Drifter | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

Chapter 52.

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Harry's POV

"Oh," She says nervously,"What did he want?"

"He's coming down to LA next month," I inform her, waiting for her bothered expression to change into one of excitement, but it doesn't. I've noticed the way she always seems bothered by the mention of Mariano and I'm not sure why. He was her friend before he was mine so I thought she'd be thrilled that we finally got along. I never really gave it much thought till now but Anissa was really weird when we said our goodbyes to Mariano; something must have happened between them. I don't think I want to know, it'll only make me hate Mariano again.

"Won't we still be in New York next month?" She asks as she ties her shoes, avoiding my questioning gaze.

"No,"I slowly answer, watching her closely,"We'll only be in New York till January second, we'll be back in LA again by the time he comes down."

"Cool," She mutters, walking over to her mirror.

"Does that...bother you or something?" I ask walking over to her. I stare down at her face in the mirror, she's wearing that look that let's me know she's hard at work fighting herself internally, debating whether or not to tell me the truth or to just keep it to herself.

"No, of course not," She says in her most assuring voice. And of course keeping it to herself wins, like it always does.

I lean against the table feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion, my eyes fixed on Anissa who looks equally as tired. I'm starting to regret choosing that midnight flight, just like I'm regretting spending the last two months in New York for work. Who knew working could be so fucking tiring?

The weather change is one I didn't welcome seeing as I've always had a dislike for cold weather. But thanks to Anissa convincing me that I needed to get off my ass and actually give a shit about Styles INC. accompanied by Anissa, I followed my father to New York.

I've always been so use to traveling, staying from hotel to hotel but after buying this beach house with Anissa a mere month after we began dating, I realized that I miss having a real home. A place to come back to, something familiar. Being back here in LA again, even just for a week, is comforting, it feels like home.

I smile now at how much I've changed in just four months. Anissa is slowly changing me into a person I feel proud to be. I work a hell of a whole lot harder then I ever have before, pleasing my father who surprisingly still gives a shit about me.

"What's wrong?" Anissa asks taking note of my pensive expression.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking," I tell her with a lazy smile.

"About what?" She asks curiously, walking over to me, placing her hands on my shoulders.

"Just thinking about how nothing's wrong," I laugh. I pull Anissa close so that her hips lean against me, wrapping my arm around her waist,"Best four months of my life."

"Yea it has been...amazing," She smiles.

"It's like the second we left Mexico everything just fell right into place for us. Life is just perfect."

"Perfect huh?" Anissa says, placing her arms on my shoulders, her hands held together behind my neck.

"Yes, perfect. I've got the girl of my dreams, beautiful home and I don't exactly hate working as much as I use to..oh and there's my sexy assistant who occasionally allows me to bend her over my desk and..." I allow my voice to trail off, kissing her on the lips.