BROKEN

CHAPTER 9: GUEST

ANNAS POV

I had just got off of the phone with Harry about ten minutes ago. He said he'd be over in an hour. What is even happening?

My parents are out for the weekend and have left me here with nothing but my dog, Charlie. And now, here, at midnight on Friday night, Harry Styles was coming to my house.

For some reason, the thought of this doesn't have me feeling the way I would assume it would. I don't understand why I don't feel the "fangirl" or the nervousness of my idol coming in to my life. Instead I feel excitement by the fact that somebody cares. I feel butterflies in my stomach because, the truth is, I've finally found somebody. Somebody who I love unconditionally. And I know he loves me. I can tell.

I sit in bed for what seems like eternity, but ends up only being seven minutes. The tears still haven't stopped. There was too much happening at this time. There was the rumor at school, and the drama at home, and there was the constant struggle of me looking in the

mirror every morning to realize how much I hate myself.

I pull my pink, soft blanket over my feet and turn the TV on for distraction but my brain keeps floating back to my phone conversation with Harry.

He calmed me down. He told me it would be okay, and I thanked him repeatedly until I broke. It was like a waterfall finally breaking through. I revealed a side of myself that I have never revealed to anyone. That's when he whispered the words to me I'll never forget. "But I'm here."

Right then, I felt this sudden feeling of comfort. Of happiness. Somebody was there for me. He asked for my address, I read it off to him and he responded with a quick, "I'll be there in an hour." Before hanging up.

Now, here I am. I feel knots tangling in my stomach and I feel sick just thinking about what I know I'll do to screw this up.

Suddenly, my thoughts are interrupted by the sound of my doorbell. I wonder who it could be.