Oh Anna//H.S(Book 1)

Part 18: We'll Be alright

A/N: ok so in this chapter you figure out who anna called to help her write the song, when they are writing, think of it as their POV of the situation.
"So you need help writing a song..."
I nod. Harry stands next to my couch and sees me sitting with the guitar he gave me.
"Ok...sing me the chorus."
"Um...ya uh.." I start to play.
"Why would you ever Kiss me, I'm not even half as pretty, you gave her your sweater, it's just polyester, but you liked her better, I wish I were Heather.." I sing.
"Ok..." he says sitting next to me with his guitar, he starts playing.
"Watch as you stand with him holding your hand, he puts his arm around your shoulder..now I'm getting colder..but how could I hate him..he's such an angel,  but then again kinda wish he was dead.."
He pauses and looks at my notebook.
"As she walks by, what a sight for sore eyes, brighter than a dark sky, he's got you mesmerized, while I die..."  I notice his lyric change...I think he is talking about me...I feel selfish for saying that, but it's true. We sing the chorus again, together this time.
"I...Ik sorry if I bothered you.."
"No...it's ok..you weren't bothering me..." he says sitting next to me. I look up and see the picture of Mal and I on the mantel. I close my eyes trying not to cry.
"Anna...are you ok?"
I stand I throw the picture face down. My eyes still closed, and my hand on top of the picture...
"I'm sorry..."
"Anna...did he hurt you..." I give a soft nod.
"He was never home....and when he was...he would come home, sleep with me, and leave the next day..." my eyes were closed. I spoke in a whisper. He stood and turned me around, hugging me.
"Heather Rain...the model he was shooting for...he told me he thought I had more money than I did, and when I didn't, he said she had more, and that she was hot and all the sh*t, and he...he just left. He left faster than I could even process, right after you left yesterday actually..." I start crying laughing at how dumb I am. I'm a stupid idiot, I can't think. I should have noticed all the signs. But I didn't. I f*cking didn't. And now I'm here with a broken heart and some old pictures.
"We were only together for a month Harry, it took him a month, and he was tired of me." I say with tears in my eyes. He rubs my back.
"And I was so stupid I didn't realize the dumb sh*t he was doing.."
"Don't call your self stupid, you were in love, Love does funny things to you sometimes." He says.
"Harry..."
"Yes..."
"Have you ever been in love."
He smiles, almost as if recalling the memory.
"Ya."
"Will you tell me about it."
"Her name was Camille....Camille Rowe." He says.
I smile.
"She was French...she had the cutest little accent." He says smiling.
"It was always fun around her...we were always together and it was almost like we...." his smile fades.
"I'm sorry...I Uh....are you ok." He says, changing the subject. I don't mention it.
"If I'm honest...no, I'm not...but I will be." I look around the living room. Seeing mal's his shoes at the door.
"I...I need a box." I say walking to the hall closet, and grabbing a big box. I unfold it and drop his shoes and the picture in the box. I start for the stairs and look to Harry. Motioning for him to come. We go upstairs and I go to my closet going through every single thing in the closet. I stop at his hoodie. Reliving the memory form it.

"It's freezing out here, where are we going..."
"Take this.." he throws me his hoodie.
"We're going to take pictures of you in the snow, it's too beautiful and your too perfect right now to pass up." I get chills putting his hoodie on and walk into the woods with him.

I slide past it and moving more clothes.
Put it in the box Annalise.
I stop and go back to it taking it off the hanger and throwing it into the box. Harry sits on my bed.
"What's this?" He says grabbing a book from my shelf.
"Oh...that...that uh..." he opens it and smiles. It was a picture book I had put together with pictures of Harry, all his friends, and I.
"I...I had to hide it...Malicai would get mad...when he saw me looking through it..." he nods and puts it back on the shelf. I keep going through the closet and at the back I see the dress...

"Are you sure they want me here?"
"Babe, your here with me, they will love you, I promise."
We walk into the church and see all his family. I know no one.

"His sisters wedding..." I say under my breath.
"Huh?" Harry says.
"He...we took me to his sisters wedding, and..." I laugh.
"It was the most uncomfortable thing I've ever been through...know one talked to me...it was horrible." I say. My smile fades remembering how that night ended.

"Please don't ever bring me to one of your family gathers again.." I joke. He looks me up and down, then back at the road.
"God fine...it's not their fault. You refused to talk to anyone."  He pulled up to the hotel. And we walked in.
"Baby...I..."
"Oh god what now Anna, what's your excuse gonna be this time."
"I...I was gonna say I'm sorry." I say. It was a lie. I wasn't sorry, everyone ignored me and pretended like I didn't exist, I didn't feel like I should be talking.
"Thank you Babe." He grabs my waits and pulls me into him kissing me.

He slept with me that night. I take it off the hanger and throw it into a different pile.
"Your coming with me tonight, we're going to the beach tonight, and we're having a bonfire." I say.
"Um...are you sure you want me to come? Why not take Jane or something."
"Yes Harry, I want you to come."  He nods. I move from the closet to the top shelf, I pulled down a box, our memory box. I open it, and see the tickets.

"Pick a movie."
"Whatever one you want."
"No, I asked you."
I open my phone and look up new movies.
"Always Be my Maybe came out the other day, let's do that one."

I smile at the thought. Then remember the rest.
"Romantic Comidies? Seriously, I thought you were done with him. You chose me remember, me!" He yelled.
"Baby, I'm sorry, I...I just....I just thought..."
"No, f*ck it, we going to see one I'm choosing, I know you hate horror movies, so we're going to see ready or not, the one you know I've been wanting to see." He yells and throws the door open walking to the car.

I bite my lower lip. Starting to cry. I throw the whole box in the burn pile and run to the bathroom, taking all the jewelry he bought me and throwing it in his d*mn box. Surprisingly we have a lot for only a month of dating. Maybe it feels like a lot. But I just don't know.
"I'll be right back." I say. I run downstairs and into the closet, I get the glitter. The f*cking glitter. Tons of it. I run back upstairs and empty the first container into the box.
"Woah!" Harry says as I'm finishing off the first container and opening the second.
"I'm done, it's what he deserves, he took advantage of me, So now I'm making his clothes sparkly for years." I say tears falling.
He nods. I finish off the second and start of the last one. Distributing it throughout the whole box. I drop all 3 containers in the box, close it, and throw it by the front door, grab another box, throw my burn pile, hair spray, and a lighter in the box. Put on my shoesC grab my keys and go for the door.
Harry follows. We get in my car and I though the burn pile in the back. We drive.
"Anna...are you sure your ok?"
"Ya...I'm ok."
We get to the beach and stop at the same familiar spot. The sun is setting.
I light it and watch it burn. I watch all the flames demolish the dress, and all the pictures of us, all the memories, the movie tickets, the little notes he used to write me, all the letters, and the bullsh*t lies he told, and all the times I believed him. I start crying. Not because I miss him, it's hard to miss someone who was never around. I have that same feeling of emptiness he gave me all the time. It feels like nothing has changed. I'm crying because I was stupid and missed him. I missed him not knowing he was sleeping with some model, not knowing he didn't even love me as much as I loved him, not knowing that he sh*t on my heart the entire time.
"Anna...."
"Yea..."
"We'll be alright...." he says., hugging me. 
We'll. He is with. We'll be alright. We will be alright.
We.