Okay, so this is Mariposa aka kengay (:
This blog is for my fanfics of One Direction :3 So you know... enjoy :D
This blog is for my fanfics of One Direction :3 So you know... enjoy :D
so since an anon asked me to post a preview or first chapter of one of the new fanfics i’ve been working on here you guys go. here is a preview of:
option 3: Good girl gone Bad: Zayn Fanfic- zayn’s a bad boy he hangs out with trouble makers, meets a cheerleader who has never done anything bad in her life, gets influenced by zayn and his friends and becomes one of them. (one direction does not exist)
i hope you guys like it feedback or opinions are really appreciated! they help keep me motivated to write more! thanks xx
oh ps this story does have some Spanish in it since the main girl is Mexican lol but tbh i don’t really know Spanish so i used google translate so ofc there will be like tons of mistakes lol. also this is just like a draft so YES there will be tons of errors and mistakes but bare with me lol
everyone hates me i hate myself blah blah blah. i’m sorry i haven’t updated in like a decade yada yada yada no excuses. i suck at this whole updating thing. this chapter sucks big time, um yeah it’s just sort of a filler chapter for now? idek. i kinda started another fanfic oh sweet jesus i need to stop this but yeah. anyways hate me all you want but yes i have started another (multiple) fanfics and i hate life because i pay attention to those more than this one. smh -.- anyways hope you enjoy. there might be some mistakes since yano i didn’t proof read it but honestly have i ever proof read ANY of the other chapters. no. lol feedback would be gr8 even though i’m not gonna get any. um if you read this PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE like this post so i know people still read this fanfic other wise i’ll just stop all together with this fanfic. thanks. xx
the moment you’ve all been waiting for. lol
Chapter 11: getting started.
Annabelle’s POV-
It’s been a couple of weeks since Harry and I had become a couple and things couldn’t have been any better. He was so nice and sweet to me. Tonight we were going to his house to hang out since everyone in his house were gone for the weekend.
We were taking things slow, and at this point no one knew about us. We had made an agreement that we’d keep things on the down low until we, or should I say I, was ready. I really didn’t want tons of people to know about us. I had just broken up with Andrew, so it would look really bad if suddenly right after our break up, I was with Harry. I had to let this whole thing die down before we could actually say we were an item.
Harry on the other hand wanted everyone to know. He had told me he wasn’t going to be able to keep his mouth shut, but after hours and hours of begging, he caved. He asked if he could of at least told the boys, but I said no. If the boys found out, they would make a huge deal and maybe tell people. No one had to know.
I know it sounds like I’m trying to hide my relationship with Harry, it’s just like I said… I have to let everything die down before we go public. So for now, we look at each other from afar, talk occasionally, and of course get a ride to and from school. Everything was okay.
It was 7:30 and I was sitting in my room finishing my hair. I had decided to straighten it tonight and go casual. I added a bit of make-up, just to cover up the faint bruises I still had from Andrew. I had went for a comfy look so I had on light blue skinny jeans that had rips in them and a maroon TOMS sweatshirt. I paired it with my white TOMS and I was ready to go.
I turned off my flat iron and grabbed my phone and house key before heading down stairs. Harry was going to pick me up pretty soon and I needed to make sure no one was downstairs. To my surprise no one was there. Lacey was off with some friends at another party and Jason was up in his room with Liam and Niall. As for my dad and step-mom they were off for a small trip they had planned last minute.
I walked out the front door and saw Harry’s car pull up. I smiled and hurried over to his car opening up the door. He was wearing dark skinny jeans, brown oxfords, and a baby blue button down shirt. His sleeves were rolled up and he had a plain white undershirt underneath, he also had on a couple of bracelets on and his hair was perfectly disheveled and fell flawlessly across his forehead.
I smiled even wider as he gave me a adorable smile where his dimples showed prominently. I slid into his Range Rover and shut the door behind me.
“Hey babe.” Harry’s husky voice said making me get butterflies slightly.
“Hey.” I smiled leaning forward and kissing him tenderly. We pulled away and he smiled even wider before starting the car and driving off.
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“Wow, the inside of your house is amazing.” I laughed looking around the huge house.
“Thanks. My mom is constantly making sure this house is spotless.” he laughed shutting the door and locking it. He set the keys on the table next to the door and shook his hair quickly before swooping it to the side.
“Well, what’s for dinner?” I asked rocking on my heels and placing my hands behind my back. He chuckled and walked over to the kitchen entrance.
“Hmm, I was thinking pasta?” he smiled looking back at me as he opened up a cupboard and took out some pots and bowls.
“Sounds great.” I smiled walking into the kitchen. I stood at the island as he began to fill a pot with water. He set the pot onto the stove and turned it on so it could boil the water.
“Do you want salad as well?” he asked turning around to look at me.
“Yeah sure.” I responded walking over to him. “Need any help?” I asked standing next to him. He smiled at me and nodded.
“Sure.”
Harry’s POV-
The pasta and salad was delicious and hit the spot just right. Annabelle and I talked and laughed about random things all through dinner. I had a really great time with her. I was really happy I could spend time with her tonight without any interruptions. I was so happy I could finally call her mine.
We were now cleaning up and Annabelle was doing the dishes as I cleaned off the table and counters. I was humming quietly when all of a sudden I heard a shattering noise. I spun around quickly and stared down at the mess. Pieces of sharp glass was scattered all over the tile.
I looked up at Annabelle who stood there frozen. Her eyes wide and fixed on me. Her hands were wet and shaking. Her eyes began to fill with tears.
“It slipped. I’m sorry. Oh my god, I’m sorry. Please don’t hit me. I’m sorry I’m sorry. Here I’ll pick it up. Please, please don’t hit me.” she whispered as she dropped to the floor and began to pick up the huge pieces.
I stood there in shock. My eyes wide and my mouth slightly opened. She thought I was going to hit her. I ran toward her and dropped to the floor next to her. She flinched and closed her eyes, waiting for an impact. Her eyes were clenched shut and her lips were trembling. She held her hands up to protect her face, her fingers had little cuts on them from the glass.
“I’m sorry Harry. Don’t hit me.” she sobbed, her eyes still closed.
“Annabelle,” I whispered taking her wrists gently in my hand. As soon as our skin made contact she flinched again.
“No.” she whimpered not opening her eyes.
“Annabelle, look at me.” I whispered letting go of her wrists. Her eyes slowly fluttered open. Her eyes were red and tears were streaming down her face. I slowly took her face in my hands. Her eyes shut for a second before opening again. “Annabelle, I would never, ever, EVER Hit you. You need to know that. I would never even think about hitting you. I’m not like Andrew, I’d never try to hurt you. It upsets me that you’d think I’d hit you.” I whispered looking into her eyes. She began to cry harder.
“I’m sorry Harry, I really am. I just, I just thought you would. It’s cause I’m so used to Andrew hitting me for the tiniest of things, that, that I guess I thought you’d do the same. I’m sorry I broke your plate.” she whispered as I wiped away a tear with my thumb.
“It’s fine Annabelle. Don’t worry about the stupid plate, we have more.” I smiled wiping her tears away. I pulled her into a tight hug and she instantly hug me back tight. She rested her head on my shoulder and I rubbed small circles on her back trying to calm her. “Come on, let’s get you a band-aid for your cut on your hand.” I said pulling away. I got up and helped her up as well.
I took her to the bathroom and got out the first-aid that we had in the medicine cabinet. I cleaned her cut and took her into the living room.
“Here, pick out a movie we can watch as I go clean the mess.” I smiled showing her the movies we had. She nodded and began searching for a movie.
I walked back into the kitchen and knelt down to pick up the big pieces first. Once that was done I threw them away and grabbed a broom from the side of the fridge. I tried to sweep up all of the pieces but I probably left at least some.
As I was cleaning all that was going through my mind was what Annabelle had said. “Please, don’t hit me.“ What she had said, it really got to me. The fact that she thought I would hit here was crazy. She really thought I’d hit her. Of course I couldn’t blame her, with what she’s been through and all, but still. The way she said it was heartbreaking.
Her facial expression kept replaying in my head. Her shaky hands, trembling lips, her big brown eyes watering up. The way her voice shook as she apologized to me. She looked terrified of me. So frightened, like I was a monster or something.
I shook my head and closed my eyes trying to get the picture out of my head. I pinched the bridge of my nose and squeezed my eyes shut. I took in a deep breath and stood up throwing away the remains of glass that was in the dustpan.
“Harry…” I turned around quickly and saw Annabelle standing in the doorway. She looked so small and scared still. She held a DVD case in her hands, which were held closely to her chest. “I found a movie.” she said quietly holding up the case.
I looked at the case and read the title. Date Night. I smiled and looked back at Annabelle. “Great choice.” I laughed putting the broom and dustpan back. “Come on then, let’s put it on.” I smiled walking over to her and taking the DVD from her hands. She smiled weakly at me before following me to the living room.
I placed the DVD in the player and grabbed the remote changing the channel. I turned off the light and sat down on the couch patting the seat next to me. Annabelle smiled and sat down next to me. I placed an arm around her and pulled her closer to me. She rested her head on my shoulder and I sighed contently as I played the movie.
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“I love that movie.” Annabelle laughed throwing her feet over my lap. I nodded and turned off the TV, slouching back into the couch.
Toward the middle of the movie everything kind of went back to normal, well things weren’t as awkward as they were before. We laughed and talked quietly throughout the movie. It was now almost nine and we were lounging on the couch.
“So what next?” I asked looking over at her. She shrugged and opened her mouth as if to respond when her phone went off. She glanced at it and picked it up quickly.
“It’s Jason.” she said her eyes widening slightly.
“Are you going to answer?” I asked looking down at the phone. She nodded and clicked the answer key.
“Hello?… “I’m fine. I’m at uh, I’m at the mall.”… “Yeah I wanted to go look around. I had my eye on a shirt.”… “Yeah I know the mall is closing now, I’m not dumb. I’m leaving now so I’ll be home soon.”… “Alright. Bye.”
She hung up her phone and sighed. “I have to go home now.” she groaned and removed her feet off of my lap and stood up. “Can you drive me back?” she asked looking down at me.
“Of course.” I smiled standing up as well. “Let me just get a sweater and then we’ll go.” she nodded and I walked off quickly upstairs to get my sweater.
Annabelle’s POV-
I watched as he ran up the stairs swiftly. I sighed and closed my eyes for a few seconds. I can’t believe I was so stupid for saying that to Harry. I don’t know what came over me but it was just a reaction. every time I’d do something that Andrew didn’t approve of, he’d hit me. I’ve been trying to convince myself that Harry isn’t like Andrew but it’s hard.
I’ve been hurt and damaged by Andrew for so long, that it kind of just has been planted into my head that Harry will be the same. I need to stop that though. Harry is nothing like Andrew. He’s a gentleman and a nice guy. A complete opposite from what Andrew was.
“Alright, let’s go.” I looked back up at the stairs and saw Harry coming down them quickly, his grey sweater on. “Ready?” he asked smiling. I nodded and he grabbed his phone off the couch and opened the door up.
He held it open for me as I walked out smiling. I heard the door shut behind us and a hand grab mine. I turned and saw Harry smiling down at me, our hands intertwined. I could feel myself blush and butterflies fill in my stomach.
We walked hand in hand to his car, where once we approached he opened the door for me and shut it behind me. He got in soon after and started up the car and driving off toward my neighborhood.
