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My Heart Skips A Beat

Chapter 6

My head was pounding, like there was a huge brick on top of it. I tried to move, but couldn’t.
What was wrong with me?
I opened my eyes reluctantly to an unfamiliar room.
Where the hell was I?
I started to panic a little, trying to remember last night. I remembered bits and pieces; Dancing with Eleanor and Danielle… Going into the kitchen to find water…
Oh, god…
I suddenly had a memory of Harry carrying me down the steps, placing me in a cab. I remembered snuggling up next to him, my face buried in his shirt, breathing in his scent. Oh, god only knows what I had said to him.
It wasn’t until then that I realized I definitely wasn’t alone. I turned my head to come face to face with a fast asleep Harry Styles. His arm was flung over my waist, his head tilted towards mine. I didn’t move, I couldn’t. I didn’t want to though; I just wanted a minute to be able to enjoy this. His breathing was even and steady with mine, his eyelashes fluttering like he might be dreaming about something.
He looked about 5 years old.
I smiled to myself as I watched him sleep, way less freaked out by the situation than I probably should be. But for some reason, it felt okay to be like this with him.
I managed to fall back to sleep, waking up again later on to an empty bed next to me. I sat up quickly, too quickly. WAY too quickly.
“Ughhhhhh” moaning, I let my head fall into my hands.
“Rough night?” I heard Harry’s voice chime from the doorway.
“Pretty much.” When I looked up I was met with the picture of perfection. Harry stood there in a v neck t shirt, grey sweatpants, his dark curls falling perfectly across his forehead, holding a massive Starbucks cup of coffee.
“You didn’t” I grinned.
“I did.” He handed it to me. I took a long sip, remembering the last time I had coffee. The morning I flew to London from New York. It had been way too long. It’s not as if you couldn’t get it here. It just wasn’t nearly as easily accessible as in New York City. And I’ve sort of had other things going on.
“Ugh, you are way too nice for your own good, Styles.”
“Nah, I’m just a sucker for a damsel in distress. Of which, last night, you were one.”
“I am SO sorry. I don’t even know what to say.”
“No need to say anything, I was more than happy to help.”
“Can I, uh, ask you something?”
“How exactly did we- well, uhh. Okay I’ll just say it. How exactly did we end up in the same bed?” He laughed.
“You didn’t want to be alone.” Immediately his tone was more serious.
“I said that?”
“You don’t remember?” The way he said it, I knew I had said too much last night.
“No, not at all.”
“You were really upset when we got back here. About, well, it seemed like loads of things. I didn’t get all the details, but you said you didn’t want to be left alone. So I stayed.” I swallowed hard, trying to gain some sort of memory of this. I came up blank.
“Thank you.” I whispered, looking at him differently this time. I was so grateful to be with him right now. And as much as I didn’t want to admit it, this was only making me like him more. But honestly, how could it not?
“You’re welcome.”
“So where is everyone?”
“They went out for breakfast, hangover cure.”
“Smart. Very Smart. You didn’t want to go?”
“I would rather stay here.”
“Oh…” There was no response to that that seemed good enough. And once again, I had that intense urge to kiss him.
I think at this point it’s safe to say that I liked Harry, a lot. So why was it that every time we were together and I got the sense that he might like me too, did I not just, DO something about it? There was clearly something holding me back, I just didn’t know what it was. I wanted to kiss him, there was no doubt about that. I wanted to know what it felt like for him to kiss me, and hold me. I also wanted to know, more than anything, that this wasn’t a one-way thing. That maybe, possibly, he felt something for me to. And I guess that’s where my doubt lies. I mean, he’s HARRY STYLES. And just being here for a few weeks, I have learned that that is a big deal. He’s a star. He has millions of girls crying over him and throwing themselves at him. And I was just, me. I simply could not wrap my mind around that fact that he could have feelings for me. It was too bizarre.
“You okay?” He asked, suddenly bringing me back to life.
“Yeah. Just, uh… thinking.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“The truth?”
“Of course.” He was looking at me with the mesmerizing green eyes that could make me lose my train of thought in seconds, so I forced myself to look away.
“I was just, wondering, how this all is happening to me right now. I mean, why, you know? It’s just so crazy, once you stop and think about it. I’m just some girl you met in a cab who was most likely having a panic attack. Why me?” I knew it was a big question to ask, but it needed to be done. He sat down next to me on the bed, close enough for me to see the slight stubble across his perfect face.
“Anna, look at me.” He tilted my head upwards so we were eye to eye. “I’ve been asking myself the same question, about you. Yeah, I may be a star over here but you are, incredible. You’re this beautiful, smart, funny, New York girl who was brave enough to pick up her entire life and move to London. The first time we met, you were leaving a club at 8:30, you say you can’t come hang out with me because you have to study. You are so much more than I could ever be. So don’t sell yourself short just because I went on a TV show and got famous.” His hand was still cupping my cheek and I felt the heat of his skin against mine. His face was so close to mine I could see every detail of it perfectly. His long dark lashes, his full lips. I just sat there, looking at him. And I sort of think he was doing the exact same thing to me. I watched as his eyes wandered across my face. I felt suddenly self-conscious, as I had just woken up. My hands immediately went to my hair, running my fingers through it to try and tame it.
“Stop, Anna, please. You don’t need to do that. You’re beautiful.”
“I said, you’re beautiful, because you are. And I’m not going to keep pretending that I don’t think that because I do. And you deserve to have someone tell you that you’re beautiful. And if you don’t stop me, I’m going to kiss you.” He said the last part so quickly I wasn’t even sure if I had just wanted to hear it, or if it had actually happened. But suddenly he was leaning in towards me and it took all of my power to not just jump on top of him. My eyes fluttered shut and I let his lips touch mine, just for a second. He was about to pull away when I stopped him, grabbing his shoulders, and this time I was the first to lean in. I kissed him this time, with slightly more intensity than the first kiss. I kept each of my hands on his shoulders, steadying myself. I could feel my heart beating against my chest and I wondered if he knew how nervous I was. I felt as he parted his lips, his tongue touching my bottom lip. I allowed it to slide into my mouth, causing me to gasp a little. I felt him smile against my lips, clearly content with the impact he had on me. I moved closer to him, if that was possible, practically sitting on his lap at this point. My arms locked around his neck, playing with the few curls at the nape of his neck as his hands found their way around my waist, holding me close to him. And as we kissed, I wondered how just a few moments ago, I had been questioning this entire thing. Why was a trying to deny this? This completely obvious pull that I had towards him.

