ANNA’S POV:
It’s Sunday night and Danielle, Eleanor, and I are attempting to pack everything in this tiny room in just about 24 hours. After the realization of what’s happened really sank in, I just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. So the three of us are putting everything into boxes tonight, and then the boys are coming with a van bright and early tomorrow morning (Conveniently when everyone is already out of the dorm building and in their first period class) and taking it all to Louis and Harry’s. The two girls had gotten here a few hours ago and I had done my best on not opening my door or leaving the room, for fear of running into someone who had some sort of opinion about me. Or even worse, someone recognizing Dani and El. I just wanted to get this done as quickly as possible.
“I don’t think Anna has enough books!” Eleanor proclaimed jokingly, placing pile after pile into a huge cardboard box. I just smirk, pulling sweaters and t shirts out of the wardrobe. Danielle is conquering the school stuff; seeing as she really is the neat freak out of the three of us. She’s taking her time; organizing everything by date and subject. Honestly, I really do appreciate it. It will make things a thousand times easier when I have to try and get the rest of my course work done for the second half of the school year. So, because of that, I have done my best not to mock her borderline – OCD tendencies.
“Thank you guys again for doing this with me. Not exactly how you wanted to spend your weekend, I’m sure.”
“Anna, we want to help you and we will do whatever you have to. So stop feeling guilty and please explain to me why you felt the need to buy four copies of this book and then BRING THEM ALL WITH YOU TO BOARDING SCHOOL?!?” Eleanor joked, holding up 4 different copies of some book I used to love.
“I kept losing my copy! And I sort of packed so much out of spite. I figured if it was my parents idea to send me away, they deserved paying one hell of a shipping bill.” We all laughed and it felt good to. I hadn’t laughed a lot in the past few days.

So Finally; 13 boxes and 5 hours later, we were done. Danielle and Eleanor left after I thanked them for the millionth time, and I was alone in my tiny room to sleep in this bed for the last time. Part of me was sad about leaving this place; I had made amazing friends, and I do have some really great memories. But the other part of me can’t wait to get the hell out.
I barely slept Sunday night; I was too worried and paranoid. So when the boys showed up at 8:30 on Monday morning, I had actually been up for hours. They came trudging up the stairs, all dressed in sweatpants and sneakers, ready to work. It was an amazing sight; 5 insanely famous international stars, pushing their way into my room and piling boxes of my stuff into a van. Harry immediately hugged me and asked how I was doing. I answered with an instinctive ‘fine’. We didn’t get much time to talk after that since we were trying to get this finished as quickly as possible as to not be seen by anyone.
It felt like we were on some sort of secret mission or something; rushing in and out, the boys keeping their heads down as they walked down the sidewalk and even through the halls. But finally, everything was inside the completely jam packed van that Louis was driving back to their place. I stood in the center of my now empty room, looking around at the bare walls and cleared-out dresser.
“I won’t ask you how you’re doing again. I promise.” Harry said. I turned around and saw him leaning against the doorframe, a somber look on his face. I laugh quietly, walking over to where he stands.
“Thank you for everything. Really?” He just shakes it off, smiling down at me and brushing the hair away from my face, and then says;
“Ready to go home?”

