Her Guardian (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

72: She Don't Love Me.

"I think I know she don't love me, That's why I fuck around."

Artist: Zayn.
Song: She Don't Love Me.

Anastasia's POV:

Lately I have been feeling quite different. The calmness of the place we were in helped me to relax quite much. Thanks to William who helped me as well, being around him was quite enjoyable, he occupied my mind, his lame witty jokes made me laugh my heart out. His presence gave me so much strength, he provided happiness to my life, I was so thankful.

We spent most of our times just hanging around, cocking, or having a walk. The weather was quite cold, the rain didn't stop from falling, washing away the cloud's sadness. The soaked streets weren't filled, just few people walking around in hurry. The warmly feeling of home was filling my sense, those night were long, most of them I slept into William's arms. It was odd at first when he asked me to lay down beside him, his phobia of being alone was irritating him, which made me accept his request.

My mother didn't leave my thoughts as well, I missed her so much, thought of her made me always cry myself to sleep. And there was Harry; who never left my thoughts but I was tending to ignore him, which in fact I did.

I moved around, feeling the warmness of the sun peeking through the window. My eyes widen at the realization of the beautiful weather, with a smile over my face I sate down over the bed. My eyes snapped around to see William's spot was empty. Panic filled me, but I immediately calmed myself, knowing he would probably be running again. Kicking my blanket off my body, I went to the bathroom. After taking my clean undies and pajama, I threw my body into the tub and shut my eyes. Taking a long sip from the bottle of wine which I bought with me.

My life has been crazy.  I couldn't believe I was with William rather than the person I wanted to be with. I was selfish enough to leave him behind, I knew deep down he would hate me for what I did, I blamed myself; I always did. Nonetheless, I was thinking lately quite much about the decision I made, and I came to a fair point which was; my decisions were accurate.

I placed my head over the wall, as I let my thoughts travel around.

His green forest eyes caught my made and took my breathe away, air stuck into my lungs when my ears were filled with his raspy, hoax voice which sounded like a rhythm to my ears. I opened my eyes immediately, getting ride of him but I couldn't. Memories from the day when I was washing his hair filled my mid, making me groan in frustration. Memories from the day when he was washing my body with his delicate hand made my teeth to chew my bottom lip hungrily.

I tried my best to get ride of her flawless details, never the less I couldn't. His intimate presence into my racing mind made it hard for me to concentrate. A loud groan ripped it way from my parted lips, as I squeezed my eye shut, brining the bottle of wine to my lips, then took a long sip. However, it was useless.

Suddenly, thoughts from our first sexual intercourse crossed my mind. Making achiness to rise down there. A loud gasp left my mouth when I stood up, my whole body was aching from head to toe. I felt a strange wave of lust, I was in need to a touch to help me from this pain. I bite my lips hungrily, making my bottom lip to bleed. I wrapped a towel around my body as I knelt down. His hands moving up and down my naked body beneath him made it hard for me to breathe. His sweet voice mixed with his sexy moans filled my air, as tears started to pour down my checks.

I quickly opened the door, wrapping the towel over my body as I cried loudly. My whole body was aching in need, everything was happening quickly as I found myself lying over the cold floor, dragging my nails over my legs in order to stop this torturous feeling of nymphomania. I had never in my life felt this way, it was achiness of desire to a specific touch, his touch. My head rolled backward as I let my nails drag down my skin over and over again, I felt a strange liquid fell between my legs as I cried in pain. This couldn't be happening, I shouldn't be feeling this. This was torment of forbidden need for someone, my naughty mind got the best of me as I heard a knock in my door, making my eyes to widen.