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We pulled up to my house and I unbuckled my seatbelt staring at my front door. I sighed and turned toward Harry smiling sadly. I didn’t want to leave yet. If anything I wanted to spend all night with him, but I couldn’t.
“Well, bye.” I said reaching for the handle.
“Wait.” Harry said touching my arm gently. I turned back around and was met face to face with his gorgeous green eyes staring into mine. His lips so close and kissable. I licked my lips self-consciously and stared into his eyes.
He leaned in and I let my eyes flutter shut waiting for his lips to touch mine. Once I felt his lips collide with mine, it was just like the first time we had ever kissed. Magic. My whole body tingled and my lips moved with his perfectly. His hand traveled to my neck and pulled me in gently. I gripped his wrist and squeezed tightly before pulling away.
I smiled and tried to regain my breath. “Goodnight Harry.” he smiled and dropped his hand from my neck.
I opened the door and got out of the car. Before I shut it Harry turned and looked at me and gave me that breath taking smile where his dimples showed prominently.
“Goodnight Annabelle.” I smiled and shut the door, turning on my heels and sighing contently as I headed toward the front door.
I didn’t hear his car drive off just yet. I turned around and saw he was watching me to make sure I got in the house safely. I smiled to myself and placed my hand on the doorknob before turning back around and waving at Harry. He waved back and started up his car just as I opened the front door.
I shut and locked the door behind me. I walked straight toward the stairs dreamingly. I was still in a slight high at our amazing kiss we had shared. I opened up my bedroom door and shut it quietly behind me. I wasn’t really in the mood for questions from Jason, so I locked my door and kicked off my shoes.
I turned on my TV and began to get ready for bed. I turned off my light and climbed into bed. I plugged in my phone and began searching for something to watch. My phone began to vibrate and I picked it up with a slight smile on my face. It read, ’Harry’ I opened it quickly and began to read the message.
‘I had fun tonight. Sweet dreams…xx’
I typed a quick, ’So did I. Sweet dreams to you too…xx’
I set my phone back on the nightstand and cuddled into my duvet. I decided to just turn off the TV and drift off to sleep.
I wonder how the rest of my weekend would go with Harry.
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I heard a knock on my door and I groggily opened my eyes. I stretched lazily and let out a yawn before throwing the covers off of me and walking to the door. I unlocked it and opened it up revealing Jason.
“Hey, did I wake you?” he asked smiling.
“Yes. Yes you did.” I replied glaring at him
“Oh, sorry.” he laughed. “Well, I was just wondering if you had plans today.”
“I’m not sure, depends on what you’re doing.”
“The boys and I were thinking about going into the city and just walk around. Maybe go into some shops. You wanna come?” he asked gesturing toward downstairs.
“How long do I have till I get ready?” I asked looking at the clock in my room. It was almost 12 in the afternoon.
“You have until Zayn gets here. Which should be around 12:30. So thirty minutes max.” he explained smiling. I nodded and looked at him curiously.
“By ‘the boys and I’, you mean…” I asked trailing off. I wanted to know if Harry was going, but didn’t want to be too obvious.
“Louis, Zayn, and Harry. Niall and Liam can’t go. They got grounded.” Jason laughed shaking his head.
“For what?” I laughed running a hand through my hair.
“Well, Niall got caught with a girl in his room.” he laughed running a hand over his face. “And Liam got caught coming home after sneaking out.”
“Wow. Sucks for them.” I smiled shaking my head.
“Yeah, well I’ll let you get ready.” Jason said before turning around and walking back into his room.
I walked out into the hallway and into the bathroom to wash up. Once I was done I grabbed my make-up bag and headed back to my room. I turned on my curling iron and waited for it to heat up. I brushed my hair and walked over to my closet to find an outfit to wear.
I wanted to look casual, but a little bit more fancy than usual. I wanted to look nice, mostly because Harry was going and I don’t know, something about his presence makes me get all giddy. I sighed and began looking thorough my clothes.
I spotted a cute floral skirt in the back of my closet and I quickly pulled it out. I’ve never wore it before due to the length. It was slightly shorter than what I’d where. I slipped out of my bottoms and pulled on the skirt. It flowed down to about the middle of my palm and was loose and slightly see through. It had a white slip underneath that made the skirt less see through and it actually fit me quite well.
I looked down at my legs and noticed my bruises have been fading. You could barely see them. All I needed was to cover a couple and I’d be fine. I went back to my closet and grabbed a plain white tank top. I pulled off my top I was wear and put on the new one. I tucked it into my skirt and grabbed a thick white belt. it had a certain fabric that looked almost knitted on the belt and fit to my body perfectly.
I did a 360 in the mirror and smiled satisfied with my appearance. I walked back over to my vanity and began adding slight curls to my hair. It took me about 25 minutes to do it and I sprayed some hairspray in my hair quickly before starting my make-up. I went for a natural look and added some gloss. I added some foundation to my leg where the bruise was and was finally done. I put deodorant on and some vanilla perfume on before grabbing a jean jacket from my closet and pulling it on along with my plain white TOMS.
I looked in the mirror once again and decided to add a cute gold long necklace and a couple bracelets. I grabbed my phone and wallet before heading out of my room.
I walked down the stairs cautiously listening to the voices from downstairs.
“So where are we going exactly?” Harry’s voice asked making my heart race rapidly and my palms start to sweat. I took in a deep breathe and stepped down the last two steps.
“We’re just going into town and walk around. Maybe go into a couple ships or a café. Just hang out you know?” Jason explained. I walked a little bit more and heard a noise down the hallway. I turned to my left and saw the bathroom door opening. It was Louis.
“Oh hey Annabelle! You’re coming with?” he asked smiling at me as he walked over to me. I nodded and pushed a strand of my hair away from my face. “Cool. Well we’re just waiting for Zayn, as always.” Louis laughed rolling his eyes.
“He’s not here yet?” I asked as we walked into the kitchen. Louis shook his head and threw his arm around me.
“Hey guys, look who I bumped into.” he smiled gesturing toward me. I smiled as Harry and Jason’s heads turned toward us.
I watched as Harry’s eyes widened and his mouth slightly fell open. I had to hold back my laughter at his reaction. Harry’s eyes traveled up and down my body making me sort of become self-cautious. Our eyes met and a smile speared across his lips. I smiled back just as Louis removed his arm from around my shoulders.
“Hey! Zayn should be here soon, he text me like five minutes ago that he was almost here.” Jason said looking back down at his phone. I nodded and walked over to the island where they were. Jason and Louis started up a conversation that I really wasn’t paying attention too and Harry was taping away on his phone.
Just then I felt my phone vibrate. I looked at the screen and saw it was a text from Harry. I smiled and opened the message.
‘Wow, you look amazing. (: xx’
I bit my bottom lip trying to hold back my smile. I could feel eyes on me and I glanced up, only to make eye contact with Harry. He smiled at me showing me his gorgeous dimple making me blush.
‘Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself. (; xx’ I replied setting my phone into my jean jacket pocket.
Harry did look very hot today, as always. He was wearing a simple dark gray t-shirt, dark jeans, and his white converse. He had his normal bracelets he always wore on and his hair was perfectly swept over his eyes. I leaned against the island just as the doorbell went off.
“That must be Zayn.” Jason said walking out of the kitchen. I heard the door open and some voices emerge. Zayn and Jason entered the kitchen and we all greeted Zayn quickly before heading out to the car.
Today seemed like it was going to be a good day.
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wow so this was kind of a bad chapter. you guys waited so freaking long and i feel like i disappointed you all. i’m so sorry it took forever. i’ve been busy and when i’d get the chance to write, i got writer’s block. wow, i’m so sorry. this is just a filler chapter so it’s not as long. the next chapters coming up should be good, hopefully lol.
feedback is appreciated. (: thanks.
Chapter 5:It’s only fear that makes you run, the demons that you’re hiding from, when all your promises are gone… i’m the only one.
Annabelle’s POV-
I sat there uncomfortably trying not to look at Harry as much. It was like I wanted to ask him so much, but I couldn’t. I wanted to know why he said that? If it was true of not? I just wanted to know how! How someone could want me? It was like a foreign language to me, having guys like me. I was completely shocked when Andrew asked me out, but look how that turned out. But this, Harry Styles liking me!? It was unreal! To unbelievable! That’s exactly why I didn’t believe it.
“Oh hey! Annabelle, Harry, I want you guys to meet Kendra,” Jason said gesturing toward the pretty red head that was standing by the ice cream stand a little bit ago. “And Mia.” He pointed to the brunette in the sweatshirt. “Katie and Lexi.” he gestured toward the short blonde who I assumed was Katie and the dirty blonde who was Lexi. “And Christina.” he finished pointing at the strawberry blonde.
They all gave a little wave and a nice friendly ‘Hi.’ I retuned their gesture trying to look just as friendly.
“Um Jason, we gotta go, but it was lovely meeting you guys! Call us sometime kay?” Kendra said smiling a flirty smiling before all of them said goodbye to each other and walked away.
“Oh we’ll definitely be calling them soon.” Louis laughed patting Jason on the back. The boys laughed except Harry who was still sitting there zoned out.
“Oh sorry man. I forgot you didn’t meet anyone.” Jason said looking down at Harry. My eyes shot to Harry who was looking at me intently.
“It’s fine.” Harry murmured looking away from me.
“What’s wrong? You were fine when we left, what happened?” Louis asked looking between the two of us.
“Nothing’s wrong just tired. Are you guys done or are you gonna go looking around some more?” Harry asked sounding a bit irritated.
“Whoa man, no need to get all testy with me. I just asked a question.” Louis said holding up his hands in defense.
“I don’t know boys, you guys ready to go yet?” Jason asked trying to change the subject.
“Yeah I’m ready what about you guys?” Liam said looking around at the others they all nodded agreeing.
“Alright well better go then.” Jason said looking down at me. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.” I lied standing up trying to avoid eye contact with Harry. “Let’s go.” I said walking toward the exit.
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Once we got home the boys all went straight toward the living room to watch some TV, I on the other hand went straight to my room. I opened up my bedroom door and shut it quickly, kicking off my shoes in the process. I walked over toward my desk setting my purse down and sitting on a chair. I turned on my laptop and checked my Facebook to see if Courtney had messaged me back.
I went to my inbox and saw I had nothing. I let out a sigh and checked the news feed. As I was scrolling I noticed Andrew had been tagged in a couple of pictures. I clicked on one of the photos and continued to go through the album labeled ‘Last Night’
As I went through them I saw multiple photos of people making out, playing beer pong, or dancing. At first it seemed like a regular party album, but then I saw one that made my heart stop. It was Andrew in his clothes from last night, his arm slung lazily around some fake blonde with her boobs nearly popping out of her shirt and too short shorts. He was smiling widely at the camera and so was the girl. They both had a red cup in their hands and looked slightly tipsy.
I clicked the next button and saw the next photo. I regretted it instantly. Andrew had that same girl pinned against the wall kissing her, with his hand rested on her hip and the other on the wall. She had her hands in his hair and her shirt was lifted up a bit.
My eyes began to water and I quickly shut my laptop. I sat there in silence as tears began to fall from my face. I’m so stupid. How could I actually believe that Andrew actually loved me? He was just using me this whole time. He didn’t love me, not one bit. He just wanted to get in my pants, then leave me.