We were sitting on my bed, every inch of her pressed against every inch of me, and it was everything that I had imagined and more, so much more. I breathed in her perfume when she let my lips trail down her neck. She kissed across my jaw line, to my ear where she giggled into my ear, and finally making her way back to my hungry lips, dying for more. My pulse was racing and I wanted to calm down, to be able to say that this wasn’t that big of a deal. But that was a lie, because it was a big deal. I wasn’t sure why, it just felt that way. It really did feel like it was the beginning of something.
Then, suddenly, I heard the front door open, voices traveling through the flat. We quickly pulled apart.
“I uh, I guess the boys are back.” I said breathlessly.
“Yeah.” She responded, nervously running her fingers through her hair. I caught her hand in mine, looking at her one more time before this spell was going to be broken. I gave her one last small kiss before we both stood up, making our way into the living room.
“Ahh, sleeping beauty!” Louis joked to Anna who just smiled at his constant jokes.
“ So I assume YOU had a good night?” he asked.
“You know, it wasn’t that bad at all.” She said, giving me a side-glance. “You know, besides the drunkenness. But yeah, other than that, pretty good…”
‘Well I’m glad.” The boys all flopped down on the couch, flipping on the TV to a football game.
“I should go.” Anna said quietly to me. I moaned in protest.
“Have you really got to go? I’m sure Molly is doing a fantastic job of covering for you.”
“That’s actually exactly what I’m worried about. I’m going to owe her so big.”
“I hope it was worth it.”
“Of course it was.” I felt myself smiling like an idiot, but I just didn’t care.
“I’ll see you later, then?”
“Yes. Later.” She stood on her tiptoes to reach me, and I gripped her waist to help her. I tilted my head down and kissed her again, letting it last a little longer than what was probably appropriate. “G’bye, love.”
“Bye”. She smiled widely as she gathered her things and opened the front door, obviously taking the coffee with her.
The second she has gone, all four boys leaped off the couch and surrounded me in a fit of cheers and high fives.
“Aye! You did it man!” Liam said happily.
“Shush!” I knew for a fact that if she was still on our floor she could hear them, but to be quite honest I didn’t really care all that much.
“So what?” I asked cheekily. I knew what they wanted to hear, but they weren’t gonna get it.
“Oh, c’mon! Tell us!”
“I’m not telling you anything.” I walked over to the couch and sat down, pretending to be interested in the football game.
“Alright well, if Harry’s going to be boring, I guess we should just get going.” Liam said.
“Go where?”
“Management wants us for a meeting in 30 minutes.”

