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Anissa's POV
I roll over in bed, feeling a sudden emptiness when I flutter my eyes open and see that Harry really did sleep on the floor.
So much for not needing him.
I slowly sit up and see that Harry's knees are raised seeing as his legs are longer then the width of the floor, but despite the uncomfortable position he's fast asleep with his mouth wide open. I cover my mouth to conceal my laugh so that I don't wake him.
I slowly step off the bed and onto the floor space near Harry's head that he isn't occupying, standing on my tippy toes I reach across the shelf to retrieve my backpack slowly sliding it over. Just as I almost have it I hear Harry laugh making me freeze, dropping the backpack onto his face.
"What a beautiful way to wake up," He tells me sarcastically, tossing my backpack to his side, "You do realize the second I opened my eyes your ass was in plain view right?"
"I thought you were sleeping!" I yell slapping his arm as he takes a seat on the bed.
"I was! But it's a little hard to sleep when all I could hear was your zipper scraping across that shelf," he says as he rubs his eyes.
"You didn't have to look."
"You didn't have to drop a backpack full of shit on my face either," he shoots back, no hint of playfulness showing.
"You didn't have to sleep on the floor," I tell him a little more quietly.
I don't even know what happened last night, one minute he's holding me close and the next he's sleeping on the floor.
Harry doesn't answer instead he lays back onto the bed with his hands on his face letting out a loud sigh.
"What's wrong?" I ask sliding onto the bed next to him.
"Nothing," he answers in a muffled voice through his hands.
"Really because it seems like something. Just tell m..."
"No more questions.It's NOTHING," Harry snaps rolling over turning his back to me, "I literally woke up two seconds ago for fucks sake. Can you just give me a minute to myself?"
Harry's words hurt me more than they should. After all this is what I wanted isn't it? For Harry to leave me alone. Usually I'm the one with attitude, so having the tables turned is a bit of a shock.
I decide to get up and change to grab some breakfast like I had originally planned to before Harry woke up.
"If you're leaving the room I suggest you wear something dick friendly, no one needs a boner while they're trying to enjoy their cereal. Maybe you should try wearing something that's oh I don't know not straight off the Victoria Secret runway. It's a bit much," He tells me as I unzip my backpack, his back still facing me, "Either way just know I won't be there to sav.."
"You won't be there. I got it," I huff cutting him off. This side of Harry reminds me of when I first ran into him.
This isn't the Harry I want, but maybe that's a good thing.
I don't want to want Harry at all.
I quickly change into a white tank top and black yoga pants, before hastily braiding my hair in order to control it's messiness. I grab my phone, and step out into the hallway without another word to Harry.
Once I get to the diner I order a simple breakfast sandwich with eggs, bacon and hash browns. I take a seat near one of the windows and watch as we pass a row of pine trees.
"I don't want to bother you or anything but I usually sit there," I hear a voice tell me. I turn away from the window to see a guy smiling at me with a tray of food.
"Oh, well I'm done so you can have your spot back," I tell him getting up. I'm not in the mood to engage in conversation with anyone.
"I'm kidding. Every window is practically the same. Im just standing here talking to you because I have a bit of a stalker on my hands," he tells me glancing over his shoulder before quickly looking back at me.
"What?" I ask laughing at how ridiculous he sounds. He takes a seat across from me, placing his tray on the table before speaking again.
"You see that girl over there in the very front of the lounge? She's been following me around on the train since I boarded 3 days ago," he tells me in a whisper slightly leaning across the table. His face looks dead serious making me laugh again.
"Why is she following you around?" I ask him humorously.
"You kidding me? Do you see me right now? I'm a total ladies man," he tells me before cracking a smile, "It's both a blessing and a curse." I realize he's actually just being funny again , making me laugh.
"So anyway can you just sit with me until I finish my breakfast," he asks as he begins to open his packet of jelly.
"Sure," I answer cooly. I really didn't want to go back to the room and deal with Harry right now anyway.
"Super! So what's your name and where you headed?" He asks in a silly voice.
"I'm Anissa, and I'm going to Mexico City," I answer with a smile, "What about you?"
