Harry
We sat and listened to the record, I've heard it a million times before but I still love it every time so I listened along enthusiastically just as she did. Her yellow converse clicking together to the beat like Dorothy with her red shoes in Wizard of Oz. She looked bit like Dorothy now that I mention it.
"Want some snacks?" I asked
I was always starving, there was crumbs for food at my house so School's snack and lunch were my favorite parts of the day.
I nodded quickly earning a chuckle from her. She stood up and hurried out of the room, she was probably hungry too. But in a place like this how could you ever starve. I wonder what her parents do? Drug dealers? Explains her taste in shoes and cars.
I stood up quietly and slowly and peaked around her room, she had a baby photo of her self in her mirror, cute baby. Her clothes were neatly hung in her closet and her shoes were all stored in cubbies. She had so many shoes but I've only ever seen her wear just the one.
She lucky to have so much new and beautiful things. I was cut off by my thoughts when I heard the fast pitter-pattering of small feet coming towards the room.
"I didn't know what you liked so I brought pretty much all I could hold" she said with a big smile dumping everything on the bed
"Pick your poison" she said and sat on the bed patting the spot beside her as she grabbed Oreo cookies.
I sat hesitantly and shyly grabbed some Oreos as well.
"I thought you were taking me home after we finished the record?" I asked
"You can go home if you'd like?" She asked checking the time with a slight frown "it's only four" she said after.
"I figured you'd want guests out of here after an hour" I said grabbing some more Oreos
"You're not a guest, you're a friend" she said nonchalantly
"I'll stay" I said and that earned a grin and a quick nod.
Anna
Don't ask, cause I'm not sure why either. I feel something, we click. I don't have friends, he doesn't have friends. This is my senior year, I want to at least have made one solid effort to have a friendship last before I escape hell's grasp.
"Okay Indiana Jones I figure we watch a movie, what do you feel like watching? Please don't say action movies" I said warningly
"I like rom-coms" he said which surprised the shit out of me.
"Wow a tough guy with soft insides, how stereotypical. Love it" I said and he laughed shaking his head
I let him pick the movie and got up shoving Oreos in my mouth and closing the curtains and door. My parents are peeping toms.
"It's Harry" I heard him mumble as I shut the door
I turned back swiftly and jumped on the bed, the snacks flying upward with the jolt and smacking back down on the bed.
"Hi Harry, I'm Anna Clark" I said with a very dramatic posh accent extending my hand out for a shake
"Hi Anna Clark, I'm Harry Styles" he replied in an equally dramatic posh accent.
"Oh what a pleasure it is to meet you" I said bowing my head
"Oh, Anna" he said still continuing our accents.
"I like your name" I said quietly and returned to watching the film.
(Anna's house 2013, seven months later)
Anna
We're close to graduating so I figured I throw a party, I've never been to a high school party nor am I ever going to be invited to one so I might as well throw my own. Parents are away, you know the spiel.
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Oh, Anna (h.s.)
Romance"I don't want your sympathy But you don't know what you do to me Oh, Anna Every time I see your face There's only so much I can take Oh, Anna" Anna Clark has her issues, but so did Harry Styles. To them their flaws are what connected them. They were...