HARRY’S POV:
I feel like an overbearing, overprotective parent. I’m even starting to annoy myself. I just feel so worried all the time; like she’s miserable, or angry with me, or like she made some kind of mistake. It’s good that the boys and I have some work to do today; I think I’m suffocating Anna a bit.
“Have I been a little – weird lately?” I randomly asked the boys as we drove to the Radio 1 Station.
“Um, is that a joke question?” Niall snorted.
“I’m actually serious.” I groaned, already knowing their answers.
“Not so much weird, more like…. Annoying as fucking HELL!” Zayn yelled, laughing with Niall.
“Okay well sorry! I’m not really sure how to handle the situation!” I shoved Zayn, which pushed him into Niall, which caused a domino effect in which those 2 started attacking each other.
“Nah, we get it mate. Maybe you should just try and take it easy, take a breath, and just let it play out itself, you know?” Liam patted my shoulder reassuringly. I nodded, not saying anything else about it.
When I got home later that night, Anna wasn’t sitting on the couch where she had been when I left.
“Anna?!” I called, wondering if she had went out or something.
“I’m in here!” I heard from my room. Walking in, I was shocked not to see her in her usual casual attire. Instead; she was dressed in what could only be described as what one of the evil stepsisters wore in Cinderella.
“What the hell-?”
“Shut up! And please, dear god, just help me out of this thing.”
“What – I mean… Where did this even come from?” I walked over and attempted to locate the zipper.
“It came in the mail. Well ACTUALLY, it came to school and they called me and made me go pick it up. It’s from my dad’s soon-to-be wife.” She let out an angry sigh as I finally slid the zipper down and it seemed like she was able to breath freely again.
“Why?”
“For the wedding.” She held the dress up, grabbing her clothes from the floor and quickly changing back into them. “The one he thinks I’m going to wear THAT in. Or even BE in!” She raked her fingers through her long blonde waves, giving the dress an evil look.
“Maybe you should talk to him about it?” I honestly had no clue what to say.
“Maybe… Sorry for like, freaking out. Um, so, how was the interview?”
“It was fine, nothing too major. I just wanted to get back to you.” This finally made her smile and I took that as an invitation to take a few steps towards her, putting my arms loosely around her waist.
“ So we’re really doing this wedding thing?” I asked.
“Yeah, I guess we kind of are. Maybe I should start planning like, flights or whatever…”
“No, leave it up to me, I’ll handle everything. You don’t need to have one more thing.” She seemed relieved.
“What where you watching?” I asked, motioning towards the TV, which had been paused.
“Top 50 Boy bands of All Time.”
“No.” I said, grinning.
“Yup. Wanna watch?”
“Hell YES!” I sat down next to her, propping the pillows up behind us. She unpaused the TV at number 41.
“I wonder if you’ll be in here…” Anna said. I chuckled, putting my arm around her shoulder.
“Doubt it. But thanks.”

We were.
Number 18. It was awesome.

We watched that countdown for the next 2 hours, never leaving my room. In a weird way it was exactly what we both needed. Anna wasn’t worrying or over thinking, I wasn’t acting overprotective or pestering her. We were getting back to being us again and right now, that was all I really wanted.

ANNA’S POV:
Today was a good day. Relatively speaking. Harry wasn’t asking me if I was okay every 5 minutes, and I wasn’t crying. So all in all, I would call that a success. Watching the Top 50 Boy bands was fun, especially when One Direction came onto the screen. Harry’s eyes had lit up, his mouth hanging open.
“Oh my god!” I squealed, turning up the volume on the TV.
“Ahh I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!” I said, kissing him on the cheek. He seemed stunned and I sort of was too. This sounds really dumb but, with everything that’s been going on, I had sort of forgotten that Harry was still working really hard almost every day. He had a career, he had fans, he had adults whose jobs counted on him selling records, and he was only a teenager. I was practically the same age, and the idea of having that much responsibility and pressure scared the hell out of me. All of that, plus figuring out everything with me, I wondered how he did it all. It was then that I realized that I didn’t really do enough for Harry, he deservedsomething after all the shit I’ve put him through.
And then I had an idea.


“So… Did you book the flight for the wedding yet?” I asked slyly.
“No, why? You’re not having second thoughts about it are you?” He seemed a bit nervous.
“No, no. I was just thinking that maybe… on our way back we could stop somewhere.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean Hawaii.” He pulled a confused look, clearly not catching on.
“Well. I had this idea that maybe we should get away for a little, after the wedding I mean. Like a vacation.” I was giddy at this point, hopping up and down. “And I thought… HAWAII!! I already talked to everyone about it and they’re all going to come too. And you don’t even have anything for work, I checked, and there’s this really awesome resort that all these super fancy famous people go to and apparently the staff’s really good at keeping paparazzi and stuff away so it could just be really relaxing and really fun and we’ll even get to be there for your birthday and I really just wanted to do something special for you and … yeah.” I had been talking a mile a minute, all my words slurring together out of pure excitement. I had had to cut my speech sort to take a much-needed breath. I don’t know why I was freaking out so much about this. I just really want everything to be perfect.
“Are you serious?” Harry finally said, a small half-smile on his face.
“Yeah, I am.”
“That sounds… amazing.”
“Yes!” I jumped up, throwing my arms around his neck. “ I really wanted to do this for you, as a surprise.” I said into his ear, kissing his cheek gently. There was a knock on the door and everyone filed in, carry various bags of snacks and drinks.
“PARTTY!!” Niall shouted, pumping his fist in the air. I giggled.
“Did you tell him?” Liam asked just as giddily as I had.
“She did.” Harry responded.
“YEAH WE’RE GOING TO FUCKING HAWAII!!” Niall yelled again. Everyone cheered.
“You sneaky little thing, you did all of this behind my back?” Harry joked, pinching my waist. I just nodded, happy that he seemed happy.
“Well thank you, love. It’s gonna be amazing.”
“Happy early birthday,” I beamed up at him. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had stars in my eyes.