I didn’t even know what to say or do. I just sat there looking stupid as I sobbed harder and harder. I did everything he wanted. I pretty much destroyed myself for him. I changed my appearance, and I changed my personality. He ruined me. And what do I get in return? Nothing! He treats me like shit, I get tossed around like a rag doll, and get a small amount of respect.
I pushed the chair back and walked over to my bed getting under the blanket. I laid there still crying. I cried until I had nothing left in me. I cried until my eyes got heavy and I fell asleep.
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Harry’s POV-
I stepped out of the bathroom and turned off the light, when I heard sobbing coming from Annabelle’s room. I began to walk toward her door but soon got pulled away from the door and into another room. The door shut and I turned around only to see Lacey smirking at me and walking toward me.
“What are you doing Lacey?” I asked sort of annoyed.
She laughed a bit and looked up at me running her hands over my chest. She trailed her hands down my torso and up my shirt, slowly pulling it up. I grabbed her hands stopping her.
“Lacey, what do you want?” I asked looking down at her.
“Harry, don’t play stupid. You know exactly what I want, so just stop fighting.” She smirked taking off my blazer. She threw it to the ground and began unbuckling my belt.
“Lacey stop.” I breathed out as she began to suck on my neck.
“Shh.” She then pushed me down on her bed and climbed on top of me. “Harry I know you want me.”
Before I could even protest she crashed her lips to mine kissing me roughly and sliding her hands up my shirt. She sat up and pulled off my shirt, throwing it to the side. She pulled off her shirt leaving her only in a pair of short jean shorts and a hot pink lace bra.
“Lacey, I’m sorry to break it to you but I’m not intre-”
“Oh shut up Harry.” she sighed rolling her eyes and kissing my neck.
“I’m serious Lacey. Look you’re hot and all but I don’t really like you.” I said truthfully as she planted kisses down my chest.
“Mhmm.” she mumbled moving down my stomach.
“You’re just not my type you know.” I said trying to reason with her.
“Mhmm.” she started pulling down my pants and taking off my shoes.
“And I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression but I just was being friend-friendly…” I trailed off as she made her way back up me. She straddled me and leaned down kissing me again.
“Relax.” she whispered seductively in my ear. “You know you want me to do this Harry.” She grabbed my hands and placed them on her boobs giving them a squeeze.
I looked up at her and she smiled down at me letting go of my hands, even after she let go I kept them there. It was like I wasn’t myself anymore, I had turned into someone else. It was like my hormones got the best of me or something because next thing I know I was unclasping her bra and chucking it the floor.
She leaned down and kissed me hard, this time I responded kissing her back. She began to grind on me slowly making my heart begin to race. I gripped her hips and pushed her down a bit harder. She moaned into the kiss and tangled her fingers into my hair.
I soon flipped her over and closed my eyes picturing Annabelle in Lacey’s spot. I kissed her passionately trailing my hands up her body. Still picturing her as Annabelle, I began to unbutton her jean shorts and pull them down her legs. I sat up and threw them to the side. She propped herself up on her elbows and pulled me down to her lips kissing me.
I ran my tongue along the bottom of her lip and she opened instantly. I massaged her tongue with mine and soon got lost in the kiss. Next thing I know she was on top of me and she was pulling off my boxers throwing them aside and then I was back on top of her.
It was like everything was happening so fast that I had no time to stop it. I had no idea what came over me, either my hormones were getting the best of me or I seriously thought this was Annabelle. It was like a tiny part of me knew this was Lacey, but the majority of me thought this was Annabelle.
I felt her hand sliding down my stomach and slip into my boxers. I quickly snapped out of my daze and realized what I was doing. The image of Annabelle quickly faded and left a very pleased Lacey in her place. I jumped off of her falling to the floor.
“Harry! Are you okay?! What’s wrong with you?” Lacey asked confused.
“Shit, what have I done. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I muttered scrambling to my feet. I reached down and grabbed my shirt pulling it on quickly.
“Harry are you alright?” Lacey asked still confused.
“Fuck! No, I’m not alright! I made a huge ass mistake and- FUCK! Where are my fucking pants!?” I yelled looking around her room.
“Harry what do you mean a mistake? You were enjoying it a little bit ago, what happened?” Lacey asked sounding pissed off.
“Look Lacey, I’m sorry If I led you on just know or anytime before, but this was a mistake.” I said stumbling a little as I pulled on my pants. I quickly buckled them up and grabbed my shoes slipping them on quickly.
“What! Harry you can’t be serious! Is this about Annabelle?! You actually like that pathetic blob!? I’m ay prettier than her and you choose her!?” she screeched getting to her knees on her bed. “Please, you can’t be serious.
“I didn’t say anything about her did I? And you know what Lacey, beauty isn’t everything you know.” I said grabbing my blazer off the floor. I started walking toward the door when I heard Lacey yell something that made my blood boil.
“She’s pathetic you know? She’s a worthless piece of shit that no one likes! Poor girl can’t even keep Andrew satisfied, that’s why he keeps coming to me and every girl at school. She’s good for nothing Harry, and pretty soon you’re gonna realize that, and once you do… you’ll come running back to me.”
I let out a deep breathe and turned around slowly, my hand still on the door knob.
“Oh yeah, and what makes you think you’re so great yourself? Throwing yourself at anyone who has a dick? You have no respect for yourself Lacey. You’re trashy, and to be quite honest, no one likes to keep a girl for long if she’s trashy. So pretty soon, you’ll be alone and sad. Wishing that you had someone to love you.” I finished turning the door knob. “Goodbye Lacey.”
And with that I stormed out of her room slamming the door behind me. I walked over to Jason’s room and grabbed my brown overnight bag I had brought. I quickly ran down the stairs and made my way through the living room avoiding any eye contact with the boys. I threw on my blazer and went straight for the front door.
“Hey! Harry man, where are you going?” Louis asked making all the boys turn toward me.
“I-I have to go home. Bye guys.” I said quickly walking out the front door. I started toward the direction of my house trying to clear any thoughts of what had just happened.
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Annabelle’s POV-
My face was a mess. My make-up was everywhere, my eyes puffy and red, and my hair was messy. I let out a heavy sigh and turned on the faucet, beginning to wash my face. Once all my make-up was off I dried my face quickly. I pulled my hair back into a messy bun and walked out of the bathroom.
I shut my bedroom door and plopped down on my bed. I grabbed the remote from my bed side table and turned on the TV. I browsed through the channels until finally settling for Easy A. I reached over for my phone to look at the time and saw I had one new text message. I opened the message that was from Andrew and began to read it slowly.
‘Annabelle, we need to talk. Call me when you get this.’
I let out a shaky breathe and lowered the TV sitting up on my bed. I pressed call and held the phone to my ear waiting impatiently for him to answer. After the fourth ring he finally picked up. I held my breathe as he answered.
“Hey.”
“Hi.” I said quietly not trusting my voice.
“Look, I have stuff to tell you.” he sighed sounding a bit annoyed.
“Okay? Go on.”
“Well, it’s hard to explain. Can we just meet up somewhere? Like the park?” he asked.
“Yeah I guess.” I shrugged standing up.
“Alright. I’ll meet you there in 10 minutes.
“Okay. Bye.” and with that we hung up. I slipped off my dress and pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt knowing it would be colder than before since it was 7:30 at night.
I pulled on some converse and grabbed my grey hoodie pulling that over my head. I slipped my phone in my back pocket and turned off everything before walking out of my bedroom. I didn’t bother putting on any make-up because it would be dark and there was a 50/50 chance that I would cry again.
I walked down the stairs quickly and headed for the front door. Luckily no one was down stairs so no one could really stop me or question my actions. I shut the front door and started to walk in the direction of the park knowing it wasn’t that far from my house.
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I approached the park slowly, not sure what to expect. I took a deep breathe and continued to walk toward a bench that was close by. Not long after I had sit down, Andrew’s car appeared. I took in deep breaths and pushed my hands into my jacket pockets, trying to stay warm.
He got out of his car and I watched him walk slowly toward me, looking around the park. It was completely empty, I don’t know who he could possibly be looking for. I let out a sigh and cleared my throat preparing myself for what was coming next. On the way over here I had came up with a speech to tell him, it was pretty good I thought. Now all I had to do was say it to him, with confidence.
“Hey.” he said as soon as he reached me.
“Hi.” I gulped looking down at the floor.
“Alright well I guess I’ll start by saying I’m sorry.” he said sitting down next to me on the bench. I looked up at him shocked.
“What do you mean sorry?” I asked seriously confused.
“You know, about the whole Facebook pictures. I know you saw them Annabelle, and I’m really sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. Can you forgive me? If you just give me one more chance I promise I’ll-”
I held up my hand indicating for him to stop. I looked him dead in the eye and took in a deep breathe getting ready to say what I’ve always wanted to say.
“Andrew, I’ve been thinking lately actually for a long time now that we’re not right for each other. We’re just not meant to be. I know you don’t love me, you make that clear to me by how you treat me. I’m sorry but I can’t forgive you. I can’t, and I won’t. you’ve hurt me so much. I’ve basically changed everything about me since I’ve gotten with you and it’s not right. I love you Andrew, but this is for the best. I think we should see other people.” I said trying to stay strong and look confident.
He stayed silent. Not saying one word. He just stood there looking at me, until finally he let out a scoff.
“It’s that Styles kid huh? Ever since he started talking to you more you’ve been looking at him funny. Don’t think I don’t see it Annabelle, I see the way you act around him. All you want is for him to fuck you senseless. That’s all you want huh? You just want to have those legs wrapped around him-”
“ENOUGH!” I yelled standing up.
“WHY! Because you know it’s true! You’re a little slut that’s what you are! You know what Annabelle you weren’t even worth the wait. You’re a useless skank that no one is gonna want. So get used to it!” he yelled getting to his feet and walking toward me.
That was it. I balled my hand into a fist and swung full force at his face. I hit him right in the eye before he stumbled backward. I clenched my hand in shock. Not knowing what I had done. I looked at him terrified as he approached me slowly with anger in his eyes.
“No, I’m sorry! Andrew I’m so sorry! Please!” I begged backing away from him. He grabbed my arms tightly and shook me fiercely making me yelp in pain.
“You think you can hit me and get away with it!? You think begging is gonna make me stop!? Pathetic!” he yelled swinging his right hand across my face smacking me hard. I screamed in pain and grabbed my face where he had hit me.
He gripped my hair and yanked me down causing me to wince as tears filled my eyes. He smacked me again before throwing me into the bench making me hit my ribs against the edge of the bench. I yelped and grabbed my ribs as I began to cry.
“Please Andrew, please. I’m sorry.” I sobbed trying to make him stop.
He didn’t answer he just walked toward me and grabbed my head pulling me off the bench and throwing me to the floor. I reached out my hands trying to break my fall, I barely stopped my face from smashing into the floor. My hands were throbbing and they began to tingle. He crouched down next to me and grabbed a hand full of my hair.
“Stupid bitch! You think you could just break up with me? No! I fucking say when it’s over! You hear me! All I ever did was treat you right. I treated you better than you fucking deserved! You should have appreciated how I treated you because I doubt any guy is gonna want you anymore. You’re pointless Annabelle, when are you gonna realize that?” he yelled into my ear. He pushed my head down forcefully making my face hit the ground hard causing my lip to bust open.
He stood up and kicked me in the stomach really hard. I screamed in agony just wishing that this could just be all over. He kicked me again making me cough and clutch my stomach. I was sobbing uncontrollably by then. I just wanted my life to end right now.
