Trapped (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Fifteen

*Anna's POV*

Dread. That's what I felt every time I thought of the party with Harry. I didn't want to be dragged around by him all night, standing off awkwardly to the side as he talked to his friends. In fact, I didn't even want to see his friends. The first time I met Louis was still burned into the back of my mind like a tragic memory. And I didn't need to speak to him again. I had a feeling if I did it would most likely end up with him saying a few inappropriate things.

As I tugged my black converse on, I couldn't help but notice the knots that had formed in my stomach. They were a sharp reminder that what was coming was actually real, not just a nightmare of my own creation. When Harry picked me up it was going to be real. There was no way around that sadly. Once my shoes were finally on, I gave myself one last quick glance in the mirror. I wasn't going to wear a dress with Harry's naughty mind, that was for sure, so I just threw on jeans and a t-shirt. It looked nice and relaxed, and that's what I wanted.

I was out of my room and halfway down the stairs when I came to a screeching halt. I could hear the light buzz of the TV from the living room, entertaining my worst thought. My father was down there. Crap. I needed to think of a way to get out of the house without getting noticed, and fast. Willing myself just to walk as quickly as I could through the front door, I finished my way down the steps. My heart was racing a hundred miles an hour, but dropped as soon as I entered the kitchen. There he was, my father, standing there with a coffee held firmly in hand. He looked tired, dark circles appearing under his eyes, and his hair was sticking straight up at certain points. It was a look that was barely ever seen on him.

"Anna." The single word sounded more like a relieved sigh than a greeting. He probably expected a hi in return, maybe a 'how's it going', but I didn't dare to look at him. Instead, I focused my attention on my purse, making sure that I had everything I needed even though I had already checked twice. "Anna, we need to talk."

"About what?" I asked in a normal tone, trying my best to seem casual. We hadn't talked to each other since I saw him with his girlfriend the other night and I knew for a fact that he didn't see me, so chances were that he had no idea that I knew he had a girlfriend. So, since then, I've bee ignoring him and staying in my room all day long trying to avoid him. And it was working.

"About why you're not talking to me. Did I do something wrong? Is something bothering you?"

"I was actually just on my way out so-"

"Anna May Fox, you tell me what's wrong right now." There was a distinct tone of command in his voice, telling me that I should do as told like a good daughter should. But that would be the smart thing to do, and since when did I ever say the right things?

"Why don't you go ask your girlfriend about it? Maybe she knows." I said hotly, my eyes burning darkly into his. His coffee cup fell straight to the ground without warning, producing the shattering sound of ceramic hitting hard tile. His face was shocked, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. Mixed with the tiredness on his features, the look if surprise looked absolutely mortifying.

"Anna, I-"

"Save it." I spat, the two words dripping venom. I wasn't in the mood for any excuse he was going to produce, or any lies that he was going to forge. I didn't need it. With rejection still fresh in the air, I didn't waste another moment. I simply turned on my heel and stepped out of the house, a heavy feeling settling on my chest.

The fall air was even colder as the sun went down, so I silently praised myself for putting on a thick sweater. It was a while before Harry even came to pick me up. He could be heard from down the street, the familiar buzz of his bike cutting through the air like it was a sharpened blade. He swiftly pulled up to the curb with a sharp turn of his street bike, stopping it on a dime right at my feet. I watched as he pulled off his helmet with a smirk on his lips, killing the engine with a small turn of a key. "Hello there, darling."