Drifter | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

Chapter 47.

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Harry's POV

"Priorities, I guess," I says flashing a smile, slowly bringing my hands behind my head despite the soreness I feel in my tighten muscles from the lack of stretching them.

I let out a yawn, my sleepiness from earlier slowly creeping to my attention. I prop myself up higher in the bed, hoping that this new sitting position will help banish my tiredness. I look over at the clock on the wall and see it's only a little past 2PM, a good time to nap but with Anissa here all I want to do is catch up on lost time.

I bring my eyes away from the clock and see Anissa is staring at me, her slightly swollen lips wearing a lazy smile.

"What?" I ask curious to know what she's thinking.

"I don't know, I guess I'm still not use to seeing you awake," She shrugs, sitting back down on the bed at my side, her hair brushing against my cheek. I reach over to her lap and take her hand, intertwining our fingers.

We sit here, side by side, staring out the window in silence reminding me of the first few moments I spent with Anissa. She didn't speak much then and the things she did say were always simple. I guess that's what drew me to her from the start - her mystery.

I've always agreed that silence is the loudest noise, but I've begun to realize that that isn't necessarily always a bad thing. Being able to sit with someone without having to say a word is something indescribable, you can't do it with just anyone. Well you could, but it wouldn't have the same meaning.

"I feel like this was too easy," I admit out loud.

"What do you mean?" Anissa asks, her peaceful smile fading away, her nose crinkling in confusion.

"I was such an asshole to you. How can you just forgive me? Shouldn't there be I don't know, more arguing? More convincing?" I ask, my words and actions from a few weeks ago flashing one by one across my mind, making me cringe.

"I've had time to think it over ... there's no reason to drag it out and keep fighting,"Anissa says quietly, looking down at our hands.

"I guess that's why it feels so weird to me ... I don't feel like any time has passed at all," I tell her, our fight now fresh in my mind the more I think about my actions and words.

"I forgave you days ago, let's move on," She says, tapping her finger against my thumb.

"I'm sorry," I apologize, my guilt weighing down on me.

"I know, and so am I," She reassure me. I reach my free hand over to her chin, raising it so that she is looking up at me. I can see it in her face that she really has forgiven me, making me feel even worse.

"I feel like I should be giving you this big apologetic speech about how I'll never be an asshole again and how we'll be together in this fair tale relationship, but that's not realistic. And if we're going to be together I have to let you know that I am an asshole, and I can be a huge idiot, saying things I don't mean. We're both stubborn as hell and in all honesty we're still getting to know each other which no doubt means we'll have fights, and we will piss each other off. It's inevitable. It's every relationship. It can't be avoided. And that's okay, I embrace it," I continue ranting looking down at Anissa and her unsure expression.