I looked up through tear filled eyes, only to see Andrew smirk down at me and spit before walking away. I laid there crying as I watched him walk away. I stayed there not moving as I cried and cried and cried. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t go home and face them, I had no where else to go.
I soon gained up enough strength to get to my feet. I stumbled toward the street, following the lights, not yet knowing where I was going. I was still sobbing and my body was aching, but I had to keep moving. I walked and walked until I noticed a familiar street sign. I turned into the neighborhood and kept walking until I saw the gorgeous white house.
I walked up the path limping trying my hardest to at least make it up the front steps. I made it up the front porch steps before collapsing in front of the door. I felt more tears fall from my eyes as I looked up and reached out a shaky hand trying to push the doorbell. I pushed it as hard as I could before dropping my hand resting my head against the door.
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Harry’s POV- (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWb57OhhEwY&ob=av2n basically this song could be played whenever throughout this next part, it really doesn’t have a certain place so you could play it whenever)
I heard the doorbell ring and I reluctantly got off my bed knowing no one was going to answer it since everyone was out. I walked down the stairs taking my time and headed for the front door. I opened up the door and looked down. I gasped in horror and quickly dropped to my feet as a bloody Annabelle laid before me.
“Oh my god! Annabelle! Annabelle what’s wrong!?” I asked frantically. Her head was bleeding and her bottom lip was busted. She had some cuts on her face and her sweater was all covered in blood and dirt. Without thinking I scooped her up in my arms which made her wince. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” I whispered walking into my house and shutting the door with my foot. I quickly locked it and walked quickly to my couch laying her down.
She grabbed her ribs and began to cry even harder. I was terrified I had no idea what had happened to her, and I had no clue what to do! “Annabelle, what happened?” I asked trying to at least get some kind of sentence from her. She shook her head before sitting up and grabbing on to me. She threw her arms around my neck and began to sob into my shoulder. I held her tightly in my arms rocking back in forth trying to calm her down. “Annabelle, please. Tell me what’s wrong. Who did this to you?” I asked concerned,
She didn’t respond, she just kept on crying into my shoulder. Every now and then she’d let out a loud sob, almost like a scream. When she did that I would hold her even tighter trying to comfort her. She squeezed me tighter and shook her head sobbing louder and louder.
“Annabelle, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” I said trying to sound calm. I wasn’t calm, I was scared shitless!
“I-I’m so sorry Harry! I re-really am!” she sobbed I could barely understand her.
“Why are you sorry Annabelle? You haven’t done anything wrong have you?” I asked rubbing her back and rocking back and fourth still.
“I-I shouldn’t have come here! I-I just h-had no-no where, where to g-go. I c-couldn’t have g-gone h-home, I j-just c-c-couldn’t!!” she yelled as she began to sob harder. I pulled her closer to me, if that was even possible.
“Annabelle, it’s fine! It’s fine! You don’t have to be sorry. Just please tell me what’s wrong.” I whispered practically begging her to tell me.
She shook her head and kept on sobbing. “Harry, I’m s-sorry, b-but I just can’t t-tell you. I don’t w-want you to g-get in-involved.”
“Well at least tell me what I can do.” I said still holding her and rubbing her back.
“I just can’t be alone Harry. I-I can’t r-right now.” she whispered sounding so scared. I was getting more and more worried. Who did this to her? Who made her so scared?
“Alright. I won’t leave you. I promise.” I whispered back still confused but mostly concerned.
“Please. Please, don’t leave me.” she whispered almost pleaded. I nodded fiercely and pulled back so I could see her face.
“I would never leave you Annabelle.” I meant it too. Even if she wanted me too, I still wouldn’t just leave her. She meant too much to me. “Let’s go get you cleaned up okay?” I said rubbing her arms. She nodded and I helped her up.
I wrapped her arm lightly around my shoulder and slid my arm around her waist gently, helping her up the stairs to my bathroom. We got to my bedroom and I walked her toward my built in bathroom. I turned on the light and put down the lid to the toilet so she could sit down. She sat down carefully hissing in pain.
“What? What’s wrong?” I asked frantically.
“My ribs.” she whispered pulling up her hoodie and shirt. Her body was basically covered in bruises, cuts, and scars. She had some blood on her ribs coming from a small cut.
I was quite shocked to be honest. She had so many bruises it was unbelievable. I quickly reached for a washcloth and turned on the faucet putting hot water on it. Once it was fully wet I folded it into a rectangle before crouching down next to Annabelle.
She lifted her shirt again and I lightly dabbed at her torso trying to clean off all the blood. She winced once in a while and I quickly said sorry. I continued to do that until I had gotten everything somewhat clean. I stood up and wet the washcloth again.
This time I began to clean her face gently. I wiped away the blood from her lip and forehead. Once I was done I threw the washcloth in my hamper and turned on the shower for her.
“Here, take a nice warm shower to make you feel better. I’ll go get you a towel and some clothes.” I said before walking out of the bathroom and out of my room.
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Annabelle’s POV-
I sat their silently crying. I just wanted this to be a horrible nightmare. I just wanted to die. The pain I was in, it was just unbearable! The memories that were floating through my head were eating me alive. I just wanted it all to end.
I looked around Harry’s bathroom and that’s when I spotted a razor. I reached over for it slowly and took out a blade, cutting my finger in the process. I winced but quickly forgot about it. I rolled up my sleeves and placed the blade to my wrist. I closed my eyes shut and pressed the blade as hard as I could into my wrist sliding it across.
“Hey, I was thinking you can just wear my pair of boxers since you don’t have any- OMG! ANNABELLE!!!” I opened my eyes and saw Harry rush over to me and drop down next to me. He grabbed the blade away from me but I held onto it tightly not wanting to let go. “Annabelle let go.” he said seriously.
“No Harry! Give it back!” I yelled tears streaming from my face.
“No Annabelle, I’m not going to let you do this!” he yelled pulling hard and making me loose my grip. It slid form my hands instantly and he threw the blade to the side grabbing me as I jumped forward after the blade. “ANNABELLE STOP!” he yelled wrapping his arms around me pulling me back.
“No!” I screamed throwing myself to the floor. “Harry just let me go! HARRY! LET ME GO!” I yelled crying even harder. “Harry just let me do it! HARRY LET GO OF ME! Let me die! Harry I want to DIE!” I sobbed thrashing around in his arms. He squeezed me tighter not saying anything.
I began to pound on his chest and arms trying to make him let go, but nothing worked. Finally I just stopped and gave up. I stopped hitting him and just gripped onto his shirt crying. I sobbed louder and louder until finally I just let out a scream. A scream I’ve been dying to let out ever since my mom died ever since Andrew happened, ever since my left turned into a complete mess.
I hit his chest a couple more times in anger and frustration, I let out one last scream before finally falling helplessly into his arms. He rocked me back and fourth calming me down a bit but he still didn’t say anything.
He looked down at my arms and took my wrist gently in his hand before letting it go and reaching up with his free hand to the wash cloth in the hamper. He wiped the blood away carefully before letting go of me and standing up. He quickly opened the medicine cabinet and took out a box of band-aids.
Next thing I knew he was right next to me again and was bandaging up my cut.
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Harry’s POV-
Even after I had cleaned her up, got her calmed down, and into the shower safely, I still felt scared. I was scared that she was going to try and kill herself again. I took out my razor and any sharp objects from the bathroom before leaving her alone.
I sat down at the edge of the bed still looking at the bathroom door. If I hear one strange noise I’m going in there. I knew I was probably being stupid for being this protective but it’s just that with her, it’s like it comes naturally. I’ve felt this way for years now.
I started to get feelings for her in ninth grade when we actually started talking. It was something about the way she was so shy and timid. The way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous, or the way she blushes when I would look into her eyes. All the small things she did made me like her more and more.
She was just so cute and adorable. Anytime I successfully made her laugh it was like I had won first place at something. She meant that much to me. When I found out Andrew had asked her out it hurt me so much. Andrew wasn’t right for her. He was a jerk and a player, everything Annabelle didn’t need in her life. I was better for her, and I still am better for her.
I let out a heavy sigh and stood up walking toward the nightstand to check my phone. I had one message from Louis inviting me to a party with the boys, and another message from Zayn stating the same thing. I typed a quick reply saying that I didn’t feel like going, which in all honesty was true. I rather be here helping Annabelle than partying.
Just then the door opened and Annabelle walked out slowly. She kept her eyes to the floor making sure we didn’t make eye contact. She had on one of my hoodies and some sweats of mine. Her dirty clothes were in her right hand and she had a towel wrapped around her head holding up her wet hair.
“Um, where do I put these?” she asked a bit timidly.
“Oh, uh, I’ll take them.” I said awkwardly and walked toward her taking the clothes from her hand. I walked back into the bathroom and set them in the hamper.
When I walked back out Annabelle was sitting on my bed looking down at her hands. Her beautiful face looked so scared and sad. Her brow was furrowed and she bit her lip gently before looking up at me with watery eyes. I quickly walked toward her and sat down next to her on the bed. I wrapped one arm around her and pulled her into my chest. She rested her head on my chest and cried quietly.
“Thank you Harry.” she whispered between sobs. “You know for being here for me when I really needed someone.”
“Anytime Annabelle. Anytime.” I whispered back kissing the top of her head.
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Chapter 4: Inside your head…
Annabelle’s POV-
I flushed the toilet weakly and quietly put down the toilet seat. I leaned back against the wall limply, pulling my knees up to my chest. I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and closed my eyes, resting my head against the wall. I tried to think of anything but what I just did. I was so ashamed of myself. Of what I’ve become. I was a mess. I rested my head in my hands and took in deep breathes.
I will never be normal ever again. I’ll always be that messed up, bulimic, suicidal girl. No one could ever love such a hideous person. I needed to get out of my thoughts, fast. I jumped to my feet a little too fast which made me have to grip the sink counter. I took in a soothing breathe and grabbed my toothbrush putting toothpaste on it as well.
The water was still running so I quickly brushed my teeth and turned the faucet off. I fixed my hair and opened the door turning off the light in one swift motion. I started to walk toward my room to get ready to go out with the boys when I heard a voice coming from the stairs. I stopped in front of my door and tried to listen in on the conversation.
“Why do you care?” I heard Jason ask curiously.
“Because, I’m worried. I heard noises coming from the bathroom when I passed by. Disturbing noises.” Harry replied making my heart almost stop. He heard? Shit, why couldn’t I be more careful?
“It could have been anything. I bet you she’s perfectly fine Harry. Stop worrying.” Jason said casually.
“Yeah, but what if she’s not?” Harry asked quietly.
“What if she’s not what?” Jason asked confused.
“What if she’s not fine.” Harry said making it seem more like a statement than a question.
“Harry, she’s fine. She probably just had an upset stomach.” Jason said. I could hear footsteps beginning to come closer. I jumped slightly and quickly tried to open my door but was stopped. “Oh hey Annabelle!” Jason said I turned around and saw him at the top of the stairs and Harry right behind him.
“Hi.” I said smiling slightly.
“Are you alright? Harry said he heard noises coming from the bathroom. Did you have an upset stomach?” Jason asked a bit concerned.
“Yeah, I think it was just the milk or something. Just made my stomach jump a bit.” I lied smiling a fake smile.
I looked past Jason and saw Harry looking at me intently with those green eyes. It felt like they were burning into me. I quickly looked away and back at Jason.
“Well, I’m going to go get ready now.” I said turning the door handle.
