oh, anna [-hs]

used to be lonely

"Now let me get a good look at you," he murmurs, holding me by my shoulders and pushing me back a little to take in my features. "Looks like you're all the same too, except," his fingers reach up to curl through my hair, tucking it back to reveal my most recent dye job. "What's this?" he rasps teasingly.

Underneath my thick blonde hair, a soft layer of lavender is interwoven. He runs his fingers through it, shaking them out to make the color dance.

"Well that's fucking cool," he blurts out. I let a grin take over my face.

"Why thank you, Emma did it."

"Really?" His eyebrows perk up in surprise. I nod and shrug.

"We got high, meant to do my whole head but didn't have enough dye."

He chuckles and tucks my hair behind my ear to take a second look at the color. Then his eyes dart back to meet mine. "She did a great job."

"I'll let her know," I tease.

He drops his arms down and intertwines his fingers with mine, gently tugging me toward the house. "Come on, let's get you unpacked."

He takes me inside. My eyes immediately draw to the fish tank against the wall by the sleek fireplace. I wander over to it and press my nose against the glass. "Hey, Sunflower," I call our fish by his name for the first time. Harry laughs and comes up behind me, sliding my bag off my shoulder and onto his.

"I think he really likes his new home. He swims back and forth in it like he's exploring a lot." He reports. I nod, my eyes glued to the colorful fish.

"Sunflower is a good name for him." I compliment. I finally pull back and make my way to the stairs, Harry hot on my heels. When I reach the top of the flight, I freeze in concern.

The window at the top of the stairs is shattered. The frame is empty except for a thick piece of plastic taped around its edges. I bite my lip and turn back to Harry.

"Did you have a break in?" I ask gently. His face grows red and his eyes widen. He tilts his head and scratches the back of his neck.

"Ah, no, um. Actually, I did that."

My eyes bulge out of my head. "You did that?"

"Yes," he answers quieter, staring at the damage.

"Why?"

"I was tripping balls I don't quite remember."

The phrase takes me aback. I blink. "Oh, okay," I chuckle. "So you threw something through the window?"

"Yeah," Harry grins. A devilish gleam in his eye. "Something like that."

I turn my attention away from the construction, toward the door of the room I slept in last time I was here. I bite my lip, a sudden awkward silence building between us. He clears his throat.

"Ah, you can stay in the guest room if you want. Or you can stay in my room. I mean, whatever you're comfortable with, you know. I'm fine with either," he rambles a little. I nod and turn away from the guest room, making a beeline for his bedroom door. He chases after me.

When I turn the knob and step in, I smile teasingly at him. "Much better," I sigh jokingly.

He chuckles back and sets my bag down on a chair by the foot of his bed. "So what plans does the great Quinn Bellini have today?"

"Well," I fall back to sit on the foot of his bed and pull my hair back into a loose low bun with a binder in my pocket. "Work starts tomorrow. I slept on the plane. So for the next seven hours," I glance at my watch and then back up at him, "I'm all yours Mr. Styles."