Drifter | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

Chapter 51.

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Harry's POV

(4 MONTHS LATER)

I take the stairs two steps at a time, grasping tightly to the tray of food in my hands. Reaching the top, I pause for a second, listening for any signs that Anissa is awake. Hearing nothing but silence I proceed down the wooden hallway, avoiding the creaks, to the bedroom.

I place the tray down gently on the decorative table that I always stub my toe on when I'm drunk, near the door. Turning the handle slowly, I glance over at the unmade, empty bed, the small reading lamp on the nightstand, on.

"Nees?" I call out, walking towards the window to allow the sunlight to enter this darken room. No matter how many lights are on in this room it's always dark, and sometimes difficult to see without the curtains open. I guess that's partially my fault since I decided to paint the walls a deep navy, the ceiling a dark grey. The only thing that gave a little light in the entire room was the all white bedding Anissa chose.

Just as I'm about to pull the curtain behind the holder on the wall that keeps it open, my foot gets caught on something laying on the floor, sending me tumbling like an idiot to the carpeted ground. Before I can get up I hear the walk-in closet door open quickly, Anissa emerging with her phone to her ear, shaking her head at me with a smirk.

"It was nothing papa, something just...fell. I'll call you later, okay?" Anissa says into the phone tucking a messy piece of hair behind her ear," Love you too, bye."

"Who the hell left this pile of shit here?" I ask jokingly, lifting myself up.

"The same guy who left the black pants on the floor in the bathroom, and in the living room, and in the closet," Anissa teases. I watch as she walks over to the the window, adjusting the curtains so that they hang to the sides just right. Something I still quite haven't gotten the hang of.

"This person sounds like a real dick," I say,"You live here, why don't you kick this guy out?" I joke laying down on the bed.

"Oh I don't know," Anissa says in a dreamy voice, laying down next to me,"He isn't so bad."

"Oh yeah?" I pull her scantily clad body closer to me, so that she can wrap her legs over mine like she always does.

"Mhmm," Anissa mumbles before kissing me on the lips softly.

"Even though he's a slob, what makes you keep this guy around, huh?"

"Hmm, I don't really know actually," She smiles,"But if I absolutely had to choose something I guess it be because he always remembers to bring me food," She says in serious tone.

"That's it? You only like me because I feed you?" I pout, tugging on her hair like I always do.

"Kidding, kidding,"She laughs. Her laughter is one I've grown accustomed to hearing everyday, all day. Each and every time I hear it I can't help but to stop and admire how beautiful she looks, the way her dimples become more prominent, her blue eyes sparkling, as she cocks her head to the right.

"I made you breakfast," I tell her as I untangle our legs, getting up from the bed. Anissa sits up, pulling her legs to her chest as she watches me walk back out into the hallway, returning with the tray.

"You made me breakfast? Or you had Nicky, our delivery boy, bring breakfast from the diner near the freeway?" She says knowing all to well I can't cook for shit.