The Boy Next Door. (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 30

(Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't updated in like a week, I skyped my ex (that I still like) that I haven't seen in 3 years because he moved away, and it made me miss him more so I'm kinda down in the dumps. Distance sucks. Anyway, enjoy my lovelies! xx)

Anna's P.O.V

"What are you thinking?" Harry asked while intertwining his fingers with mine and holding them tight.

"How amazing this is." I put my weight on one arm and looked at him. "You have no idea how much this means to me Harry."

"I just thought that a piece of your home would be nice here." His full lips parted softly as he mouthed the words and stared at me with his emerald green eyes.

"Just the thought of it actually being on your mind.. That you actually care.." I rested back down onto the hammock and it started swinging a slightly quicker pace.

"Why wouldn't I care Anna?" His voice started to sound irritated and concerned, as if a dark side of him just grabbed ahold of him and dragged him under.

"No no no, not like that. I've just never had someone that cares about me the way you do that's all." I stuttered a few times, scared of what his reaction might be.

"Well I love you Anna." Harry turned his head to stare at me. "I'd do anything for you."

"Would you really?" I stuck my tongue out at him. "100 push ups, on the ground pronto." I laughed and he got out of the hammock.

"As you wish." He rested his feet on the soft grass and put his large hands infront of him.

"I was only joking!" I laughed and turned to see Harry starting to do his 30 push-ups.

His strong, muscular arms moved in quick movements as they held his entire weight. Sweat started to appear on his forehead and glistened on his shoulders from the sunlight, his tattoos showing boldly on his tanned skin.

I swung my legs over the hammock and hit something in the process. The fault in our stars fell to the ground with a small thud. I picked it up and placed it back onto the hammock, and thought about how truly amazing Harry was.

He had analysed every detail about me basically, he only ever saw me read that book about once or twice.

Harry was still doing push-ups, though more sweat started appearing and he didn't even look the slightest bit worn out.
I slid down from the hammock and lay down under him.

"What are you doing?" Confusion swept over him as he stopped and hovered over me remaining still.

A grin overtook me and I lifted my head up to kiss him softly on the lips, then I rested my head back down on the ground.

"Oh I see.." He smirked and started his push ups again, but with every one he did he would kiss me on the lips harshly.

My arms were wrapped around his neck as he proceeded on with my routine that I didn't even mean for him to do.

"Well that's just a bit cute," I heard and turned my head sideways to see Louis standing near the glass door chuckling. Harry rolled his eyes and gave him the middle finger while still hovering over me.

I laughed and kissed Harry on the lips before placing my arms above me on the soft grass. Why couldn't every moment in life be like this?

(Chapter 31 will be up soon! xx)