Oh Anna//H.S(Book 1)

Part 3: 'thought you would want something clean'

"Ok Ok Ok...so you of all people used to work in a bakery" I say with a smile.
He nods with laughter. We were sitting in his hot tub.
"Tell me more about you."
"Me? Why me? You tend to ask a lot of questions you know that, once you get started it's hard for you to stop." I joke with him. He tilts his head back on his hands looking up at the sky.
"Jus tryna understand you, baby." He tells me. I roll my eyes.
"Not sure what you want to know."
"Everything."
"Well I cant tell you everything"
"And why is that..."
"Because...because some things are meant to stay quiet." He nods.
"Where were you born."
"Lagoon Beach California."
"Have you been here your whole life...in California I mean."
"Mhm."
"What was your family like?"
"My mom was a Hippie. My dad was...well he wasn't around...and I have a sister, She is 14, were 9 years apart.." he stops me.
"So you twenty......" he starts moving his finger around and looking up like he is concentrating
"Twenty...."
"No don't tell me!!" I roll my eyes.
"Your 23."
"Really? I didn't know. Thanks for clarifying." He laughs.
"So anyway."
"So anyway I...."
"What.."
"I felt a rain drop."
"You didn't!" He says. He sounds very excited. He looks up at the sky and sees the storm clouds as more drops fall.
"Let's go inside and you can tell me more." He gets out and throws me a towel. And I step out wrapping the towel around my swimsuit.
"Ok you can go upstairs and shower in the guest bedroom. I'll be down here making dinner." I nod and go upstairs.
I walk in the guest bedroom is so pretty. I go straight for the bathroom and turn on the shower. I take off my swimsuit and step in, letting the warm water hit my skin. His shower is so nice, I love his house.

Once I'm done I'm the shower I realize my bag is still downstairs. I wrap myself in a towel and open the door, on the floor next to it is my bag, and his hoodie with a note.
"Thought you would want something clean." It says. I grab everything and walk inside. I put on my bra and underwear I had before throwing his hoodie over me and I run my fingers through my hair finger combing it.
I run downstairs and it smells like a Mexican restaurant.
"Watcha makin' it smells good."
"Burritos, no meat. Hope your ok with that." I smile and nod.
"Don't eat meat?" He shakes his head.
"Hope you don't mind." He says.
"Oh I don't. I don't really eat it much anyway, not because I don't want to...just because I just don't like it that much." He nods. And hands me food.
"Harry...this is really good..." he smiles.
"Glad you like it, anyway...your staying here tonight, and I'm taking you out Tomorrow."
"Out? Where."
"Just...the city, going places. It will be fun."
I smile and nod.

I wake up in the guest bedroom and walk downstairs.
"Harry...I have nothing to wear."
"I have a closet, with shirts, and you can get creative. I know you can." He says. I smile.
"Go look in there you'll find something." He says.
So I do. I walk into his closet, it's huge. Like litterally huge. I start going through his T-Shirts. And decide on a vintage looking white Kiss T-shirt. I through it on and tuck it into the jeans I wore over here. Not bad. Actually kinda cute. And it smelled good.
I walked down stairs. He looked up and smiled. He walk up to me and grabbed my hand and twirled me around.
"Perfect! See I told you." I smile.
"Come on." He walks into the car and grabs keys to a white car. We get in and he leaves the driveway. He looks up at me and smiles.
"What?" I say.
He laughs. "Nothing."
"That's such Bull. Tell me." He rolls his eyes.
"You look good in my shirt."
"Harry Styles I look good in anything."
He smiles and pulls over.
"We'll see about that." He gets out and runs to the other side of the car opening my door for me and letting me out. We walk into a small clothing shop.
"What are we doing here."
"Testing your theory. What size are you." He says walking up to a rack with a whole bunch of different shirts. I smile.
"Medium."
He pulls a shirt off the rack.
"Hold this." He hands it too me and walks up to a rack with a whole bunch of pants and shorts. He stops at a pile of jeans. And looks up to me with his eye brows raised as if asking me a question. I smile.
"4." He gives a slight nod and grabs a pair of  jeans. And hands them to me. He walks over to a rack with dresses on them and grabs one and hands it to me again. He walks me to the dressing room. And motions for me to go in.
"Let's test your I look good in anything theory." He sits on a bench and I walk in. I slip on the first out fit and walk out. He smiles.
"Ok go try on the dress." He says.
I do as he says and walk in trying on the dress. It's pretty. I like it. A lot. I walk out and he stand up. And twirls me around like he did this morning. He smiles. And pushes me back into the dressing room.
I change back into my jeans and his shirt and walk out holding the clothes. He takes them out of my hands and walks up to the counter.
"Harry Styles what are you doing."
"You were right. You do look good in anything. Especially that dress, so I'm buying it for you." The cashier slips it into a bag and hands it back to him.
He hands it to me and we walk out. I get in his car.
"Thanks...you didn't have to do that."
"Key word there, Have to. I wanted to."
"Actually Sir thats two words."
He rolls his eyes.