“Alright.” Jason said walking toward his room and going inside.
Harry stood there for a moment before walking into Jason’s room. I quickly entered my room and shut the door locking it behind me. I sighed and walked over to my closet looking for some clothes.
I took out a plain dark purple dress and laid it on my bed. I grabbed a pinkish purple belt and laid it down next to the dress. I shrugged out of my clothes and slipped on the dress. It flowed down to my mid thigh covering most of the bruises on my legs, except one. I sighed and buckled the belt around my waist so the dress didn’t look so boring.
I pulled my hair up into a messy ponytail/bun and tied a white bow around my hair so it looked like a headband. I slipped on my black flats and started to put on my jewelry. I hooked my black and silver rose necklace around my neck and slipped on a ‘LIVE’ bracelet and grabbed my black cardigan so it could cover up my arms. I put on some silver dangle earrings and walked over to my door to put on my make-up.
I shut the door and started to put on my make-up covering up certain bruises that you could still see along with ones that were fading. After I was done covering them up I put on some mascara and eyeliner, along with lip-gloss and some blush. I quickly put make-up over the bruise on my leg trying my hardest to cover it up well.
Once I was done I walked out and back into my room to get my purse and phone. I quickly grabbed my stuff and walked downstairs to where I could hear the boys voices. I reached the living room and the first thing I saw was Harry, looking flawless as usual.
He had on a navy blue blazer and a white band tee, along with some jeans and white converse. I stopped and stared at him for a bit taking in how amazing he looked. I heard someone clear their throat and I snapped out of it quickly averting my eyes away from Harry trying not to blush.
“Well are we all ready then?” Liam asked looking at everyone. We all exchanged nods and ’yeahs’.
“Alright so now let’s hurry up and get out of here before Lacey tries to tag along.” Jason said laughing and walking toward the front door. I let out a small laugh before following him out with the other boys.
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We had circled around the mall at least three times and my feet were already hurting. The Jason and Louis had insisted on tracking down these girls that had passed us in the food court a little bit ago, but we still haven’t found them. I sighed and stopped near a bench.
“Alright guys, hate to be a party pooper but… my feet hurt.” I groaned plopping down on the bench. “How about you guys go on without me? I’ll stay here until you guys get back.” I suggested sitting back.
“You sure? I don’t want to leave you alone. You’ll be okay?” Jason asked worried.
“She won’t be alone. I’ll stay with her.” I looked behind Zayn and saw Harry staring right at me. “You guys go on without me. I’m kind of tired too.” He said sitting down next to me.
“Alright, well if you guys are so sure… we’ll see you around or something.” Jason hesitated but then turned around and started walking with the rest of the boys.
It was quiet for a bit, mostly because I was surprised that he had volunteered to stay with me. He’d rather be sat here with boring old me, than go flirt with pretty girls? Odd.
I finally couldn’t take the silence anymore and asked the question that was irritating me the most.
“Why did you stay?” I blurted out turning to look at him.
“I told you, I was tired. I didn’t want to continue to look around for girls.” he said shrugging.
“Well why not?” I asked curious.
“They’re not my type.” he said simply. He turned and finally looked at me, his eyes burning into mine.
“What is your type then?” I asked cocking my head slightly.
“It’s not that easy to explain.” he said still looking at me.
“Try to. Enlighten me on what goes on in that head of yours. What is the ideal girl for you Harry Styles?” I asked putting on my best interviewer voice. I balled my hand into a fist and put it next to his mouth mimicking a microphone. He laughed loudly which made me laugh as well, a real laugh.
“You really want to know what goes on in my head?” he asked once we had calmed down. I nodded silently placing my hands on my lap. “Alright, but under two conditions.” he said standing up. I looked at him confused before standing up as well.
“What are these conditions?” I asked curiously.
“Well, first off… I’m hungry so you’re going to have to suffer walking back to the food court.” he said laughing I groaned and he rolled his eyes.
“Okay is that all?” I asked placing my hands on my hips.
“No. Second condition is that if I tell you what goes on in my head, then you have to tell me what goes on in yours.” he said seriously. I stood there not sure if he was kidding or not. He didn’t look like he was kidding, was he really serious? Why would he want to know what goes on in my head? “So, do we have and agreement?” he asked breaking me out of my thoughts.
“Uh… yeah. I guess.” I said looking down. What was the worst he could want to know? It’s not like he was going to get too personal… right?
He nodded and we began to walk toward the food court in silence.
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When we finally got there we headed straight toward the pretzel stand. we stood in line for a few moments before finally approaching the counter.
“Hi, how may I help you?” The worker said. She was about our age and had long black hair and big brown eyes. She was really pretty and looked really happy and cheerful.
“Hi, I’ll have the pretzel bites, and a medium sized lemonade. And… what do you want Annabelle?” Harry asked turning toward me.
“Oh I’ll just have a medium Lemonade.” I said ignoring the growling noise in my stomach.
Harry handed her some money and she quickly punched in some numbers on the register getting some change for him. She handed him his change and smiled brightly at us. “Your order will be right with you.” and with that she turned around to get our drinks.
“I’ll go find somewhere to sit.” I said looking around for a spot.
“Alright.” Harry nodded.
I turned and started walking toward the tables. Everywhere was filled with people, mostly teenagers. It took me forever to find a table but I finally found one not to far away so Harry could still see me.
I sat down and pulled out my phone checking to see if I had any messages from anyone, of course…nothing. I sighed and put my phone back in my purse. Not long after Harry came walking toward me holding a red tray with our stuff on it. He smiled and set the tray down, sitting opposite of me.
“So, you never answered my question.” I said as he opened up a little container of Nacho cheese.
“Well what exactly do you wanna know?” He asked looking up at me.
I shrugged and took a sip of my lemonade. “I don’t know, just anything. You said it’s hard to explain, so try and explain.” I said looking down at my straw.
“Why do you wanna know so badly?” he asked smirking. I rolled my eyes at him and shrugged.
“I’m just curious.” I said honestly.
“Well, I like girls who have a great sense of humor. Who are nice, and can take a joke. I like brunette’s to be quite honest. Also the girl ahs to be smart. I at least want to have a decent conversation not one that basically consists of shoes, clothes, lip-gloss, and or the latest gossip!” he said putting on a girly voice. I almost choked on my lemonade at the sound of his voice. He began to chuckle before eating one of his pretzel bites.
“That’s all?” I asked once I had stopped laughing.
“Yeah I guess, but most importantly I like a girl who can make me laugh. One that it comes easy with you know? Not one where it’s completely awkward and we don’t have to force conversation. We can just sit in complete silence and it would be comfortable. Someone I could be myself around without having to put on some act. One that wants me for me and not my popularity.” He finished looking up at me.
I nodded slowly and took another sip of my drink as he continued to eat his pretzels. I crossed my arms on the table and started to look around.
“Alright, well you said you liked brunettes… so how about that one?” I asked gesturing toward a girl standing in line for smoothies with a group of friends.
He looked up and turned toward the girl before shaking his head and answering. “Nah, she looks to girly.”
“Okay, well how about the one next to her?” I asked looking at the girl. She was petite and had golden brown hair that flowed down to her mid back. She was wearing a jean mini skirt, a white halter top, and black sandals. She was really pretty.
“No.” he said chewing his pretzel. I looked at him in shock.
“Why not!? She’s pretty, she’s brunette, she looks normal. What’s wrong with her?” I asked looking at him. He shrugged and swallowed his food.
“I don’t know. Don’t get me wrong she’s pretty but, I kinda have my eye on somebody else.” He said smiling slightly.
“Who? Lacey?” I mumbled rolling my eyes and leaning back in my chair.
“No. What? No. Lacey? Come on now, she’s definitely not my type. She’s too clingy and snobby. She’s hot, but has a horrible personality. The girl I like is way, WAY better than her.” He smiled drinking his lemonade.
“Oh really? What’s this girl like?” I asked leaning forward again.
“Don’t you think we’ve heard enough about me? We made an agreement that I got to ask you stuff.” He said smirking. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
“What do you even want to know? I’m not that interesting you know. I’m quite boring to be honest.” I said truthfully. He laughed and rolled his eyes.
“I doubt that.” he took a sip of his drink before leaning on the table so he was looking straight into my eyes. “Tell me Annabelle, what goes on in your head?”
“You wouldn’t want to know what goes on in my head Harry.” I whispered truthfully.
“Well what if I want to know what goes through your head?” he asked tilting his head slightly. I looked at him and let out a small laugh.
“You’re crazy. Why would you want to know?” I asked leaning back on the chair and crossing my arms over my chest.
“Same reason you want to know what goes through my head. I’m curious.” he smiled drinking his lemonade. I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh.
“What are you curious about?” I asked looking into his gorgeous green eyes.
“The same thing you wanted to know about me.” he smiled resting back in his chair. “What do you look for in a guy?”
“Well,” I started trying to think. “Um, I like a guy who’s sweet and has a amazing sense of humor. A nice smile, and great eyes. Also they have to be able to make me laugh, real laughs not forced. Along with being able to make me smile by simply looking at me. I want to be able to be myself around them and not be so self cautious. Like I can just be in sweats and a t-shirt, no make-up and my hair tied in a bun and he’ll still think I’m the most beautiful girl in the world.” I began to get lost in my description and started to play with my straw.
“I want someone that will compliment me and actually make me believe it. Someone who just enjoys being with me. A guy who likes to cuddle and not have any intentions of doing something else. I guess I just want a guy who will make me feel like I’m loved. I want someone who actually cares about me.” I trailed off looking down at the table.
“Then why are you with Andrew?” Harry blurted out making me snap out of my trance and look up at him. “If you want such and amazing guy who treats you right, then why are you with Andrew. He’s not even close to that description. He’s an asshole that doesn’t deserve you.”
“Well he’s the only guy who actually showed interest in me. I don’t necessarily have guys lining up to go out with me.” I spat back.
“How do you know? For all you know some guy out there could just be waiting for you to notice him but you’re to hung up on Andrew to even notice. There could be a guy out there that actually wants you and cares about you, who actually deserves you but you won’t even know because you don’t look.” he said looking at me intensely.
“Oh yeah, well who could possible want me? Hmm Harry? Who deserves me? Because last time I checked I’m worthless. I’m damaged goods that no one wants. If anything I don’t deserve anybody, but to be alone.” I snapped leaning forward.
“You’re not worthless, and you don’t deserve to be alone.” Harry said in a low voice.
“You’re just saying that.” I whispered looking away from him.
“No I’m not. I care about you Annabelle. Like I said before I care, so you should stop doubting yourself! I know for a fact someone wants you and thinks you’re amazing.” Harry said a bit angrily.
“How do you know that?” I asked with doubt.
“Because that guy is me.” he snapped looking deep into my eyes. I gasped and froze not knowing what to say. I was at a loss for words. I had no idea how to respond to that.
Harry looked away from me and stayed silent, and so did I. Harry wanted me? He thought I was amazing and he actually wanted me. Was the girl he was talking about me? No it couldn’t possibly be me. Me of all people? I’m not good enough for him so why would he want me? Annabelle West, the fucked up girl who’s suicidal. Who would want that as their girlfriend?
Just then a familiar voice broke me out of my thoughts. I looked away from Harry and saw Jason and the boys staring down at us.
“You guys alright?” Jason asked suspiciously.
“Yeah, we’re fine. Did you guys find the girls you were looking for?” Harry asked sitting up straight and clearing his throat.
