I stared blankly at the wall. I’m the little girl. How had I not seen this before? My mother used to call me Ana because of my middle name, Anabelle, but I always complained about her calling me that because of the incident in preschool. Anna, your normal snotty preschool rich girl, decided to throw a fistful of sand straight in my face. I took a swing at her to the best of my ability with my temporary blindness, yet I end up getting in trouble.

Then, there was the hair. Though I couldn’t make out the faces, the hair should have been a dead give away. My mom always had that long, wavy chocolate brown hair that want down to mid back. It’s kind of like mine, but I have straighter hair.

But what finally made me come to realization is when my dad called me Dandelion. For as long as I could remember, I was his little ‘dandelion’. I received the nickname after repeatedly being seen playing with dandelions in the field. My dad came up with that name and it stuck really well with everyone. After his death, I wouldn’t let anyone call me that, not even Drew. It just wasn’t the same, and I hadn’t even heard that term in forever.

I was rudely awakened from my thoughts when Harry vigorously shook me by my shoulders. My instincts lead me to hook my hands onto his elbows.

“Harmony!” he yelled.

“Huh… what?” I shook my head in an effort to wake up more.

“You zoned out for quite a while there. Care to explain what just happened?” Harry flashed me his signature smile. I stared at him until his smile started to falter and I could feel his hands wiping away tears from my eyes. I hadn’t even noticed that the tears were building up; they just cam naturally to me. I pushed his hands away and shook my head burying my face in my hands.

“Damn it, Har!” I hear him hit the wall beside me. “How am I supposed to make you happy when you won’t tell me what’s wrong? When you’ve decided that I’m trusting enough to tell me what’s wrong, come and find me, but for now I’m leaving.”

And with that he stormed out of the room. Allowing the tears to flow more frequently, I buried my face back into my pillow and cried to myself.

Not minutes later, I felt the bed sink behind me before someone starts to stroke my hair.

“Shh… Don’t cry, Har,” Zayn’s soothing voice said. I sat up and forced a hug onto him, continuing to wail. “You don’t need the added stress; just breathe. Things can only get better from here.”

“How do you know that? My life isn’t exactly what you would call lucky,” I counter.

Zayn scoffs. “Are you kidding me? So maybe you haven’t had the greatest life, but you’re looking at it wrong. Picture it like this; you’re an inspiration to so many girls that want to be something. You’re engaged to Harry Styles for crying out loud! Do you know how many girls would kill to be you?”

“Well they can have him, because he’s being a dick right now.”

“Don’t say that. He’s just concerned; you haven’t exactly been letting him have insight on part of your life. Harry just wants you to be happy, that’s all.”

“So you mean he’s going through the same thing I went through when you all were hiding things from me. Yeah that’s not fair to hi-”

“Just – just let him know that you’re doing fine. He’ll understand that you’ll open up to him when you’re ready, and you’ll have to tell him what’s going on in there some time.” Zayn illustrated what he meant by tapping my head.

“I’ll never have the guts to tell him; it may be the stupidest thing in the world, but I can’t tell him.”

“Is it that bad? Har, you have to tell him.”

“Its not that bad; I just- I can’t tell him what’s going on. I won’t allow myself to.”

Zayn sighs, obviously irritated with me. I wouldn’t blame him, or Harry for that matter; I’m being quite a pain right now. “I have to go, but promise me you’ll at least try and talk to Harry about why you won’t tell him?” I nod and let him give me a friendly kiss to my forehead before scrambling out the door.

~

I decided to get out of the house, breathe in some fresh air for a little while. In an attempt to not be charged by paparazzi or fans, I pulled on some jeans and a thin jacket. Before leaving, I put on a beanie and some shades before walking out the door.

I also left my engagement ring at home, not because I’m mad at Harry, but because I really didn’t want people to be recognizing me because of the ring.

On my walk, I was very creeped out by the amount of creepy looks I got from guys, so I tried to stay close to the park area where public children play. That way if anyone stupid enough to try anything would have to keep it G rated long enough for me to tell him I’m engaged and don’t want to be messed with.

The stares got even creepier as I took a seat against a tree. I took off the shades because the darkness was a bit too dark for me in the shade. Leaning my head back, I took a deep breath and release.

Maybe I should just tell Harry. It’s just a bunch of silly dreams, but then again… Niall said that dreams have meanings. Well, that’s what I got out of what he said anyway.

“Hey.”

I open up one of my eyes to see a guy, about 6 feet tall, blonde hair hazel eyes, cocky smile. If it weren’t for the smug look on his face, I wouldn’t have the urge to punch him right now.

“Can I help you?” I ask bluntly.

“Yes, you can actually. You see, I’m a bit lost.” So maybe I shouldn’t judge people by their first impressions… “Do you think you can give me directions to your heart?” … But then again I’m always good at looking deep into first impressions.

I roll my eyes. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m engaged. I think it would be best if you just walk away and find another girl to try that pick-up line on.” I reciprocate his smug smile but his doesn’t falter and he stands put.

“Well, I don’t see a ring.”

I stand up to meet his level though I’m about seven or so inches shorter than him. “Don’t you know who I am?”

“Not really, but if you agreed to go out with me, we can change that.”

My cheeks puffed out, and I’m this much closer to blowing up on him. “You’re such a prick. I told you I’m engaged and my fiancé would be very unhappy if me wasting my time trying to explain that to you.”

“Really? Where is this fiancé of yours? Baby, you don’t need to lie. Just admit that you want all of this.” He motioned his hands towards his body. I scoffed in disgust.

“Don’t call me baby, and my fiancé may not be here, but chances are that my face will be all over the tabloids right next to your stupid face. I’m done wasting my time.” I stomp away but he calls after me.

“I’m sorry, Dandelion. I just-”

I stop. “Don’t call me that!” I spat with my back towards him.

“What, Dandelion?”

I turn to him and slap him right across his face. “I said not to call me that.” The sorrow was evident in my voice. “And you should know better than to hit on girls who are engaged. What did you mother ever teach you? Ladies are not to be treated with such disrespect…” I continued to blow up in his face until I noticed concerned looks from mothers pulling their children away in different directions. I saw flashes going off. Just great…