Keep Me Warm [Harry Styles Fanfic]

Chapter 7: tonight

"Anna, since when did I do the washing up?" Josh asked as I left my lunch plates on the sink next to him washing his hands for the tenth time.

"I ate didn't I?" I grinned back at him.

"Mum called." Josh turned away from the sink to face me, drying off his hands.

"And?"

"She said the doctor needs to see you again"

"What about her?" I shook the doctors off my shoulder...I knew I had to see them tomorrow anyway.

"She is still needing-"

"Space" I finished for him. It had been four weeks since she left that note for Josh. Last week she called and Josh informed her that I knew about the situation. She apparently sounded tired for the short time they spoke, I am glad she isn't doing well. I still love her and I can't blame her for leaving this messed up household but Josh was in deep. He was stressed and tired and getting worse. These last few weeks we have got closer and I have realised just how many responsibilities he has for a 17 year old. He tries to keep me out of it- making himself seem rude and annoying but he seems to have given that image up. Harry has even been aloud in the same room as me...

Harry. The memory of his lips are still printed into mine. Everyday since then- a few days ago- Harry has greeted me with warm hello's and morning beautiful's -The second one would be followed with a raised eyebrow from the brother- and we would purposely knock into each other every now and then. I don't know- i guess it was kind of fun. But I missed him. I missed his arms being wrapped around me. I missed the feel of those thick curls in between my fingers. I missed his deep breathing while he'd lay there watching me watch him. I craved not having to partake my rituals in order to sleep at night. He made me feel safe. He made me feel loved. He made me feel- Harry made me feel beautiful.

"Anna?" Josh said, I'd got caught in thought and was watching myself dry the same plate over and over.

"Yes Joshua" I giggled looking into his brown eyes. I was the only grey eyed in the family, weird right?

"Have you got O-OCD?" He stumbled on his words, parting our eye contact.

"No?" I questioned. Only him and my mum had that?

"Oh" silence followed after until the washing was all done-

"Why would you think I had that?" I asked. It hadn't dropped my mind. I was the anorexic. I was the one that needed pills to supposedly stop me from going murderer on myself- I was not OCD.

"Well, before you urm...go to sleep- I-" he was finding it hard to talk about this subject and I don't blame him. This ruled his life. These three letters had caused him- Josh the footballer, the one who gets all the girls, the one that could beat you up if you said anything he didn't like- so much trouble. He lost most of his friends and he had to stop going to football practise. It was bad. The day I caught him with the pills and blades on the bathroom floor was the day I agreed to go to rehab. He needed support that I couldn't give because we were on the same floor of hell. I got my help and he got his. I'm not recovered- no. But I'm trying at least.

"Spit it out dude" I nudged him, blinking away the tears that were caught in my eyes.

"Before you go to sleep I sit outside your door to make sure you aren't going to do anything you'll regret and urm- you say the same thing every night. And i hear bangs- like your wardrobe or something I dunno andthelightsgoonandoffandithurtsmyheadand" he lowers his head down and I can't even catch the last few words.

"That's not OCD Josh, that's me praying" I pull him in for a hug but he bats it away-

"It is. I swear. My friend from group therapy does the same thing!" He becomes defensive and I don't know how to reply- it was praying. I know it. After I'd pray and walked around my room doing a few things everything felt good- just right. That's not a bad thing? Sure it was annoying and when Harry somehow eased me away from doing it the other night I felt better but still...


I couldn't have OCD.


"Just promise to talk to the doctor about it tomorrow?" He probably saw how confused I was but still felt the need to protect me. I nodded and walked out and started to make my way up the stairs. I didn't want another stupid label so leaving that room symbolised me leaving that label behind.

"And Anna!" Josh called from the kitchen. I twirled myself around on the stairs and his head appeared around the doorframe. "Don't go leading Harry on"

"What makes you think I'm the one leading him on?" I let my jaw drop at his words.

"Has? Has anything happened?" His dark eyebrows draw together, flashbacks of him hitting my last boyfriend because we kissed came shuddering into my vision.

"No, Josh. Anyway, I can do what I want!" I turn back around, running up the stairs.

"Not with him you won't! He's trouble!" I only just caught what he said before slamming my bedroom door leaving an angry echo threw out our halls.

I collapsed on my bed and took my phone out of my jean pocket

2 new imessages and 1 new text

"Oo, look who's popular" I joked to myself sliding my screen to reveal the imessages. Lacey's chat popped up


Where are you? Party. Mine. Now.

Anna! Party tonight! Come help me set up!

I chuckled at her madness. She had only just been freed from groundation and was now pulling a party that was bound to cause a few smashed vases.

To Lacey❤️:

Gurl calm. Coming over now. Should I pack my toothbrush?

I checked my texts while waiting for her to reply.

From Matt:

Party at Lacey's tonight. I miss you xxxxxxxxxx

What was happening? I had only ever spoken to Matt once before...and yeah I flirted and kind of ended up kissing him but there was nothing. I left and he left and it was never spoken if again?

I left the message and went back to mine and Lacey's chat.

Toothbrush may be needed...and some alcohol? Never have too much:)

To hell with it. It's not like my mums home to drawn her sorrows in beer?


I pulled out my scales and shoved them right back under. I didn't need them right now. I had just eaten without purging. This was a good thing.


Once I'd packed a dress and my toothbrush- I lined the pens on my desk up and opened and closed my wardrobe



Not OCD. I have not got OCD.



Everything was just right and I left my house after taking some alcohol straight out of the cooling room. Josh watched but didn't say anything. Not like he could- he partied all the time and stole more then just beers and wind bottles. But i chose not to take the stash of drugs my dad kept under the floorboards next to the fireplace. Ew.


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