“Nah, but we did find some other girls. They’re over there getting some ice cream.” Jason smiled pointing over at a group of gorgeous girls standing by the counter.
There were five of them standing there looking like complete models. One girl had long, silky red hair that was curled slightly at the ends and went down the her mid back. She had a brilliant smile that flashed her white teeth and had amazing light green eyes. She had a perfect figure and had on dark blue jeans and a long sleeve floral print shirt with pink roses on it. She had on black Ugg boots and a black medium sized purse.
The one on her right had long, straight brown hair that flowed perfectly down to her lower back and big hazel eyes.. She had on a grey sweatshirt with ’Love’ written across it and the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, light blue jeans and black and white converse. The one to the red heads left was a short girl with platinum blonde hair that was curled just past her shoulders. She was wearing short jean shorts and a white tank top with a blue plaid shirt over it unbuttoned all the way. She had on white converse and had big light blue eyes.
The one that was paying had long dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes. She had on shot acid wash shorts with rips in them and a baggy Beatles shirt tucked in her shorts. She had black high top converse and a couple bulky bracelets on her wrists along with some oversized rings. The last one was reaching for her ice cream cone. She had medium length Strawberry Blonde hair that was in loose waves. She wore a cute pale pink dress and a cream colored cardigan. Her shoes were cute little light brown flats and she had a silver long heart necklace around her neck.
They all looked stunning and perfect for the boys. As the grabbed their ice cream I turned away and looked back at the boys. They were talking amongst each other, but Harry was sort of out of it… not really paying any attention. I was still shocked as to what he said, but I knew I had to shake it off. He was probably just messing around. I think…
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Chapter 3: Try, trust and believe in me. I can show you that there’s so much more…
Annabelle’s POV-
I slowly opened my eyes as my alarm clock went off. I sighed and hit the off switch before burying my head under the covers, blocking the sun from my eyes. I had a massive headache from last night and a slight pain between my legs. I turned over so my back was facing the opposite side of my window. I didn’t want to get out of bed today, not one bit.
I knew that if I never left my room no one would care. I would just stay and watch TV all day. No one would even notice If I was here or not. I felt like crap and there was no way I was leaving this comfy bed. I tried my hardest to drift back to sleep but I couldn’t. There were to many things going through my head at that moment that was stopping me from falling back to sleep… Last night.
The events from last night kept replaying in my head. From the moment I left the house to the moment I returned. Especially when I returned. I was still so confused by how nice Harry was last night. He had came and comforted me when I was a mess, it was unbelievable. I couldn’t believe the whole situation. It seemed so fake, so unreal. It was nice though… real nice.
The way he held me close when I was crying, to the way he let me cry on his shoulder as he comforted me with soothing words. It was something I always wanted. No one has ever done that to me since my mom had passed away. I liked it. I liked the way Harry made me feel safe. The way he held me close and made me feel like everything was going to be okay, even though I knew it wasn’t. he made me feel comfortable. Something I hardly ever feel.
The only thing that frustrated me so freaking much was the fact that he did that. Why he came to me and helped me. Why he tucked me and told me everything would be okay even though he didn’t know the situation. His tone of voice made me believe him. I needed to find out why he did it, because if I didn’t I knew it would drive me insane!
Just then I heard a knock on my door. I groaned and took the covers off my head. I winced slightly at the bright sunlight that shined in my eyes. I let out a sigh and pushed my hair away from my face.
“Who is it?” I asked staring at the door.
“Um, it’s me. Harry. Can I come in?” His voice called from the other side of the door.
I gulped loudly trying to find the words to answer. What did he want? Why did he want to come in? I finally sighed and responded. “Um, yeah. You can.”
The door knob slowly opened and revealed a tired looking Harry. Even though it was the morning he still blew my mind at how amazing he looked. His hair was messy and his sweats hung loosely around his hips. His white t-shirt fitting just right on him. His green eyes still managing to sparkle this early in the morning.
“Hi.” He said awkwardly breaking me out of my thoughts.
“Um, hi.” I said back shyly. It was weird talking to him after last night, and how he saw me crying.
“How are you feeling?” he asked sheepishly. “Is-is it okay if I sit down?” he asked gesturing toward my bed.
“Yeah, of course.” I said sitting up with my legs criss crossed. “Um, I’m… okay, I guess.” I whispered answering his previous question.
“Are you sure? I mean you were pretty upset last night. What happened?” he asked concerned as he sat down at the end of my bed.
I looked down at my hands nervously. I didn’t know what to say. If I told him that meant he’ll know more than I want him to, but at the same time I feel like I could tell him and like I could trust him. I took in a shaky breathe and looked back up at Harry.
He was staring at me with concern in his eyes, something hardy anybody showed me. He didn’t say one word, he just waited for me to respond. He didn’t push an answer out of me, he just waited quietly. Until finally, I spoke.
“It’s just that… I’m not really sure what happened last night to be honest. All I know is that it was a mistake. A big, big mistake. He was a mistake….” I started but slowly stopped as I felt a lump in my throat. I could feel tears brim my eyes as the memories floated back.
“You can tell me… if you want.” He whispered still looking at me.
I nodded and tried to regain control. I couldn’t cry in front of him again. I took in a deep breathe before clearing my throat and trying again.
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“I don’t really know how to explain it.” I said truthfully looking up at him.
“Well, when you’re ready to talk or explain which ever, I’ll be here. You can talk to me Annabelle. You can trust me.” he whispered. Something in his voice made me believe him. I knew I could trust him, I just knew I could. Yet something was stopping me.
“Okay.” I nodded looking down at my hands again. I heard him take in a breathe before speaking.
“What are you so afraid of?” he sighed making me snap my head up and look at him confused.
“Wh-what do you mean?” I asked shocked.
“Something’s stopping you from opening up. Why are you so afraid? What’s the worst that could happen? Someone could actually care about you!? Is that it? Is that why you won’t open up? Because you are afraid someone will start to care for you and show you what it’s like to be cared for?” he asked looking deep into my eyes.
“No. I’m afraid that if I let someone in, they’ll get to scared and runaway. Everyone always leaves. Nothing’s ever permanent. I’m screwed up Harry. I have a messed up life that most people can’t handle. I can’t even handle it and yet it’s my life! I want to know what it’s like to be cared for I do, trust me! But, no one ever seems to care.” I said tears threatening to come out.
He looked down and then back up at me before coming closer to me. He took my hand and softly brushed his thumb across the top of my hand.
“Annabelle, whatever it is that’s messed up in your life, it can be helped you know. Like you said, nothing’s permanent. You don’t have to keep living this kind of life. You don’t have to resort to this.” he whispered turning my hand over and pushing my sweater sleeve up. All my cuts were on full display. I gasped and looked up at him squirming a bit.
“Annabelle, don’t put yourself through this anymore okay? Cutting is the last thing that should be on your mind. Talk to somebody. Anybody! You can talk to me. I won’t even respond if you don’t want me to. I’ll just listen. I’m a great listener you know.” he said smiling slightly. A tear fell from my face and he gently wiped it away for me. “Look, don’t ever say no one cares about you Annabelle, because I care.” he said looking at me.
By then I was in complete shock to even notice what he did next. He leaned forward and planted a small kiss on my forehead before standing up. I looked up at him through blurry eyes as he gently stroked a cut on my wrist.
“Please, don’t ever do that again. Please…for me?” he whispered before letting go of me and walking out.
I sat there speechless as the door opened and shut, leaving me alone in my quiet room. I could hear his footsteps walk down the stairs and then fade away. Tears began to fall a little bit faster as his words flooded through my head. The way he looked at me as he told me not to cut myself again. The way he didn’t freak when he saw all the slits on my wrists. I but most importantly, the way he said those two little words,
‘I care.’
So simple, yet so meaningful. I wiped away my tears quickly and got off my bed heading toward the door. I opened it slowly and looked around the hallway to see if anyone was coming. The hallway was clear, but I could hear voices downstairs. I quickly ran to the bathroom and shut the door locking it in the process.
I turned on the light quickly and turned toward the mirror. My make-up was smudge like crazy, my hair was a huge mess, and my eyes and face were red and puffy from all the crying. I quickly went to the bathroom and washed my hands. I sighed and began to shrug out of my clothes and turn on the shower. I reached out my hand and felt the water to see if it was warm enough before getting in. I stepped in and let the warm water cascade over my body.
I began to scrub my body down with tons of soap trying to get that dirty gross feeling off of me. Once I was satisfied I rinsed off and started washing my hair. Once I was done I grabbed my face wash and began washing my face. I tried my hardest to get all of last night’s make-up off of me so I wouldn’t look like a complete mess.
Once I was done doing everything I usually do in the shower I turned off the water and opened up the glass door. I grabbed a towel and dried my hair slightly before drying my body off. I wrapped the towel around my body and began to brush my hair out and braid it to the side. I then picked up my dirty clothes opening the door in the process.
I turned off the light and opened up the door heading back to my room. I opened up my bedroom door and shut it quickly behind me. I threw my dirty clothes in the hamper and walked over to my dresser. I opened up my underwear drawer and took out fresh clean underwear and bra. I took off my towel and threw it on my bed before putting on my underwear and bra.
I shut my drawer and opened up the one under it. I pulled out some grey sweats and a blue tank top. I slipped those on and walked over to my bed and reached underneath to get my comfy slippers. I put those on and grabbed a black hoodie and pulled that over my head. I then grabbed my deodorant and out some on.
All of a sudden my stomach growled. I began to have a mental argument with myself. Should I eat? Or skip breakfast? Just then my stomach growled again. I sighed and walked toward my door opening it up. Screw it! I’m eating.
I walked down the stairs quickly and headed toward the kitchen when I suddenly heard voices coming from the kitchen. I slowed down and peeked into the kitchen. Jason, Harry, Zayn, Louis, Liam, and Niall were all sitting around the table talking over some breakfast.
I took in a deep breathe and took a step into the kitchen. I instantly met eyes with Harry and I gave him a small smile before looking away and heading toward the fridge. I opened it up and took out some milk for cereal. I placed it on the counter and walked toward over to the pantry to get some cereal. I grabbed my favorite cereal and shut the pantry.
“How’d last night go Annabelle? You have fun?” Jason asked chewing his food.
I stopped pouring my cereal and slowly looked up. I turned toward Harry and he was staring at me waiting for a answer. I didn’t know what to say. I hate lying to Jason but I wasn’t going to tell him. I gulped and continued pouring my cereal.
“Um, yeah. It was okay.” I lied avoiding eye contact as I set down the cereal bowl and poured me some milk.
“Cool. Well do you have plans tonight ‘cause me and the boys were thinking about maybe heading to the mall just to hang out. You wanna come with?” Jason asked as I sat down at the little island.
“Um, I don’t really know. I mean-” I began but was soon cut off by Jason.
“Aw come on. It will be fun. You don’t want to be stuck in this house all day do you? Lacey’s in a horrible mood so at any moment she could snap.” Jason said playfully. I laughed slightly before eating a spoonful of cereal. I chewed and swallowed my food before finally answering.
“Fine, I guess I’ll go. But only because I do NOT want to hear her complaining. I hear enough of that.” I laughed eating another spoonful.
“Alright, cool. So Harry where did you go last night? We were watching a movie in the home theater and you just took off all of a sudden and never came back. Did you meet up with some girl?” Jason asked wiggling his eyebrows. I quickly looked up at Harry and we both met eye contact. He took a sip of his drink and nodded slowly.
