Trust You ( Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 1

Hey guys I know it says that her name is savannah but I changed it to Annabeth if anyone was confused sorry but now that's out of the way here's chapter 1
XxAleisha
Ps. Anne on the side
Trust You:

I thought it was harmless to meet someone online, he seemed nice and cool. He made me feel beautiful and smart, like I could do anything but he wasn't the person I thought he was, that handsome, smart, nice guy that I thought I loved and thought he loved me but was I so wrong so so wrong. Cause that same guy, well the person behind the computer ruined me and I ruined my life cause I give him my address so its my fault, it's my fault!!!, it's all my fault.

Chapter 1

Annabeth's pov:

It's been six months since I'd been in that town, the same town where I was once happy and felt loved by someone, anyone but now, even though I am no where near that place I still feel the hurt no mutter where I go it never goes away it's always there, reminding my about everything that I had caused and how it's my fault they gone.

I now live in London, in an tiny apartment that I can barley afford but it's still the cheapest. Anyway I hardly ever leave my apartment not really cause I'm afraid of what people think of me, cause I think the same way but because I feel like this should by my punishment or something, cause if they can't see the outside world again then why should I, when it's my fault they can't.

But when I do leave it's only to go to my job at an small music shop that I only get $12 an hour and I usually work for 4 hours every Monday and Thursday so I don't get that much. And I also go and see my therapist every Tuesday, it doesn't really help though and I don't know why I still go but I do.

Today is Tuesday so I'm going to see my therapist at 2:30pm and it's now 2:15pm and it's about a 12minute walk there. So I quickly get off the lounge i was sitting on, I don't have a TV so I was just starring at the wall. I walk into my bedroom, take my pjs off and grab a plain white T-shirt, jeans that have rips on the knee part and a worn out pair of black vans. Then I quickly get changed and walk out the door, there's no sun out today so the sky is all grey. I then start to walk to with I see my therapist.

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I'm seated in a grey room on a black leather couch and across from me is my therapist, Anne. She is a beautiful women with dark curly brown hair, grass green eyes and adorable dimples when she smiles. I don't give people my trust anymore but I've known Anne for 6 months now and she know everything well most of what happen and hasn't told a single soul so she has a bit of my trust but not all.

"So Annabethh, how have you been" Anne asks, umm good, other then the fact that I can't get the guilt of my shoulders, I'm all good I thought to myself but I'm not gonna tell her that

"Good" I tell instead

"Ok so what did you do this week" she asks

"Umm you know same old same old, work, order dinner then sleep"

"Ok, so how has work been" gosh I don't know shit

"Good" I say instead

"Are you eating well"

"yep" I lie though my teeth cause I hardly eat

"Beth you better not be lying" I freeze at the nickname and Anne clearly noticed cause she quickly added "sorry" that nickname brings back so many memories good and bad, I quickly shake my head to stop the memories from coming in my mind

"Please Anne you know I hate to be called that" I say though gritted teeth

"Yes, sorry Annabeth I don't mean to" she added

I ignore it and for the next 45 minutes we talk about hopeless things that would help me in any way but I know it won't nothing and no one well, ever help me.

Well that's what I thought.

First chapter, I know it probs really boring but I just wanted to show u how she lives and stuff. And soz guys about the therapist part I don't really know what a therapist would ask someone so soz haha but there actually won't be many therapist parts but you'll know why later.
-Xx Aleisha