Detailed Pain (Harry Styles FanFic)

Ch. 6 Locked Secrets

Anna Belle's POV:

After my flashback, I wiped the last few tears out of my eyes and pushed Harry back so I could run to the restroom. I ran past Harry and locked myself in the bathroom and buried my face into my hands. I'm pretty sure Harry would never understand what just happened and he'll probably never want to understand. I'm pretty sure all he wants is to have sex with me. That's the only thing guys want these days, they'll say the nicest things to you to make you feel special, then they'll use you and never look back at you again and move onto another girl. I couldn't handle another relationship that ends up with me being heart broken.

I leaned against the bathroom wall and slid down into a sitting position with my knees pulled up to my chest. And for about the next 45 minutes I sat in the same position and cried until I couldn't cry anymore. I must have cried for fuckin ever because Harry came banging on the door yelling my name.

"Anna Belle! Anna Belle open up!" Harry said from the other side of the door. "I'm serious, we need to talk so open the door." He said calmly.

I wiped my tears with the palm of my hand and took a deep breath before I unlocked the door. I opened it only to see Harry resting his elbow and forearm on the doorframe. He raised his eye brow at me and finally said, "Come sit in the living room, we have to talk. Please?"

I shoved passed him and spat, "We don't need to talk."

I walked into the living room and sat on the futon with a huff. "You can just leave, Harry!" I barked, my voice was harsh and short. I was kinda surprised at the way it sounded, I haven't been mad or frustrated in so long.

"Anna Belle, I'm not going to judge you." He said, taking a deep breath. "I just want to know what happened. Let's talk about it?"

I grabbed my guitar that was next to the lazy boy and started picking a few strings as I answered Harry.

"What's there to talk about?" I snapped sarcastically.

I was being short because I didn't want to talk about it, especially with someone I just met and was a complete stranger to. I can't trust Harry.

Harry sighed, but it was a frustrated sigh. "Look, there's no need to be rude. I just want to know why you're so upset and why you called me Chris." He said, taking the guitar away from me so I can focus on our conversation. "Is he your boyfriend?" He asked.

"No! I don't have a boyfriend..He is nobody, nothing. I don't ever want to hear his name again." I scoffed.

"Well, you said it." Harry scoffed back.

I got so angry. Why am I getting so frustrated with him. He doesn't even know me enough to make me angry.

Do you like him? I asked myself.

I stared at him, his eyes beaming with curiosity and what looks like, sympathy.

I sighed, deciding to stop my rudeness.

"You're a fuckin cheat with your puppy eyes, Harry!" I said smiling at him.

He laughed and hugged me, "We don't have to talk about it babe." He said squeezing me.

"Thanks Harry." I said.

Wait, did he just call me babe?