“Uh, not exactly. I was uh… outside.” He said looking over at me.
“Doing what may I ask?” Louis asked smirking.
“I was, getting fresh air. You know, went for a walk.” he lied. He sounded so convincing I was even believing him.
“Ah, I see.” Louis said looking at Harry suspiciously. I looked back down at my bowl of cereal and continued to eat.
“Well, anyways guys, our plan when we go to the mall is to find some girls. The best way to pick up a girl is at the mall obviously.” Jason said laughing. I rolled my eyes and started to tune out their conversation.
Suddenly I heard footsteps come down the stairs. I turned around only to see Lacey strut into the kitchen in her tiny little pajamas. She was wearing short white shorts and a tight light pink tank top that was risen just above her belly button. Her long blonde hair was perfectly ruffled and her long lashes batted at Harry as she passed him.
I sighed and looked down at what I was wearing. I looked like a huge blob of fat compared to her. With her perfectly tiny waist and medium sized boobs and perfect amount of butt. Her legs were so tanned and long. I would kill to look like her. I suddenly stopped eating and realized I had eaten to much.
If I want to be skinny and perfect I just need to stop eating. Simple as that. I stood up and set my bowl in the sink. I exited the kitchen quickly trying to tune out Lacey’s flirting with Harry. I ran up the stairs and straight to the bathroom. I turned on the light and shut the door locking it behind me.
I turned on the faucet full blast and lifted the toilet seat. I kneeled in front of the toilet bowl and took in a few deep breaths. I’m not proud of what I’m about to do, but in this case… it’s the only way. I ate too much and I feel disgusting. I’m disgusting.
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Chapter 2 (part 2): I need a hero…
Annabelle’s POV-
It was lunch time and I was sitting at my usual table with Andrew and his friends. This time Jason and the others didn’t come to sit with us, thankfully, but every now and then I could see Harry up ahead staring at me. I tried my hardest not to look over at him, but of course I glanced over occasionally.
I didn’t eat much at lunch just a bit of the vegetables I had on my tray. The whole time I was self conscious of what Andrew would say to me if he saw me actually eat my sandwich. As I took a sip of my juice I felt Andrew’s had snake around my waist pulling me closer to him.
“So have you thought about it?” he whispered into my ear. I stopped chewing my celery stick and turned my head to look at him.
To be honest I have been thinking about it. All freaking day. I was torn between giving in or saying no. I knew if I said no it would ruin everything and he would probably lose his good mood and get angry. He was in such a good mood today, I couldn’t lose that.
I sighed and looked into Andrew’s eyes. “I…I’ve thought about it and…” I said still trying to think of an answer. “Tonight seems good.” I finished trying to put on my best fake smile.
His eyes lit up and he smiled a huge smile. “Awesome. So, I’ll pick you up to come to my house around 9:00. My parents aren’t home, so we’ll have the house ALL to ourselves.” he whispered winking at me.
I nodded with a slight smile and turned back to my tray. I wasn’t so sure about this, but if it meant he was going to stay happy, then I’ll do whatever.
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It was the end of the day and I was leaning against Andrew’s car with his arm slung lazily over my shoulders, while he talked with his friends about random guy stuff. I soon tuned them out knowing I wouldn’t be interested in any of that.
I started to look around aimlessly throughout the parking lot when I caught eye contact with Harry. He was standing next to Jason’s car while Zayn and Jason were talking. For some reason I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his. It was as if I was frozen. I couldn’t look away no matter how hard I tried. His eyes burned into mine. The way he was looking at me was weird, like he was mad. There was something else in them that I couldn’t quite see.
All of a sudden I felt a tight squeeze on my shoulder. I jumped and snapped my head to the side meeting Andrew’s hard stare.
“What’s wrong?” he asked curiously.
“Oh nothing. It’s nothing.” I answered trying to shake away the image of Harry’s eyes.
“Alright, well let’s go then.” He removed his arm from around me and said bye to his friends. I looked back to see if Harry was still there but he was gone.
I sighed and walked around to the passenger side. We both got in the car in silence. As Andrew started the car my mind drifted to what Harry had said to me earlier this morning.
‘You act like everything is fine when it’s not, you’re not.’
Those were the exact words I always told myself. I act like I’m fine when I’m hurting so much inside. I feel like screaming half the time because I have no one to talk to. No one to comfort me. All those nights I spent on the bathroom floor crying my eyes out as I cut myself, I wished that just once the door would swing open and my knight and shinning armor would barge in and say ‘Stop.’ and tell me they love me and actually care about me. Then they would hold me close, stop the bleeding, take away the blade, and take away the pain as well.
Eventually, it wasn’t even a knight and shinning armor I wanted, I just wanted anybody. Anybody at all. I just wanted to know that someone out there cared about me.
I looked out the window trying to hold back tears as we slowly approached my house. I let out a shaky breath and unbuckled my seatbelt once the car fully stopped. I turned toward Andrew and he smiled a huge smile at me and leaned forward to kiss me.
“I’ll pick you up at 7:30, okay?” he said smirking. I nodded and opened the car door stepping out and shutting it.
Once I got a few steps away from the car I heard him take off down the road. I looked in the drive way and saw Jason’s car was here and so was Lacey’s. I rolled my eyes at the thought of her and continued to walk toward the front door.
I took out my key and unlocked the door heading into the house. I shut the door behind me, locking it, and walking straight toward the stairs. I was walking up the stairs when I heard giggling. I started to walk slower and quieter as I got closer and closer to the giggling.
I got to the top of the stairs and peered over the wall slowly. It was lacey who was giggling. Typical. But, she wasn’t alone, She was with Harry. She was leaning against the wall giggling and messing with his collar of his shirt. He had his hand pressed against the wall next to her head, the other in his pocket. He was mumbling something to her that I couldn’t quite hear.
For some reason I had this weird feeling in the pit of my heart. Like jealousy, or hate. It couldn’t be jealousy! Why would I be jealous of Lacey and Harry? It’s Harry we’re talking about, but that little voice in my head began to whisper, ‘Exactly. It’s Harry, the one who makes you get butterflies for no reason. The one who shows a bit of care for you. The one you want more than Andrew.’
I shook away all those thoughts that that little voice had said. It couldn’t be right. It WASN’T right. I didn’t have any feeling toward Harry, I couldn’t. yeah I get all nervous around him but doesn’t every girl? I closed my eyes tightly and took in a deep breathe before I began to walk toward my room .
I passed Lacey and Harry quickly trying my best not to interrupt whatever the heck was going on there. As soon as I got into Lacey’s view, she pulled Harry closer to her and crashed her lips to his. I rolled my eyes and opened my door rushing in.
It’s stupid how she always has to prove a point. Just like this morning she rubbed that fact that my dad likes her better than me, and right now she just had to kiss Harry? It makes no sense. I know I won’t ever measure up to her so why try and make a point? I let out a heavy sigh and set my bag down on the floor. I took off my blazer and set it on my desk chair. I grabbed my TV remote and turned on the TV. I plopped down on my bed arranging the pillows so I was comfortable, then began flipping through channels.
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Three hours passed and I had watched the whole first season of Vampire Diaries and was on to the second one. I hadn’t moved much since I laid down. I was really getting into the episode when I heard a knock on my door.
“Come in!” I yelled never taking my eyes off the TV. The door opened and I still didn’t look away from the TV.
“Hey, what are you doing tonight?” I looked away from the TV at saw Jason standing in the doorway.
“Um, I’m going to Andrew’s. Why?” I asked curiously sitting up.
“Oh. Well I was just going to ask if you wanted to come with me and the boys to the movie, but never mind.” Jason said smiling.
“Yeah, but thank you for at least inviting me. That was nice of you.” I said honestly smiling. It was nice of him to invite me to go out with his friends.
“No problem. Well, have fun!” he said before shutting the door and leaving.
I looked over at the time and saw it was already 7pm. I sighed and got off my bed finally. I walked over to the door and opened it, heading toward the bathroom. I opened up the door and stepped in turning on the light. I shut and locked the door and began touching up my make-up.
After I was done with my make-up I started fixing my hair up. I took off my hat and re-curled my hair. Once everything was done I brushed my teeth and walked back to my room. I shut my door behind me and strated to figure out what I was going to wear. I wanted to look casual, but nice.
I went through my closet twice before finally settling on a pair of light denim skinny jeans, a red and white stripped tank top that was lose fitted, and red high heels. I applied some more deodorant and perfume before zipping up my grey hoodie and grabbing my cell phone. I turned off my TV and headed downstairs to wait for Andrew.
I decided that since it was only 7:20 I would wait in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen and stopped just before I reached the tile. Jason, Louis, Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Harry were all in the kitchen laughing and talking amongst one another. As soon as my heels hit the tile I caught everyone’s attention, except Harry.
He continued drinking his water until he noticed where everyone was looking. He nearly choked when he laid eyes on me. I began to blush as he coughed and Jason patted him on the back laughing. I looked away and began walking toward the cupboards.
“Excuse me.” I said smiling slightly at Zayn, who was blocking the cupboard with the glasses.
“Oh, yeah! Sorry.” he said snapping out of his concentrated stare. I opened the cupboard and took out a glass and walked back to the water jug. I started filling the glass up just as the boys started talking again.
“So, uh, tonight. What are we going to see?” Jason asked trying to get everyone’s attention.
“I don’t know. What’s out there?” Liam asked shrugging. I took a sip of my water and turned around catching Harry’s eye contact.
He never looked away from me no matter how many times I broke eye contact. I finally just downed the rest of my water and set my glass in the sink before pulling out my phone to check the time. It was 7:30 already. Andrew should be here any-
Just then I heard a loud honk coming from outside. I looked out the window and saw Andrew’s car outside. I quickly began walking out of the kitchen and toward the front door trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.
When I was finally outside I walked down the driveway carefully so I wouldn’t trip and fall in these heels. I opened up the passenger door and gave Andrew a quick smile before he pecked me on the lips. I fastened my seatbelt and Andrew started toward his house.
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When we arrived at his house I suddenly got nervous. Here I was about to finally go all the way with Andrew. You would think I would be excited our happy, but I felt worried and scared. I had a feeling this wasn’t right, but I had already gotten in to deep.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car just as Andrew was walking around the car. He reached out his hand and I took it as he led me up his driveway. He unlocked his front door and let me in before shutting it behind us and locking it. He took my hand again and led me up the stairs.
I felt even more nervous than before. I had MAJOR butterflies in my stomach and I could feel my heart start to race. As we reached his room he stopped and turned around to kiss me. He cupped my cheek with his hand and kissed me passionately. It was a nice kiss. Not to forceful nor to rough. Just sweet.
He turned the door knob still kissing me and walked backwards into his room. He shut the door behind us and pressed me against the door. He slid his hands down my legs and lifted me up making me wrap my legs around his hips. I slung my arms around his shoulders and continued to kiss him.
He pulled away to breathe but then went on planting sloppy kisses on my neck. He pushed off the wall and walked over to his bed setting me down on the bed so I was now laying down. He hovered over me and leaned down kissing me once again. He pulled away and looked at me with a smirk on his face.
“You ready babe?” he asked still smirking. I took in a deep breathe and nodded.
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It was 10:30pm and I was laying down in Andrew’s bed with the sheets wrapped around me. I pulled them tighter to me as a tear fell from my eye. I felt Andrew’s arm wrap around my waist pulling me toward him. I felt disgusting. Dirty. I didn’t want him to touch me anymore. It didn’t feel right. The whole thing was horrible.
