Rain | Harry Styles

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"I wasn't," I mumbled, flicking the page of my book.

"Don't lie," I could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke, and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't flatter yourself," I retorted, sending him a wide grin and receiving a small one in return.

"I still want to know more about you, Ana," he said, placing down his book and leaning back in his chair.
"Then tell me what you want to know," I shrugged, copying his action.

"Favourite colour?" he asked, eyeing me carefully.

"Blue."

"Oh, please, that's so mediocre," he teased, running a hand through his curls.

"It is not!" I protested, "What's yours?"

"I don't have one," he shook his head, and I rolled my eyes.

"So I'm mediocre for liking blue, but you don't have a favourite and suddenly you're special?" I laughed, nudging his knee with my foot.

"Shut up," he grinned, biting down on his bottom lip, "Middle name?"

"Grace," I answered, "You?"

"Edward." Harry Edward Styles. "Favorite animal?"

"Dogs," I pouted, "I've always wanted a dog so badly."

"It's not like you can't afford one."

I ignored his comment, "My mother doesn't allow them - she thinks they're - and I quote - 'abominable'."

"Abominable?" I watched an amused expression spread across his face.

"She thinks they're shit," I clarified, watching him burst out laughing.

"Dogs are brilliant," he laughed, and I couldn't help but watch him as his laughter filled the small space between us, "you're missing out."

"You have one?"

"I used to. Two. They were strays, and they fucking worshipped me."

"Strays? Must be something you have in common."

"But I can't be tamed," Harry grinned again, and I cringed.

"You're really something," I watched him grab a cigarette from his pocket and light it.

"Mm, at least I'm not boring," he hummed with a chukle, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"Eh, you're not the most entertaining," I teased him, and he gasped mockingly.

"Take that back, rich girl."

"Make me, dickhead."

His eyes studied me further, not leaving my face. His gaze finally met mine, and I tried to search his own - what is going on inside your head, I wondered. 

"I should get you home," he said, and I could've sworn he sounded reluctant.

"I don't want to go home to an empty house," I said honestly, resting my head in my hand.

"Don't you have a line of staff waiting for you?"

"Stop that," I groaned, and he raised his hands in surrender, "Do you have plans?"

"Do you think I have plans, Ana?" he chuckled, and I took that as a no.

"Come back to my place," I suggested, watching a displeased expression spread across his face.

"I don't know if that's a good idea-"

"Aw, c'mon, please - we can order pizza, and watch a movie, and-"

"Okay, okay," he nodded, "I'll come."

I stood up from my chair, smiling widely, "Good! Let's go."

Harry glanced at me a final time before standing up, putting the books back onto the shelf and waving Hugo goodbye, as we walked out of the store.

"Won't your parents be home?" he frowned once we were walking, and I shook my head no.

"Business trip - and by business trip I mean my dad does all the work and my bitchy mother stands there and judges everybody," I laughed, as Harry scoffed.

"I won't even question that," he said, shoving his hands in his coat pockets.

As we arrived back to school, Anders was already pulled up outside awaiting my arrival. I nodded to Harry for him to follow me, and he got in the other side and slid into the backseat beside me.

"Hey, Anders," I smiled as Harry shut his door.

"Ana, would you mind telling me why you're absolutely- oh! Who's this?" his eyes searched in the rear view mirror to examine Harry, and I watched Harry tense up.

"This is my friend, Harry," I explained, shooting Harry a look as we took off down the road. I knew Harry felt uncomfortable - what I didn't know, was how to make him feel more reassured, without belittling him. I didn't see Harry as inferior - especially not to my family and I, but I knew - all his 'rich girl' jokes aside - he was unsure of how to go about this.

"Why are you so nervous?" I whispered to him, his head whipping around to look at me.

"I'm not nervous, Ana Grace," he teased quietly, his use of my middle name causing me to roll my eyes, "I hope you get a strain."

"Me too - then I won't have to see your face anymore."

"Oh, you're so damn lucky you're-"

Anders cleared his throat suddenly, interrupting whatever Harry had intended to say. I looked up, my eyes meeting his in the mirror as he nodded for us to get out.

I glanced at Harry before opening my door, slamming it shut behind me and heading up to the porch, Harry following closely behind me.

I swung the door open, signalling for Harry to enter as I closed it behind us, dumping my bag at the stairs.

"Celia, I'm home!" I called, turning back to Harry whose head faced the ground, "Harry, what's-"

Celia began to make her way down the staircase, a bright smile on her face, "I was wondering where you'd got to, Miss Levin, how was your - oh-" she stopped in her tracks, only halfway down, taking note of the boy beside me, "what're you doing here, Haz?"

I blinked, realisation beginning to set in, "Haz-?"

"I told you not to call me that," Harry responded calmly, as Celia reached the bottom of the stairs.

"I haven't heard from you at all this afternoon, Harry," Celia sighed, walking closer to Harry and fixing a flyaway strand of hair of his, "you know that I worry."

"I know, Mum, I know."

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A/N: 'mUm' whAAAAAAAT??!!?!!? lmfao as if i hadn't made it obvious enough skskjskajsd

this is a little short, but oh well!

i'm reaaaaally bloody excited to get this book going, and i have so many plans for ana + harry (:

i wasn't happy at all with how my other book 'ESNY' had been written/was turning out, and so i've unpublished it, and i plan to spend more time on this book, despite the fact i have serious exams coming up very soon :/ fuck

let me know your thoughts on this - i love feedback sm ♥︎

thank you for reading - xoxo S