Detailed Pain (Harry Styles FanFic)

Ch. 3 Ahh Shit

Anna Belle's POV:

"Harryyyy??" I yelled while flicking his cheek.

He moaned, but didn't move or even open his eyes. Well, this means 2 things. I can either leave him in the cold, or take him home.

We'll my dad won't be home until Tuesday. Harry can stay with me until his friends come get him.

I pulled out and headed to my 3 bedroom 2 bathroom house. Nothing special like a huge mansion, but nonetheless cozy. On the way to my house I couldn't help but look and stare at Harry's face while he was passed out. It was beautifully smooth with sharp chin and jaw features. He had a mole on his left lower cheek, almost by his mouth, and his lips were so pink and soft looking and they were parted only a smidgen to let his heavy exhaling escape his lungs. Harry was, let's put it this way, absolutely stunning. I studied him one minute at a time until we got home. Before we got out of the car I called my sister, Lilly.

The phone rang, but no answer. I forgot it's 3:30 in the morning, so I shoved my phone into my back pocket before turning off my car and walking around to Harry's side. I opened the car door and unbuckled Harry, then he slumped over my shoulder and chest with his face In the crook of my neck and his legs buckled underneath him. I heaved him to the front door, man he was heavy. But I was strong, my dad used to make me load boxes at the bar. I opened the door and walked in, dragging Harry to the couch and closing the front door with my foot. I laid him down on the futon in my living room and put a pillow under his head and tucked a blanket under his chin, around his neck. I then pulled off his white converse and saw his foot tattoos that read, "Never gonna dance again."

Hmm.

I shrugged. I have 7 tattoos. Two on my lower back, one on my wrist and one on my finger, one on my ankle, one on my shoulder, and one on my collar bone.

I left a cold glass of water on the coffee table next to him and wrote a note.

It said:

"Harry,

It's Anna Belle, and you're in my house so don't freak out. I'll be sleeping upstairs so if you wake up before I do, make yourself at home. There's food and drinks in the fridge and the Travel Channel is on 277. And if you want to take a shower, the bathroom is down the hall to your right. Hot water's the left knob and cold water is right.

Goodnight!

Xoxo - Anna Belle"

I was about to go upstairs to my room, but I looked back at the curly haired sleeping angel and sighed and decided to study his face one last time before going to sleep. I walked back and hovered over his face while I let my eyes wander all over his perfectly tan skin.

I guess my hair must have tickled his face because his eyes fluttered open and he looked at me. I froze.

"Anna Belle?" He asked.

"Um. Yes, Harry?" I said nonchalantly.

Without saying another word he reached his hand behind my head and brought my face closer to his, then he did the unthinkable.

He kissed me. His lips skimming over mine for just a few hair splitting seconds before he fiercely pressed his lips onto mine. His breath still tasting like booze.

"What the hell, what the hell, what the hell.."

I thought to myself over and over while I kissed Harry back. Waves of lust and butterflies went through my stomach. Then he fell back onto the futon, letting his body go limp as his eyes fluttered back into a deep sleep.

"Oh my God."

Anna Belle, what have you gotten yourself into? I slowly left the living room making sure not to wake him. As I climbed the stairs I touched my lips with my finger tips, it felt like something was still attached to them. They were warm and damp. I smiled as I fell asleep.

"Ahh Shit Annie, What're you doing?"