designed for him. •harry styles•

intro: the present

completely stressed, i was sitting in my dorm brainstorming ideas for my graphic design final. i had no creative thoughts and accepted the fact that i was going to fail. my heart was broken, my life was falling apart, and nothing was going my way. as i purposely fell out of my chair and sprawled out on the floor, there was a knock on the door. i sluggishly got up and looked through the peeping hole. my body froze. there standing in front of the door was the boy who broke my heart a month ago and never said a word to me after leaving the city. still frozen with fear, i backed away from the door and covered my gasping mouth. there was another knock on the door, "come on anna, i know you're in there. just please, let me in." i finally felt a bolt of anger flood through my veins when i heard his raspy, british accent. i opened the door so fast i don't even remember doing it. i stood there in the doorway looking into his green eyes as he leaned against the frame. i just stood there in silence as all the memories of our past came rushing into my mind. i was prepared to yell and scream at him for being such a jackass and leaving me with no goodbye. but part of me, quickly fell back in love with the dimples formed when he smiled. but he wasn't smiling. he was on the verge of crying. water filled his eyes and my heart sunk to the floor. i wrapped my arms around his slender figure and cuddled my head into his neck as he put his arms around me. he was quiet, until all i could hear were the sniffles of his stuffy nose. he began to cry and i pulled him closer into my body. there had been no exchange of words until he broke the silence, "i'm sorry."