Her Guardian (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

64: Crazy In Love.

(A.N: I'm feeling like this story as well not having so much fans as it was the first time. I spent most of my time trying to write something good for u. I ignore sometimes my homework just in order to write this shit, but here I'am again feeling sad because my last chapters didn't reach 300 readers, which was my goals.

Pleaaaaaaaaase if u like this story share it with your firend.

I work reallyyyyyy hard to write this, but ppl don't give me attention, which I really deserve.)

"I look and stare so deep in your eyes, I touch on you more and more every time when you leave I'm begging you not to go; Call your name two or three times in a row such a funny thing for me to try to explain how I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame. And I still don't understand just how your love could do what no one else can. Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's got me looking so crazy right now."

Song: Crazy In Love.
Artist: Beyoncé.

Anastasia POV's:

It been a week since I moved to London with Ian and Sara.

I couldn't believe I did such a brave move, I couldn't believe I was finally free from being owned by someone. As well as not believing leaving someone who was quite important to my heart behind me, and decided to escape from my destination. Moving away was a frightening idea, but when I climbed on that plane last week, I knew that it was the best decision. That what should have been done actually, I was afraid at first to regret taking this massive step forward, but day after day I realised that it was what I needed, and thankfully no regret came to surface, just satisfaction, and a bit of sadness.

He didn't call. Neither did he contact Ian, as I assumed. I reffused to ask Ian and show my pathetic self in front of him, I tried my best to get ride of having thoughts about Harry, even though that seemed impossible sometimes.

He haunted my mind every single night, he was there, right in front of me in my darkest nightmares. Those past sleepless nights were making me exauhsted and tired, every time I decide to shut my eyes and have some rest, the curly haired man appeared right before my eyes with his forest green eyes directely looking at me, which always made me open my eyes immediately, searching for any sing of someone, unfortunetely I always end up dissapointed and crying queitly into my pillow without being heard by others.

These past seven days were enough to break me down into several pieces, and take my heart to the edge. Even crying and screaming loudly - when Ian and Sara left - didn't help me to calm down. I was in pain, a massive pain that cannot be healed. My heart, soul, mind and body were in burning flames, waiting for their savior which has never came to view.

The first day went by slowly, Ian offered me to share the bed with Sara, which I reffused of course. I couldn't do that, he gave me a house to sleep in, and food to eat, it was shameful to let him sleep on the couch. With several argument with Ian, he gave up, and accepted on letting me sleep on the couch. I was tired when I first got home, which made me sleep immediately on the couch, I woke-up at midnight panting and sweat covering my face from the dreadful nightmare I had. Nevertheless, thankfuly they didn't notice me, they were both already asleep. As the night ran by, I cried and hoped for forgivness from God which I knew will never be given.

The second day was hard. It was hard for me because I woke-up in a completely new place. After robbing my sore back, and my painful eyes, I joined them on breakfast lazily, trying to stay strong and not to break down right before their sadly eyes. Sara took me out that day, in order to show me London, and explore its beauty. But I wasn't paying attention, my mind and thoughts were already taken from me, waiting for the curly haired guy to appear, but nothing comes. Ian that night went to his friend's party with Sara, they invited me to go with them which I reffused of course. I got into a hot thub, cries and screamed my lungs out, till I gave up, and head to the couch in order to deal with another sleepless night.