Society.

Chapter 17

Anna's POV

I woke up the next morning with Harry next to me. His scars still there; I wasn't imaging.

I woke up a couple of minutes before he did and put on one of Harry's white shirts.

"You look sexy in my shirts." He greeted smiling, exposing both dimples.

I blushed and said nothing. Harry got out of bed and walked behind me. As he did this, he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me back down on his bed.

He shifted us so I was on top of him. He leaned up and kissed my lips, pulling me down closer to his body.

Our kiss last for ever.

By forever, I mean about 5 minutes. We were interrupted by a low voice, lower than Harry's, screaming "Harry. Edward. Styles. Get your arse down here. Now!"

His eyes widened in fear and muttered under his breath "my dad."

I sat up next to him and he rushed, putting on his clothes. Then he opened the window which led to a balcony, just outside his room.

He flung me over his shoulder and walked down some stairs.

As he started up his car, the front door burst open, revealing a large, red faced, sweaty man. "I'm going to kill you styles!" His dad shouted.

As we drove off, this man got smaller and smaller. He drove past my house and past his mothers apartment until he stopped in a nearby park.

He stepped out of the car and opened the door to the passengers side, helping me out.

He took a £20 note from under his seat and stuffed it in his jeans. Then he took out a picnic blanket and sat it down by the lake.

"I'm sorry about that." He huffed, looking at his feet.

"You don't need to apologise, you did nothing wrong." I answered.

"But I did. I'm a stupid idiot. You could of been in danger." He said.

"Don't worry about me. I'm fine, as long as I've got you." I said, leaning against his shoulder, taking in the surroundings.

I could see a lot of young couples.

Then I saw someone familiar sat next to someone else even more familiar. It was.. Kate and....... JAKE!!

My own sister goes out with my bully..? wow.

I bang my head against Harry's muscular shoulder and as he whines, I move away and apologise.

"What's wrong?" he asked me.

"N..nothing." I replied, still giving them the evil eyes.

"I know there is Anna. Please don't lie." He said.

Before I could say anything, Kate walks over to me and I start having a panic attack. Harry tries to calm me down by hugging me closer to him and whispering "we can get through this together." But it doesn't really work.

My sister just smiles at me. But not a nice smile. A sarcastic smile. She looked like she'd been thinking about something.

"I got your camera. I knew you were gone. I just hoped it would be for good this time." She said, picking up the case to my canon camera PowerShot.

I have been interested in photography for so long. And only last year I managed to save up enough money to buy a camera.

I reached out to take it off her when the sarcastic smirk started to grow bigger on her face.

Without a moments pause, she hits me round the face and throws my life-long savings into the lake behind us.

"Jake." Kate shouted.

Before I knew it, he had stepped on Harry's hands and started punching him in his abs, dragging him far away.

Meanwhile, my sister started kicking me in the stomach. Then she punched me in my mouth. I screamed as I saw a vibrant red river flow down my face.

"Pleasee!" I hear Harry shouting.

As I get a glimpse of him, his face is now covered in blood too. His arms were bruised and his legs were bright red.

Kate just laughed at me and left us, on our own, with our delicate skin. I try to run over to Harry who is now lying on the floor, lightly applying a finger to his face.

As I start running, I look down at myself. I was not nearly as bad as him I only had a few bruises on my legs, arms and face and my stomach was bleeding, all over Harry's white shirt with new blood stains.

I don't stop running to him.

As I finally get to him, I burst out crying. He was just sat up against a tree, a frown over taking his face.

I nudge my face I'm the crease of his neck and sniff up all the tears. "This is all my fault." I whispered under my breath.

If I'm totally honest, it kind of is. If I didn't turn all depressive, I would still have Jake who doesn't bully. I would have a normal life. I wouldn't have scars. Harry would be safe. I wouldn't let him be in the state he is. But in a way, he's all I've ever wanted.

I love Harry.

I live him so damn much.

He's the best thing that's happened to me.

I love him.

I really, REALLY do.