"Can't tell you that mam. I'm afraid it's classified information," he answers in another funny voice as he takes a bite of his toast.
"I'm kidding! I'm Louis Tomlinson, and I'm also headed to Mexico Citaaay," he tells me once he sees me looking back out the window.
"Are you some kind of comedian or something?" I ask curiously raising my brow at him.
"Not at all, I'm actually an accountant," he answers in his normal voice, "Numbers aren't exactly funny."
"We'll you are," I tell him making him smile, as he puts his hand dramatically on his chest.
"Little ol' me? Child youz is too kind," He says in a southern ladies voice.
"So Louis where are you coming from that has you on the train for 3 days already?" I ask wondering how he hasn't gone crazy yet.
"Oregon," he answers while he takes a drink of his bottled carrot juice.
For the next hour I sit there laughing so hard I swear I have a six pack now.
"So anyway why don't you just talk to that girl? She looks nice enough. I mean maybe she's just been following you because she wants to get to know you," I tell him as I bring my knees to my chest.
"I have a girlfriend back home in England and I highly doubt she'd like me talking to a train stalker," he tells me with a shrug, " What about you? You have a boyfriend?"
"No," I answer simply as I take a sip of water.
"Are you a lesbian?" He asks bluntly with a straight face making me spit a little of my water out.
This guy is clearly not the shy type.
"No, I'm not," I answer with a giggle as I quickly wipe the water spots away.
"How are you single then? You've been hiding out in a nunnery? Seriously though your gorgeous, and believe me I know gorgeous. You're just as good looking as my Eleanor, well she's slightly got you beat since your not exactly my type, no offense," he tells me holding his hands up.
"None taken. But thanks, I'm not exactly the boyfriend type. I travel too much for that," I tell him feeling a bit guilty for not telling him my real reason.
"I think you're lying," he tells me leaning closer to the table.
"And why's that?"
"Because some shirtless tattooed guy just stepped into the lounge and is looking right at us. And he doesn't look too happy, let me tell ya," Louis replies sticking his tongue out at me.
I turn my head slightly to see what Louis means, and sure enough Harry is in fact staring as he slowly walks towards us. But once he passes our table he begins to walk a little faster, not even acknowledging me.
"False alarm I guess. I must be seeing things because that guy was definitely glaring at me when he first walked in," Louis reassures me as he pulls his ringing phone out of his shirt pocket.
"Yes! Finally some cell service. Well Anissa thank you for your help and for laughing at my nonsense but I must be going, my English love is calling." I give Louis a smile and a wave as he leaves out of the lounge leaving me to sit alone.
Thankfully the scenery were passing is a beautiful view of the mountain tops.
"So where'd your little boyfriend go?" I hear Harry ask as he places his tray down sitting in the same spot as Louis.
Is he serious right now?
I look away from the window and shoot Harry a glare before getting up and walking back to the room.
If only he could have been this way from the start. It would have made everything a lot less complicated.
Harry's POV
As I watch Anissa leave the lounge room I lose my appetite. I feel like a complete asshole for the way I've been talking to her all morning.
I don't even know what to do.
I should just be able to ask her about the things she said, but with Anissa nothing is easy. I know she won't give me an honest answer, especially now.
I took a few steps forward, and twice as many back.
Without really thinking it through, I get up and follow Anissa to the room.
As soon as I see her shut the door from a distance, I walk a little quicker so I can catch up. I turn the locked knob a few times, even though I know she won't open it for me, I then grab the key from my pocket and open it myself, slowly shutting the door behind me.
She's laying across the bed with her phone in her hand not even acknowledging my presences. I stand near the door awkwardly watching her every move until she finally speaks up.
"What?" She asks in an irritated tone.
I know it's now or never.
"Who's Alanzo?" I ask fearing the truth.
Her colorless face says it all. She doesn't even have to give me an answer for me to know that the name 'Alanzo' isn't just some random name she said in her sleep. I can tell that the name has hit something inside of her heart.
I feel nausea.
I was right, she is in love.
And he is someone.
Someone loved by Anissa.
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