Oh Anna//H.S(Book 1)

Part 17: Heather

A/N: please mentally prepare yourself for these next few chapters. I love you all

I lay alone in my empty apartment.
I miss him. A lot. I've only talked to him once this week. I decide to call.
It rings for a while.
"Hello."
"Hey Baby. I....I miss you...when are you coming home?"
"I'll be home in Uh....Hey Brian when are we leaving...we don't know yet....but I promise I'll be home in time for your birthday."
"Promise?"
"Yes, I promise, I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Thank you Baby."
" uh huh. Um so, please don't call me unless I call you ok? We're really busy and I...I just don't want to disturb anybody."
"Ok...I..." I sigh.
"Ok. I love you, see you soon ok?"
"Ok, bye." He hangs up.
I throw my phone on the floor.
I miss him more than I can imagine. But he'll be back. Everything will be fine.
I get another call.
"Yes Jane?"
"Harry's Album released. The one you shot for?"
"Ya?"
"I'm pretty sure 9/12 of the songs are about you."
"What? Why do you say that."
"A, he has a song called 'Cherry'."
"Your lying he doesn't."
"The lyrics go 'Dont you call him baby, we're not talking lately, don't you call him what you used to call me.' I'm pretty sure it's about you, girly."
"I..."
"Just go listen too it."
"K. I will listen to it." I say with a sigh in my voice.
"bye."
"Bye Jane."
It starts nice. The tune is lovely.
"Don't you call him baby.....we're not talking lately.....don't you call him what you used to call me..." it hurts me a little knowing I hurt him.
"I....I confess, I can tell that you are at your best, I'm selfish so I'm hating it..." I sit and listen...speechless, thoughtless...
"I.....notice that, there's a piece of you in how I dress.....take it as a compliment...."
The chorus comes up again.
"Don't you call him baby, we're not talking lately, don't you call him what you used to call me..." his voice is soft, it moves with the guitar.
It goes to a mini solo, Mitch I'm assuming.
"I.....I just miss.....I just miss your accent and your friends....did you know I still talk to them...does he take you walkin' around his parents gallery..." Mal's parents. They....they own a art gallery in New York.... the chorus starts up again. The tune he is playing sounds so familiar. I can't tell what from though.
"Don't you call him baby, we're not talking lately...don't you call him what you used to call me.." I keep thinking about the line 'we're not talking lately' because we are. We have been talking. Maybe it was the first week that he wrote this....right after I told him....he repeated the chorus again. After the second time you can hear him yelling. It makes me tear up. But it's hard because I love Malicai. Maybe it's just knowing I hurt him. The song ends and I sit and stare at the picture. Then it starts up again...and echo. The guitar....it sounds to familiar
"Cou cou" it's me. It's my voice. The video he took of me speaking French...
"Tu dors? Oh, j'suis désolée Bah non." I hear laughter.
"Nan c'est pas important, Ouais, on était à la plage, et maintenant Parfait, Harry" I say.
It's hard. It's hard to hear him struggling. To hear him hurting.
DAY 2
I get a text the next morning, hoping it's from Mal, by surprise it's Harry.
"Hey Anna, haven't talked to you in a while, how you been:)" I smile at that thought. I did miss him.
"I've been ok. How about you?"
"Just ok? Want to talk about it?"
"Not really...maybe some other time." I didn't want to tell him I missed Mal. Or anything, especially after hearing Cherry.
"Congrats on dropping the album! The songs are great." I say. Realizing it would probably be a mistake. 
"Oh...you heard that.."
"Ya, their really good."
"Thanks"
":)"
That's awkward. And weird. I get up out of bed and walk into the kitchen. I start on breakfast, Jane Calls me.
"Hey! Is Malicai coming home tonight?"
"Not sure...he told me not to talk to him til he talks to me."
"He.....you let him say that?"
"Jane, he is busy."
"What's he doing again?"
"He is in New York, shooting for some model."
"Mhm."
"I trust him Jane. He is just busy."
"Ya ok. Anyway. So are you exited for you birthday tomorrow."
"Not really, birthdays stop being fun after 18."
"Girly what's wrong."
"I miss him. Maybe a lot."
"And...."
"What that's it."
"Annalise Maple walker!" She says.
"What!"
"What the F*ck is wrong!"
I take a deep breath.
"He texted me."
"He did not" she says.
"Ya....we haven't talked in like a week."
"What did he say."
I set the phone down on speaker and start making breakfast.
"He just asked me how I was doing, just checking in on me, and I complimented and congratulated him on his new album and that was pretty much it."
"Mm."
"What?"
"Want my personal opinion."
"Kinda."
"I think Malicai is a dumba*ss, and I think you need to be with Harry."
"Your just saying that because Harry wrote a song about me."
"No...like 8 or 9 songs."
"Whatever. I'm gonna go. I'll see you soon."
