him to hold me.

He sat next to me, then went to put his arm around me but retreated. I let myself fall into him just as his arm was going back to his side so he stopped and pulled me into him instead.

I wouldn't have needed a fire anyway- I have Harry.

"Oi..." He tapped my shoulder with the hand that was drooped it.

"I don't really remember" I lied.

"Well, I suppose it's okay that you don't want to talk about it. There's hot chocolate on the table for you?" I looked to the side table next to the sofa we were on and the hot chocolate was there. Glaring at me with all the numbers it contained. I thought about taking a sip...I did- but the evils it was giving me made me feel bad so I turned back into Harry and buried my head into his neck shacking my head.

"Sorry, I could get you some water?" He replied to my actions. My stomach filled with little butterflies and I let myself smile. He got me. He got that it was the numbers. Those bloody numbers.

"I'm okay thanks"

"Anna?" He nudged my head out of his neck and his green eyes latched onto mine.

"Harry." I said, feeling my eyes dry from the tears.

"I know Josh is..." He paused and looked down at my fingers curling into his.

"Protective..." I gave him the word.

"Yeah, I know Josh is protective- so don't tell him I'm saying this this but" the deep tone and slow words were getting burned into my ears. In a good way. His accent melted me. "Anna look-" he was taking ages to get whatever he wanted to say out, but he moved his gaze up back to my eyes. I felt like my eyes weren't boring anymore. My eyes were me. And the way Harry looked at me made me feel-

"Beautiful. Anna I think you're beautiful." His words were rushed but they circled my mind for the few seconds he left to just let them soak in. "I think you're hot and I hate what you're doing and" he was speeding up his words more and more- voice cracking every-so-often and I just gawped at him. He just described how he made me feel. My eyes watered up again and so did his. The blinking he was doing didn't stop them either so he looked down at our interlocking hands again. My grip tightening to say some sort of thanks?

His grip pulled my hand up to his lips and he started to place warm, wet kisses onto the back of it. I was still in shock, unable to reply. I could say the same back but it wouldn't mean as much now so I just let him kiss my hand. Slowly he pulled up the sleeve of my cardi and quickly removed my bracelets...

My bracelets

My scars

What if he thinks I'm ugly now?

The wooden beads and strings had already been removed. But the kisses carried on. I knew he'd seen the ugly lines because he paused slightly and rubbed his finger across a few. But as I said...the kisses carried on. Tingles flowed through my body as he kissed over the damaged tissue.

I pulled the kissed arm away and pulled him in around his neck letting our foreheads hit. It hurt but I didn't care. The kiss of his soft lips on mine after made everything not matter. Everything that wasn't to do with the boy I had wrapped in my arms became non existent. His hot breath warming my face for breaths in between pecks on my lips. Becoming more of a powerful connection- He then opened his mouth letting my tongue move freely in. He pulled me closer to him, holding my waist and i tangled my fingers in his curls.

We ended up laying side by side on the sofa. He had me in his arms and he let me keep my head on his chest. I loved his fashion sense. Dark skinny jeans, black loose T-shirt and his hair was becoming more loose out of the gel that kept it back into a careless quiff as I watched him. Hours. We stared at each other. Now and then he'd remind me of how beautiful I was and I did the same. Our breathing became slower and I let myself fall asleep without turning on and off a light ten times and saying my prayers, my wishes-my list of things that I need out of tomorrow out loud.

I just let myself drift off knowing that Lacey was safe at home tonight-grounded and if Harry was in my tomorrow everything would be okay.

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