HARRY’S POV:
I’m not completely sure where this sudden burst of energy came from, but I wasn’t asking questions. Anna seemed happy, she seemed herself. And if planning a vacation to Hawaii was what made her feel that way, than I was just going to go with it.
We were leaving for New York in a week and Anna seemed to be staying pretty calm about the whole situation. I knew she was nervous and annoyed with how her dad had been acting towards her, but she was taking it all really well. And the truth is, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little scared to see her dad again. We hadn’t really gotten off to the best start, and I’m not even sure if he knew I was coming to the wedding. I guess it would be a … surprise?
“So have you met her?” I asked tentatively. It was a Wednesday morning and Anna and I were lying in bed drinking our separate hot beverages, disgusting coffee for her, and normal person tea for me.
“Not really. I know her name’s Meredith. She’s, like, 25. But no, I’ve never actually met her. How messed up is that?” She scoffed.
“Yeah…” I held onto her hand with my free one that wasn’t holding my mug, lacing our fingers together casually. I could see a small smile on her pretty face out of the corner of my eye.
“Thank you so much for coming with me. You have no idea how much it helps.”
“Of course.” I murmured, sipping tea. “You know how much I just love wearing a suit.” I joked. She laughed, which was one of the most beautiful sounds I had ever heard. It was becoming more and more rare lately, but once in a while, I still got a glimpse of that sparkle in her eye, every time I heard her laugh.

ANNA’S POV:
Flying first class is something I had done before. Flying first class with Harry Styles however; THAT was a whole different experience. We were waited on hand and foot, with flight attendants asking us if we needed anything every 5 minutes. And each time, Harry gave the same charm-their-asses-off smile and said something along the lines of “no thank you love, we’re perfect”.
I swear, he would flirt with anything that breathes.
We were 3 hours into the 6-hour flight and I couldn’t fall asleep. I was too jittery, with way too many thoughts running through my head at once.
Harry had been knocked out for about an hour and he had seemed so tired for the past few days from work and everything, I didn’t want to wake him up. So I decided to watch a movie.
There were a bunch of choices, but finally decided on this Chick Flick that wouldn’t take too much concentration to keep up with.
Harry woke up halfway through the movie and kept on pestering me to play some stupid game on his iPad with him, so I finally agreed because he was getting so annoying with the constant begging.
“You are such a child” I joked, poking one of his dimples.
“I know. Now play with me!” We played the game for about 30 minutes before we both got bored with it. We still had 2 hours left until we landed at JFK and absolutely NOTHING to do. I was learning more and more that Harry was definitely not the most patient person and tended to get a bit stir crazy.
Luckily, we landed right on time. Well, luckily for him. Not so lucky for me. There was a car that my dad had set up for us, waiting at baggage claim.
“Oh, god…” I sighed, seeing the sign with my name on it being held by a man in a suit.
“Miss. Hollis?” He asked politely.
“That’s me.” I nodded.
“Perfect, I’m Greg. Let me help you with you bags.” He offered, taking my disgustingly large rolling suitcase (I might’ve slightly over packed for Hawaii). Harry carried his own bags, and I held onto my carry-on. When we walked outside there were actually even more photographers here than there had been last time we were here. It seems as if the driver had been expecting it since he was completely unfazed. But as always, I immediately was overcome with nerves and that feeling of needing more air and space. I think Harry could tell how uncomfortable I was by the hand I felt on the small of my back guiding me through the crowd. He gave a few polite ‘hello’s and waves, walking briskly to the black town car that was waiting for us.
“Sorry bout that, mate.” Harry told Greg.
“No problem at all, Mr. Styles.” We slid into the back of the car.
“I’ve been instructed to bring you to your hotel and let you know that your father is expecting the two of you at his rehearsal dinner tonight at the Empire Hotel at 8 o’clock sharp.” I know what they say about killing the messenger, but in that moment I could’ve done some serious damage to this Greg guy.
“Rehearsal Dinner?”
“Yes, did he not tell you?”
“No, he conveniently left that part out.” This was typical of my dad, springing everything on me at the last second so I have no choice but to agree to whatever it was.
“It’ll be fine.” Harry said comfortingly, his hand resting on my knee. I took a deep breath, placing my hand over his and smiling, wishing we had more time together over the next few days. But if I knew my father, he would find some way of keeping me occupied every second that I was in his presence. Luckily, we had a whole week of sunshine, beaches, and absolutely no drama to look forward to.