"It's the fucking truth, Anne! You don't understand. God, you're so oblivious at times." He yelled.

"Harry, stop fucking talking." I through my teeth.

He was giving me a headache. I wasn't okay. Something was about to happen that I would regret or something.

"No, Anne, I won't. You need to hear me out-"

"I cut him off. I was angry, sad, frustrated, so many things.

"Shut the fuck up Harry! Please go and leave me alone for good! I don't need you, and I never have. I've been okay all this time, until you came. You fucked up my life. You have messed with my head and I'm done!"

I was angry. I'm not the one who goes around sleeping with whores. I didn't have a bad reputation.

Boy, I had to go. I had to leave. And that's what I tried to do.

I walked past a furious Harry. As I walked last him, he grabbed my arm. I was frozen and stunned in my position.

"Anne, calm the fuck down."

I soon realized he hadnt taken his hand off my arm, so I thrashed it away. As I was fighting to get away from him, he grabbed both of my arms gently, and pulled me to his chest.

"Anne, calm down. Please, calm down."

I thrashed in his arms until I couldn't breathe. I was having a panic attack. Then, Harry started to rub my back soothingly.

"Breathe with me," he whispered in my ear.

He took breath by breath and I soon followed. I was okay I finally realized.

Here, in a park at 2 in the morning, I was staring into his eyes, wrapped in his arms, of Harry Styles.