I had waited all night for a text. A small text. Just something little. And nothing. Nothing at all. Not a call, not a text, nothing.
DAY 3
I wake up to nothing. Not Malicai, not texts from him, no calls from him. God, I miss him. I miss him a lot. I feel tears fall as I sit in bed, in bed wishing I was there. Someone knocks on my door, I get exited,
He's bone.
. I get up and go down stairs. And open it. It's Harry.
"I...."
"I'm sorry for not giving you a heads up or anything."
"No no it's fine I just...I wasn't expecting you."
"Happy Birthday." He says.
"Um...you remembered?"
"Yes of course I remembered....I Uh...I brought you a present."
I roll my eyes.
"Come in." I say he takes a box wrapped in paper. A huge box. Like huge.
"Harry what did you get me?"
"Give to you."
I sit on the floor and he hands It to me sitting across from me. I rip the paper. It's just a brown box.
"Open it." He says with a smile.
I do, and it's a guitar.
"Harry..."
"I..I know you don't play...I just...I decorated it and wanted to take it on tour with me, but I just thought you would like to have it....." I pull it out and it's red with Cherry's on it.
"Thank you."  I say.
"Made me think of you..." he whispers. I smile. And hug him. I close my eyes and picture Mal. I take a deep breath, some tears in it.
"Anna...are you ok?" He rubs my back.
I break from the hug.
"Ya ya...I...Mal was supposed to be home last night and he..." I stop.
"So why don't you call him?"
"He told me not too..."
"Why?"
"He said he was busy...It...it doesn't really matter that much...thanks for coming...and the guitar..."
He nods almost in a disappointed way.
"On another note...how much of the album did you listen too"
"Well...Fine Line, Adore you, Sunflower Vol. 6 was really good...oh and The one about me." I give him a smirk. And he rolls his eyes.
"What one." He says under his breath.
My face goes straight.
"What?!" I say.
"Nothing...I didn't say anything." He says smiling. His accent is adorable.
"I didn't say anything" I repeat in his accent.
"Oh I'm Anna...I like to cry alone in my car!" He mocks in my voice. My eyes move to his hand. Specifically his nails.
"You...you painted them." I say. He smiles.
"Well...I said there was a piece of you in how I dress didn't I..." he says.
"Ya I got that." I say.
He still has feelings for me. I can tell. It kinda hurts to know sometimes. The door unlocks. And Mal walks in.
"Baby!" I say standing to hug him. He rolls his eyes walks right past me and up to our bedroom.
"Oh..." I say.
"I...I'm gonna go. Happy Birthday Anna."
"Thanks...thanks for coming..and remembering....and the guitar."
He nods and walks out the door.
I walk up into the bedroom and see Mal throwing a bunch of clothes in his suit case.
"Baby...what are you doing..."
"Moving out."
"W-what?"
"Ya..."
"Why?" I'm confused. What did I do.
"Anna...." he walks over to me.
"Your stupid as sh*t."
"What..."
"I thought I needed you, your a good photographer, thought you made more money than you did...that didn't happen. So then I told myself..well at this she is good for sex right? No, you suck at that too, so I'm leaving you...I found a model in New York, her name is Heather Rain. She's hot, and her parents are rich as f*ck, I wish you well...or whatever....plus, Harry wants to F*ck you anyway so I'm doing you a favor." He takes the suit case and leaves.
"If I forgot anything send it to this address." He throws a sticky note on the table by the door and drops his key next to it. He leaves. He is gone. Within a second.  I stand in the hallway. Not being able to move. I swallow hard. A tear falls down my face. I walk into the living room and fall on the floor. Crying. Regretting.
Day 3
I wake up and start to scroll through Instagram. I see Mal's post. Him and Heather.
She is wearing his sweater...it's just polyester...
I call Jane. And tell her everything.
And she comes over.
"I'm not even half as pretty!"
"Hey...." she stops to think.
"What would Harry do."
I stop.
"Write a song." She smiles and motions to the guitar. I stood and decided to do something I never thought I would. I picked it up.
"I only know one note."
"Play your feelings."  I do.

"I still remember, third of December, me in your sweater, you said it looked better, on me than it did you, only if you knew, how much I liked you." I've never written a song before...it came so naturally.
Jane sat and watched.
"But I watch you eyes as she walks by, what a sight for sore eyes, brighter than a blue sky, she has you mesmerized, while I die." I hesitate and think. Jane motions for me to keep going.
"Why would you ever kiss me, I'm not even half as pretty, you gave her sweater, it's just polyester, but you like her better, I wish I were Heather." I stop. She smiles and passes me my phone.
"You know what you need to do." I take a deep breath. She is right. I do.
"Hey what's up?"
"I...I need you to help me."
"Help you with what?"
"Write a song..."
A/N:
Who do you think she was talking to???"
Song: Heather by Conan Gray.