Her Guardian (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

42: Illusion

"Tell me you believe in love, it's not an illution."

Song: Illusion
Artist: One Direction

Anastasia POV'S: 

With a swit move from the wind blowing my hair away from my face I smiled happily, my eyes scanned the city with admiration, I felt a strong wave of impressivenesses toward every inch and corner of the streets, which we were passing by  giving me a clear view of what the outside world looks like. Each one of the passing people had his own story, each one of them heading to his own direction. Nobody was paying attention to others, each one of them was already busy with his thoughts trying to slove nunsolved problmes. I looked around the streets with awe, mouth dropping to the ground, trying to memorize and remember each little detail about the city; the place where I had never been in. Nevertheless, soon, the huge skyscrapers started to fade away from my vision, as the car was moving the opposite direction of the huge town.

I get lost in my own thoughts again the whole ride. Trying to pick up my mind and have solution for what I may face in the future. William became a dangerous barrier btween Harry and I, I saw him only once, yet I was afraid of him quite much; I felt something beyond fear.

From the moment he called my name, I felt something changed in the air surrounding us, he seemed intimidating as well as dangerous. Besides, the way Harry was pissed off about William's behavior toward me agreed on my thoughts; I should stay away from him no matter what. The thoughts of William taking me away from Harry made my stomache melt, I tried my best to convince myself that I wasn't special to make him do that, since he was a busnisse man like Harry, he could get whatever he wants.

With a deep breathe I looked toward Harry, who was already lost into his own thoughts. His hand were holding the wheel tightly as his hair was blowing off his face due to the wind. I looked at him for a few minutes, then I turned my attention toward the window again. I didn't want to break the obvious stream of unconsciouss thoughts he was having. Leaning agains't the widow, I smiled at the smeel of fresh air.

"Do you like Ian's place?" Harry's deep voice spoke suddenly breaking the comfortable silence,  I looked around to see him looking straight forward; his attention to the road.

"Yes, that place is quite smitten, I love being there." I told him.

"Do you want to move there?" He asked calmly as my eyes went wide with astonishement. 

"What about Ian?" My reply was an answer once again. 

"It's actually belongs to both of us. My dad built that house for us, you know. A good place for two typical teens to spend their days in. It contains everything we needed, since the house is quite far from the city, and it's clearly the best place to throw wild parties." Harry explained as my eyes widden. Knowing Harry owned that place made me comfortable about spending more days there. I prefered to stay there freely, rather than to stay in their house; where I could always probably come across his father.

"I'd love to stay there." I told him with a warm smile as I looked at him. He was still eyeeing the road carefully.

"I'll call mom and let her know about that later." He informed me.

"Your father won't mind me moving on to your place?" I asked him curiously, afraid of his answer.

"He accepted on extending the contract, I assume he won't mind at all." Harry informed me as he finally looked at me with his sparkling green eyes. A smile was written across his face as he turned his attention toward the road again.

"Alright then, we should go to your place and take my clothes, and of course I want to say goodbye to your mom." I said as I turned my attention toward the road too.