"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...
Anna We live in apartment 6, I think it's because the landlord thinks we're evil because our apartment was originally supposed to be 4 but for some reason she was switching the numbers around, just throwing some conspiracy theories out there. She's an old lady, I think a little out there in the head but sweet nonetheless even if she thinks we're children of the corn.
Her grandson Max, he's about our age and does the repairs or helps with anything we need.
"New number six on" Max smiled as he finished putting the number on the apartment door.
"Hey honey- and Max" Harry said as he walked through the door surprised to see Max at our door.
"Now we can hold our satanic meetings" I said to Harry and proudly pointed at the shiny 6 "See this conversation is why my grandmum thinks you're a devil worshiper" Max chimes in.
"We're catholic school graduates, go to church every other, other, other, Sunday" Harry argued playfully nudging me. "When we remember, or wake up on time" I corrected.
"I never asked, and I know it's a little invasive but you two are...together?" Max asked cleaning up his tools and neatly putting them away.
Harry and I both gagged at the question.
"No, just friends" Harry laughed wrapping his arm around my side and giving me a squeeze, I groaned annoyed with this large oaf
"Best friends as you can see" I muttered pushing away with a huff
"Oh that's great" Max said earning a confused look from both Harry and I's faces. "I mean- it's great that you're friends" he said unconvincingly
"Did you need anything Anna?" Max asked solely looking at me
"Nope" I said
"I'll see you around" he smiled brightly down at me stroking my arm
I blushed uncomfortably and nodded "sure thing" I said quietly and shut the door when he left turning to look at Harry who smirked
"Shut up" I mumbled.
Harry "He has a crush on you" I said watching her go to her bedroom with me following behind slipping off my shoes and my satchel.
"I don't want to talk about it" she said jumping on the bed and opening the covers out for us to lay together and watch our daily black and white film.
"You haven't been on a date in how long?" I asked
"Never" she mumbled as she chose the film
"Never?" I asked clearly with a shocked face
"I don't want to talk about it" she said and hit me with her pillow, "how was work?" She asked looking at me.
"Good, I hear about the purchase tomorrow" I said, I worked in an art gallery and I've known the owner for a while and I wanted to co-own the place. I had so many ideas and opportunities and even some works of my own I wanted to put up.
"How is your anxiety? Saw Dr. Lilia?" I asked running my fingers through her hair as she rested her head on my chest
"Better today, and yes dad" she groaned poking my side.
She gets bad with anxiety attacks and depression, I figure that's why we're closer than people are comfortable with. I'm just protective, I guess sort of like a dad would be but cmon she's my best friend nothing more.
I never knew why, what happened to make her that way. She never wants to talk about it, but I can't blame her because she always asks about why I don't talk to my parents or ever want to visit home and I don't want to talk about that.
That's one of ways where we relate, we both hate our parents.
My dad is a heavy alcoholic and my mum was a drug addict, a terrible combination. I loved my mum even through her drug problems. She passed away when I was thirteen. My dad was abusive when he was drunk and he was always drunk. Sounds like every bad boy in books, huh? But this was my life. So when Anna wanted to find a place together I jumped at the opportunity, even found myself a job so I can help pay the bills. Anna has a trust fund so she used that to help us even get the place.
"Hello?" Anna asked looking up at me and snapping me out of my thoughts.
Anna He always gets lost in his head, sometimes it's like talking to a tall and annoying brick wall.
"Let's forget the movie, let's go out" I said looking at him with a grin.
"Out? You want to go into the world? Are you okay, do you have a fever?" He asked me sarcastically feeling my forehead. "Get your hands off" I joked and got up going into my closet "let's see that art gallery of yours" I smiled over at him.
A glint of light came across his eyes, a look I've never seen before. "You really want to see it?" He asked and I nodded.
He hurried up and went to his room I assumed to get dressed and I chuckled to myself.
what I've heard from Harry this was a fancy place, a place rich men take their wives to hopefully sidetrack them from their side piece that they planned to go out with on a "work" trip. That kind of fancy.
I looked through my dresses my mother buys me to convince a rich guy to become my husband, and I grabbed the one that didn't look too flashy but simple.
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I stepped out of my room and waited by the front door, Harry came out in a button up and dress pants he always looked good in anything though... shut up.
I looked down at what I was wearing and played with my fingers nervously.
I never wore a dress.
Harry She never wore a dress.
When I saw her I felt shock and giddy, tonight was going to be fun. She was coming out of her shell, slowly but surely.
When we arrived at the art gala I led her around showing her my favorite pieces and explained them all, she actually listened she wasn't those types that just nodded their head and looked around lost in their own boring world.
We were in this world together.
When we finished the tour we had one too many glasses of champagne while looking at the art, it was raining but we didn't care. Our clothes clung to our skin but we walked home happily.
