Anabel || Harry Styles

4

**Anabel's POV

I walk back in my room in nothing but a towel wrapped around my chest. I was excused for 3 days from training, just until my sore ankles gets better. I must admit it was almost impossible to walk straight, the bruise had worsened from Alexandra's kick but it was bearable after a few painkillers.

I decided to wear shorts instead of jeans to save me from the agonizing pain of slipping them on, along with a shirt that hanged loose around my tiny figure. Just as I finished, I hear a loud knock against my door.

"Coming!" I yell from down the hall, before swinging the wooden door open.

"You don't think I've forgotten, have you?" I was met by a mop of blonde hair as he waved a piece of paper in the air.

"Joe, give me a few more days. I'll pay the rent, I promise." I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.

"You know, you can pay it in a way that is much more easier than money." He grins, leaning against the door way, licking his bottom lip.

"You're fucking nasty, Joe." I bit, slamming the door on his face.

I head towards the kitchen with the intention of making myself some coffee but was interrupted by another knock, louder this time. I stop, hesitating on whether I should open it. Another loud knock erupts, echoing through the quiet apartment. Annoyed as I make my way back, swinging the door open.

"You piece of shit, leave me-"

I stop. His white shirt had made his tattoos much more visible. His hair was a mess, his eyes darker than usual along with the circles that surrounded them, he'd been crying. Despite the mess in front of me, he could still manage to take my breath away.

"Harry." I say in barely a whisper, acknowledging his presence.

"Why are you here?" I ask.

I knew exactly why he was here. Earlier than usual but it was always the same reason. He looks up at me, his bottom lip between his teeth.

"No." I say sternly.

I breathe in softly, pushing the door close but was stopped when his foot had blocked the way. He pushes the door open, walking towards me, his tall figure towering over me, as I step backward.

"Ana." He sighs. He sounded sad, vulnerable even.

"No, I can't do this anymore." I say in a whisper, staring down at my bare feet.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't need me as much as I need you right now." His tone sounded more serious this time, as he lifts my face to look at him.

Before I could respond with a coherent sentence his lips had crashed onto mine hungrily. My heartbeat pounded against my rib cage, the touch of his lips releasing wild butterflies in my stomach. No. I press my palms against his firm chest to push him away but he was stronger than me.

"Harry." I whisper between heavy breaths.

He pushes me against the wall and soon enough I was kissing back. He swings the door close with his free hand while the other snaked around my waist tightly. Making my heart jump.