Oh Anna//H.S(Book 1)

Part 15: Dont you Call him Baby (part 2)

A/N: please mentally prepare yourself for this chapter. Love you guys 💖

HARRY'S POV:

About an Hour after Anna had left I get a call from a random number. I don't really think about it. Usually I just ignore it, as I did this time.
I decline the call. And keep writing and playing.
"You don't have to say you love me, you don't have to say nothing, you don't have to say, your mine."
I get a text.
"Hey, it's Jane. Call me ASAP."
Jane. She never try's to call me. Or talk to me for that matter. I call her back.
"Hey what's up?"
"A's at Malicais?!?"
"Yea...?"
"She isn't responding to my texts, or calls. I need you to go check on her."
"I have met on snap, I'll send you her location."
"I'm sure she is just busy."
"I'm worried about her."
I am to. Actually I'm very worried about her, but I say nothing.
"You saw how touchy Malicai was."
"Mhm."
"I'm probably gonna get yelled at later but will you just please go check on her."
I sigh.
"Ya."
"Ok...thank you."
"Ya."
"Bye." She hangs up. I grab my keys and drive to the location she sent me. Her car is there. I decide to call her first. It rings. And rings. Then I hear her sweet voice on the other end.
"Hey! It's Anna! Leave a message! Or just text me. It's so much easier." I hang up. And get out. I hesitate to knock on the door at first. But give a soft knock.
I'm sure everything will be fine. It will all be fine.
Hear nothing.
I knock again a little harder this time.
Nothing.
I lean my head against the door. I hear a soft
Thud.....thud....thud....
F*ck.
No no no.
I don't f*cking know what's going on in there but it's not good.
I'm pounding on the door now.
"Malicai!" I yell.
He opens it, he is wrapped in a towel.
"Where is she."
"Relax man. Over protective much."
"Your drunk."
He laughs.
"Malicai your f*cking drunk."
"Leave Harry."
"Where is she. I just need to know she is ok."
"Harry. Leave."
The anger I've never had comes out of me. I push him up against the wall.
"Where is she!" I yell
"I..."
"Malicai where the F*ck is she."
"Baby..." it's Cherry. I know she isn't talking to me. And it hurts. It hurts bad. But I ignore my feelings. They aren't important right now.
"Babe, go upstairs."  Malicai calls. That also hurts. Worse than I can imagine. The fact that she called him baby. She called him what she called me.
I let go of Malicai and start walking to the door.
"Harry?" She says studdering.
I stop
"Anna are you drunk?"
I walk up to her and notice she isn't wearing a bra. And that hurts worse. Worse than I would like to admit.
"Anna your f*cking drunk and he F*cked you?!" I yell.
She started crying.
"Anna grab your f*cking sh*t were leaving, you can get your car tomorrow when you sober!" I say.
She runs upstairs, then back down and I take her hand and we walk to my car, she gets in
"Anna what happened." I say as I leave.
She starts crying. Everytime she cry's infront of me it takes a part away from me. It kills me a little.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She says.
"Don't be sorry Cherry I'm not mad at you." I'm not mad at her. Mad. I'm just hurt. But she doesn't need to know that.
"No but you need to be. It was me! It was me Harry!" She screams.
"Baby calm down." I say softly.
"Don't call me that." That hurts. That hurts bad. But again I ignore my feelings.
"Harry...you...you don't understand..." she says.
"Baby...we weren't even dating." It's true. We really weren't. It was just kinda a silly crush.
"Stop calling me that." I fight the urge to cry. It's weird for me. I hardly ever cry. Like ever.
"Why?" I say.
"Because I called him Baby. I F*cking called him baby, he F*cked me and I let him Harry."
"Cherry, your drunk. We'll talk about this later."
"Harry stop. I'm Anna."
"Your my Cherry, your Baby," I whisper.
"Harry I called him baby, I kissed him, I f*cked some random guy before I even undressed infront of you."
I don't say anything. My heart aches.
"Anna your drunk." I say.
"Harry I don't deserve nick names from you right now. I'm Annalise. Call me Annalise."
I hate this. I hate not calling her Cherry, or Baby, or anything other than Annalise. It sounds weird. Annalise. It's almost like she is a completely different person. Annalise is different than Cherry, or Baby. And it hurts. Even though she is drunk and can't think straight. It still hurts. We just drive. I hear her sniffles and start singing.
"Put a price on emotion....looking for something to buy..." I don't think it helps. But it helps me. Knowing I wrote that about Cherry.
Cherry.