Drifter | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

Chapter 54.

Authors Note

Happy Friday & Happy Birthday Liam! Lol.

So I'm really sorry this chapter took so long to get posted. I rewrote this chapter so many times because I just wasn't feeling it. So hopefully you guys like the finished product. Yay! Now I can finally read all the updates I've missed. Lol

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Harry's POV

"Right now," I repeat back to her, wiping the annoying tears from my eyes.

These tears come from the fear I feel now that I'm seconds away from knowing the truth about her ex, knowing the truth about where her heart truly lies...with me or Alanzo. I know what I want and that's her, but for me to believe that she wants me too, I need to hear what she has to say because right now I feel like she isn't taking this as serious as I am. She needs to give me a pretty fucking amazing explanation for why she's still even thinking about this guy.

Looking down at her blue eyes, I watch the tears fall, her distraught expression giving me mixed feelings. Is she crying from the pain that comes with the memories of this guy, or is she crying because he's the one she still has hope to make her his again?

"I just...I've kept this story to myself for so long that it feels like I'm going through it all over again," She explains before slowing letting a breath out.

"Alanzo wasn't just my ex boyfriend. He's my ex-Fiancè,"Anissa begins to say quietly, her fingers tightly intertwined in her lap, her head slightly leaning forward, as the mid morning breeze coming in through the window lightly brushes her messy strands around her bare face.

"You were...engaged?" I ask, my surprise clear. I look over at this beautiful, cautious and steady girl, realizing that she's hidden things about her past for too long. I know that in order to move forward with Anissa I need to hear this but instead of making me feel better, knowing she was engaged hurts, on a different kind of level making me feel even more insignificant then I did before.

"Mhm, three years ago," She says in a shaky voice, pulling on my heart strings. How can I possible stay mad at her? I know she's kept this from me for the obvious reason that is: she's been hurt. I told her that she could trust me, and that I'd be here for her and that's what I need to do.

Pushing my anger to the side, I slide closer to her on the couch. I then reach into her lap, placing one hand over and one under her hands that are still clasped together. She looks up at me in surprise, with the most pain filled eyes and it's at that moment that I realize that this isn't just another ex story. This must be the story about the boy who ruined her. The one who created this cautious, guarded, careful, beautiful girl who lies in order to protect the heart she was left with. The beautiful girl that I am so in love with. The girl I wish I would have met first so that I could have saved her from whatever pain she's gone through because of this guy that clearly still haunts her.

"Please keep going,"I say softly reaching one of my hands to brush against her cheek,"No more secrets."

She gives me a nod, and a weak smile before saying,"No more secrets." She then unfolds her hands, brushing her warm palm against my cold ones before intertwining our fingers, giving my hands a squeeze.

We sit this way for what feels like hours, holding her hand tightly, I run the pad of my thumb against the top of hers every so often, encouraging her to continue the story she has begun telling.