SIN{Punk Romeo & Juliet Harry Styles}

Ch.24

Anna's POV

I turned around slowly trying not to move lot so Harry wouldn't wake up. His hair were falling messily onto his forehead, his lips half parted breathing heavily, while the bruised area next to his mouth was now more visible. Softly I raised my hand, bringing it closer to his face. With the top of my fingers and a heavy heartbeat I let myself touch his skin, feeling the fire burning into me. From his eyes to his lips, his face was for me a new, fascinating place that I would spend happily days trying to figure out.

''Why I am so attracted to you?''I sighed lowly, my breath hit his face making him flatter his eyes, those eyes I was seeing every single time Niall was staring me; those eyes I wish they could look at me like I was more than another girl. 

If Niall was always meant for me, if he was the right choice then why my heart couldn't agree with it? Why there was always a part of me that was screaming, crying that I should run away now, before things get serious and people hurt? Why I was lying to him? Was I wrong? Love is supposed to be all good and peaceful right? You are not supposed to force yourself to love somebody; this is just happening and sure it wasn't with that blonde, Irish guy. Niall was more than I could ask; he could provide me a life like the one my mother would like for me. A nice, big house with a rose garden like the one she had, kids running around calling me mother, calling him father. I could have the perfect fantasy, expect the dark parts of course; blood and broken glasses are never ideal but my life, our life would have them too. As long as young Styles was breathing, as long as my father and Liam were blinded from their passion about revenge I would never have a normal life.

And after all the weirdest part wasn't that I would have to copy with pain and fear; no. The weirdest part, the one I didn't even like picturing was that I would have to spend my days, my nights and my damn broken days with a man that was in love with me but couldn't make me fall for him. Trapped into a prison, I would spend my life trying always to be what others wanted me to be, while I didn't even know who I was and finally when the Styles would come for me there would be nothing left for them to kill. Living the life my father had planned I would be already dead soon enough.

''Annabel?''A voice calling lowly my name pulled me violently out of my thoughts. Immediately I turned around just to see that Harry was still sleeping when my name echoed again ''Open the damn door.'' Liam.

Unwrapping his arm from my waist carefully and placing a pillow under it so he wouldn't notice the difference I dragged my body onto the duvets, standing eventually up. I couldn't let Liam walk into the room and see Harry sleeping in my bed; he had enough for a day and my brother's reaction wasn't something he needed too.

''Liam'' I said faking a smile, pulling the door behind me to close. His brown eyes looked me narrowing into mine confused.

''Why you didn't open up earlier?''

''I was sleeping. It's late.'' I lied as it was the most clever thing I could do at this point. ''Is everything all right?''

''Niall told me you were in a bad mood the last days and...'' he turned his face away '' I thought I should come and check if everything is fine. I haven't seen you in a while and...''

''I am fine'' the words came out faster than I was excepting them to ''Just tired, that's all.''

''You sure it has nothing to do with Niall?"'A laugh made him turn again his face on my direction''What is so funny?''