Anna

18

Harry's POV

Anna was laying in my bed completely naked just looking out the window at the beach. My heart had never felt more full. She was toying with her hair completely oblivious to the fact I was standing in the doorway perving on her.

I couldn't help myself. Even though I was nursing the worst hangover of my life, I'd do anything to be inside her again and again. It was even better than I'd remembered. She felt like home.

"Harry?" She called over her shoulder looking at me through hooded eyes. "Come back to bed!"

Gladly.

The majority of our day was spent in bed. Between the sheets, kissing, and cuddling. Anna was more herself than I'd ever seen. She wasn't timid or nervous. She was relaxed and free.

She rested her chin on her hands over my chest looking up into my eyes as she talked about her parents. She mentioned how controlling they'd always been when she was younger. She said they'd come back to drag her home. She'd told them she wasn't going though, and they didn't like that I guess. She said they were going to cut her off for staying out here.

"I'll be alright without their money. I can get a job and help Emilia take care of Gram. It's no big deal. I just hate the things my mom said to me." She sighed.

"What did she say?" I asked.

"That I'd end up like my brother." She said solemnly. "He overdosed out here in 2013."

"I'm sorry to hear that." I sighed reaching to cup her cheek. "You were close with him?"

"Not much once he moved out here, but yeah. He was still my big brother." She smiled sadly. "He was practically my hero as a kid. I always wanted to be a free spirit like Paul."

"I'm sure he'd be proud of you for standing up to your parents." I smiled.

She chuckled. "Yeah, he really would be."

"I'm proud of you too. I know you want to make them proud, but you also need to make yourself happy." I said moving my hand from her cheek to push her hair behind her ear.

"I know that." She smiled. "Paul would've adored you Harry."

"Oh yeah?"

"He was the reason I took my trip to London actually. He'd always wanted to go since he's named after Paul McCartney, but he didn't ever get to. So, Macy and I took that trip for him. He was into music and underrated bands. He'd have like you a lot."

"Probably not so much when he found out I was banging his sister though." I teased her.

She raised up and smacked my chest but laughed the whole time. "Way to ruin a moment."

"Couldn't resist." I smiled tousling my hair.

She looked like an angel as she rolled her eyes at me. Her hair was a tangled mess from our romping around. She hadn't worn any makeup but her cheeks were still flushed and tinted with a bit of an embarrassed blush.

"You're so beautiful Anna." I said sincerely.

"Thank you." She smiled. "You're not too bad yourself Styles."