I had to go all Charlie’s Angels when trying to get back into the building, making sure no one saw me until I was safely back in my room. And I wasn’t in there for 2 minutes before there was a frantic knocking on the door.
“Hey” I said to Molly who came barging into my room.
“Tell me. Everything. Now.”
“Don’t even TRY to argue, you OWE me. You owe me for LIFE.” The truth is, I couldn’t argue with her. I did owe her for life.
So I told her everything. I told her about the party, and the creep at the party, and Harry taking care of me last night. And then I told her about what had happened this morning.
“Oh my GOD you have got to be kidding me! Please tell me this is a joke.” I just shrugged.
“So….?” I was pretty sure I knew what she was alluding to. “SO HOW THE HELL WAS IT?!”
I laughed nervously, remembering what had been happening only half an hour ago.
“Honestly, amazing. And not for the reasons your dirty mind is thinking! It was amazing because, I don’t know, it felt right.” I knew I was smiling like a moron.
“Well, you look happy.”
“I am.”
“So should I set a wedding date, or…”

We were all seated in a conference room at Syco Records, wondering what was so important that we all had to be here immediately.
“Hi, boys” Jacob said, waltzing into the room with about 5 other important looking people in suits. We responded with a chorus of greetings.
“So, as you know, you were supposed to be flying over to the US in about 2 weeks for the video shoot. But there’s been a slight change in plan-“ He paused, looking at each of us, “We’re going to need you to fly out by Tuesday.”
“This coming Tuesday?” Zayn asked.
“Yes, correct.”
“Um, okay…” We didn’t really know what to say. We couldn’t exactly argue with the people who controlled our entire career, it just all seemed to be happening quite fast.
“So everything’s going to be pushed up, you’ll fly to LA on Tuesday, film the WMYB video, then catch the red-eye back here and get ready for the press tour. The single has done incredibly, and we can’t wait too long for the fans to get new stuff from you. We need to jump on this NOW.”
“Alright.” I heard Liam say. I knew this wasn’t what I should be thinking about but; Anna.
This morning, I thought we had a week to be together until everything got crazy. But now, we had a matter of days. And then who knows how long I’ll have to wait to see her again. But on the other hand, this was our career. This should be the most important thing.
“So, we just wanted to let you boys know. We’ll be handling all the flights, hotels, and transportation. Just be ready to go by half eight on Tuesday morning.” He said, standing up to leave.
“Well- THAT was the quickest meeting in history.” Niall said once we were alone.
“Tuesday…” I heard myself say.
“This is a GOOD thing, mate!”
“I know, I just-“
“I know, you’re thinking about Anna. Trust me, I know. But you need to think about this from a different perspective. We’re going to film a VIDEO. Our FIRST music video! This is massively exciting!” Louis patted me on the back.
“Yeah, you’re right. I know you’re right.” I was just really going to miss her.

Later that day after digesting everything that I realized would be happening in the next few days, I decided to text Anna. I needed to see her and tell her everything.

I’ve been thinking… we should go out. Like on a proper date.

Is that your way of asking me out?

Yes. That is exactly what that is.

Well then, I would love to.

Brilliant. Can I pick you up tonight? I promise to be wearing my best disguise?

Wow, tonight? Someone’s not wasting any time.

Well I WAS going to suggest right now, but I assumed you were busy. So I’m willing to wait a whole day.

Well, It’s good to know you have some self-restraint. But yes, tonight would be perfect. But you should know, I told Molly.

Told Molly what?

About…you. She sort of forced it out of me. And as YOU so kindly told her last night, I owed her.

So basically its my fault?

Yes. Precisely. I’m glad we’re on the same page with that. J

Yes. Me too.

So, you’re not mad?

No of course not. I can’t expect you to keep this a secret from everyone.

I’m not telling anyone else, and she swore to secrecy. I don’t want this getting out. At least not yet. And I’m sure it wouldn’t help your image.

Anna, I’m really not too worried about my image. But if you don’t want people to know, I understand. And it might be best, at least for now. The last thing you need is people milling around your school all day, waiting for a photo op.

Good point. So, for now, this is just between us?

For now, that sounds lovely. And you never know, the whole ‘secret’ part might make it even more exciting.

Very true… I like the way you think.

Yes, well, it’s one of my many charms.
So I will meet you at 7:30, right?

Can’t wait

Me too xx


@notarealhipster Who do you imagine anna as?


I'm from the US, outside of Philly :)
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I love this story it's my favorite one I've read so far! :)