I continued to lay there silently as the music played in the background. I wanted to get out of here now, but Andrew wouldn’t let me. I felt the bed shift and Andrew throw the sheets off of him. I didn’t know what he was doing but I could tell he was pulling on his clothes.
“So, what? You want me to take you home or..” he said trailing off. I sat up still holding the sheets tightly around me.
“Yes.” I whispered scared my voice would crack.
“Alright, well get dressed.” he sighed pulling on his shirt.
More tears fell from my eyes at how careless he was being. You would think afterward he would at least be a bit caring or concerned as to why I was crying, but no. He just acted as if nothing was wrong. I gave him everything and he still treats me like crap. I can never catch a break.
I stood up and grabbed my underwear slipping those on as he got up and walked toward his door leaving me alone in the room. I pulled on my jeans and tank top quickly before slipping on my shoes and hoodie and grabbing my phone.
I walked down stairs and outside and noticed Andrew was already in his car waiting for me. I wiped away the tears, most likely smearing my make-up in the process but I didn’t care. I got in the car and Andrew took off toward my house.
The drive to my house was awkward and quiet. He didn’t say on word to me and I didn’t even try to make conversation. When he pulled up to my house I quickly got out without saying goodbye. I shut the door and next thing I knew he was already down the street.
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I finally lost all control and began to cry. Tears streamed down my face and I tried my hardest to calm myself, but it was no use. I was officially no good to him. He didn’t care about me at all did he? He just wanted to get in my pants and use me. That’s all he wanted. I started sobbing loudly as I tried to walk up the driveway with blurry eyes. I really don’t remember falling but next thing I knew I was on the floor sobbing my eyes out. I heard the front door open and a figure appear but I didn’t do anything. I continued to cry.
I looked up and saw what seemed to be Harry standing over me. He instantly kneeled down and pulled me into a hug. I didn’t know why he was being so nice. I most likely looked a mess and I was crying hysterically! Yet, he sat there holding my as I cried on his chest.
“Annabelle, it’s okay. What’s wrong? What happened?” Harry whispered rubbing my back soothingly.
I kept on sobbing not being able to answer him. This wasn’t like me, to just cry in front of someone, but for some reason… Harry felt safe. Like I could trust him. Next thing I knew he lifted me up and began walking back to the house. I leaned into his shirt and tried to muffle my sobs so they weren’t so loud.
“Annabelle, it will be okay. Don’t worry. Shhh, it’s okay.” he whispered walking up the stairs.
I gripped onto his shirt and started crying harder. It wasn’t going to be alright. It won’t ever be alright. I made the biggest mistake of my life tonight and it wasn’t even worth it! I regretted every minute of it. Tonight was a mistake. I should have never agreed to having sex with him. I knew I wasn’t ready yet I still went through with it. I should of stopped him, but I didn’t.
If the worst consequence was him hitting me, I would have rather taken that, then giving it up to him. Of all people! I should of waited. I always pictured my first time to be romantic and amazing. Not painful and unpleasant. It should have been with someone I loved unconditionally and they loved me back just the same! But instead, I settled for someone who hurts me physically and emotionally.
Harry opened my room door and walked in heading for my bed. He laid me down and helped take off my shoes as I still cried. He tucked me in quietly before stroking my head and walking out.
I was officially worthless. I was damaged goods that no one would EVER want. Not in a million years, would anyone ever want me. I was useless and good for nothing.
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Chapter 1: If you walk away, everyday it will rain…
[at the ~ play ‘It Will Rain by Bruno Mars (:]
I sat there, staring blankly out the window as rain poured outside. I watched as raindrops slid down the window, leaving a wet streak. Thunder crashed lightly, and lightning struck. I didn’t flinch, or even move. I stayed still as a tear escaped my eye. I pulled my knees up to my chest and leaned against the window, propping my elbow up. I watched from my window bench as cars passed, and their window wipers went back and forth washing away the rain.
Another tear escaped my eye and fell down my face slowly. I shut my eyes tightly as a sob escaped my lips. In my head the events from this past week played in my head. Over, and over again. That was all it took to send me over the edge. I began to cry harder, trying my best to hold back the loud sobs threatening to come out. The thunder roared and I let out a loud sob as I slowly rocked back and forth trying to wash away all the things going through my mind.
I began to take deep breaths. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. I tried counting to ten, but even that didn’t work. I kept crying. I barely made it to five before I burst into even more tears. I replayed his words again in my head.
‘I’ll never leave you. I love you.’
I’ll never leave you. I love you. Bullshit. Those words were a lie, and he knew it. Hell, even I knew it! But I was to strung out on love to even notice. I fell for him to fast, and he broke my heart. He shattered it into tiny pieces that could never be fixed. He knew what he was doing to me, and he knew I would be hurt.
‘I will never hurt you, I never ever want to see you cry.’
I let out a even louder sob as I remembered what happened between us. It replayed in my head. I felt as if I was reliving it.
*FLASHBACK*
Two days ago.
“I need to talk to you.” I looked up from my magazine and over to Harry. His green eyes looked pained, like he was torn between two things. I sat up straight and took my legs off of him.
“Harry, is something wrong?” I asked concerned, setting down my magazine. I scooted over on the little garden swing, getting closer to Harry.
“Jessica, I think it’s time I told you something.” He said nervously. He looked away from my gaze and down at his lap.
I swallowed nervously. “Harry, what is it?” I asked curiously. He didn’t answer. I became very nervous and scared. All of a sudden, I felt tears brim my eyes. “Harry, are you cheating on me?” I asked my voice shaking.
His head snapped up and his eyes looked watery. No, this can’t be true. Please, don’t let this be true. He still hadn’t answered.
“Oh god! I should of seen it coming. Who was it? Do I know her?” I asked frantically, trying to hold back tears. “Harry, how could you?” I whispered looking into his eyes.
“I’m really sorry Jessica. I really am! It was at a party, I was completely drunk! I had no idea what I was doing!” he said urgently.
“And that makes it all the better!? That you were drunk and you had no idea what you were doing?! No Harry! It doesn’t! You cheated on me! End of! Who was it? Hmm? Who was she?” I yelled tears threatening to pour out.
“It was Trisha.” he whispered looking away from me. My heart stopped.
“Trisha? As in your ex-girlfriend?” I asked scared for the answer. He nodded furrowing his eyebrows, still looking at the ground. “Oh god Harry! What did I do wrong? Am I not good enough for you? Is that? I wasn’t good enough? I’m sorry that I wasn’t as pretty as her, and I’m sorry I wasn’t as skinny as her. But Harry, I loved you! I tried my hardest to keep you happy, but I guess it wasn’t enough was it? I wasn’t enough huh?” I whispered, afraid my voice would go weak and I would break down.
“NO! Jessica, that is so not it! Jessica it was a mistake! I didn’t know! I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I did this to you. I’m so ashamed.” he said burying his face in his hands.
“Ashamed you did it? Or ashamed you got caught?’ I asked, anger boiling up inside me. He looked up at me shocked.
“Ashamed I did it! I never wanted to hurt you! I promise, it was a mistake! The worst mistake of my life! I regret every minute of it! I’m genuinely sorry Jessica. Please, forgive me? Please?” he begged , finally looking up at me. His green eyes filled with pain. He took my hands and I immediately pulled away.
I looked away from him and a stray tear escaped my eye. I wiped it away, as more came out. I began to sob, my whole body shaking. I felt him get closer to me. He put one arm around me and hugged me tightly. I could hear his breath in my ear and I lost all control. I cried harder, not knowing what to do. I couldn’t have him near me right now.
I pushed him away and wiped away my tears. I looked at his face, now twisted with emotion. His eyes were watery and I saw a tear fall from his face. I tried so hard not to give in and forgive him. I couldn’t. he hurt me, and he couldn’t be let down easily.
I stood up and fixed my skirt. He instantly stood up too taking my hand in his. I jerked away looking straight at his eyes.
“Harry, you said you’d never hurt me. Where did those words go? Down the drain along with your love for me?” I hiccupped trying to get my words out.
“Jessica, I love you! I’m sorry! Please, just please! Forgive me! You’re my everything, and I will never hurt you again. I promise! Just please…” he pleaded trailing off.
“I can’t Harry. I can’t believe a word you say anymore. I don’t know if you’re being sincere or you’re lying! I need to go. Goodbye Harry.” I whispered turning around and walking away.
I heard him call my name, asking me to come back, but I kept on walking toward the side gate. I opened the gate and continued walking away from his home. I heard the front door open, but I kept walking.
“Jessica! Jessica where are you going love?” I heard Harry’s mom call. I stopped and turned around briefly. Her smile dropped once she saw the tears in my eyes and how much of a mess I was. “Jessica?” she asked shocked.
“I’m sorry Anne.” I sobbed turning back around and running off down the block.
I needed to get away, and the further I got the more I cried. How could he do this to me? I thought he loved me? I guess, I guess it was all just a lie then.
*PRESENT*
I continued to sit there and sob quietly. I couldn’t move. I’ve been like this for the past two days. Just sitting and watching the rain storm. The only time I get up is to use the bathroom or eat. Even then I’m quiet. My parents already know what happened, and thankfully, they leave me alone and let me be. I heard a knock on my door and still didn’t move. They knocked again and I let out a shaky breath.
“Come in.” I said my voice cracking from all the crying. The door opened and I heard footsteps come toward me.
“Sweetie, don’t you think it’s time you leave your room? How bout you call Jasmine? She’ll be happy to see you again. You haven’t seen her in ages! After all she is your cousin.” my mom said sweetly as she reached out a hand to brush away a tear.
I really didn’t want to leave my room. I didn’t want to go anywhere! But, going to Jasmine’s would be a good idea. I could leave this place for a bit, maybe get my mind off things, then come back and have a clear head. If anybody could help get my mind off things it would be Jasmine. I looked over at my mom and smiled a small smile.
“Yeah, I’d love to go to Jasmine’s.” I said wiping away my tears and sniffling.
“Alright, I’ll go call her mom and tell her you’re coming over.” she smiled standing up and kissing me on the forehead. “Start packing some clothes.” She said before walking out.
I stood up and walked over to my walk in closet. I grabbed my small suitcase and walked back out toward my bed. I laid it on the bed and unzipped it. I began to go through my clothes and find which ones I would take. I was planning on staying for a week since we did have two weeks off of school.
I gathered up all my stuff I was taking and began to pack everything into my suitcase. Once I was done I slipped on a pair of running shoes and grabbed my suitcase heading down stairs. As I was walking down the stairs I heard my mom still talking on the phone. I stopped and stood there quietly listening in.
“Yeah, I know… Well you know how break ups are… Mmmhmm… She just needs time that’s all… Yes I know! I thought Harry was the one too! They were just so perfect for each other… I still can’t believe he did that to her… I know… That’s what I said… I thought they were going to get married some day! They were so happy!… What a shame… Well, we’ll be there in a bit. Bye Karen.”
I tried my hardest to hold back the tears. Even my family thought me and Harry were going to last forever. I took in a deep breath and tried to calm myself down so I wouldn’t cry again. I needed to stop crying! I bet Harry wasn’t one bit affected by this, so why should I be crying?
Harry’s POV-
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“Harry! Harry are you in their?” I groaned and turned over in my bed as the knocking continued.
“Yes mom! What is it?” I asked irritated.
“Can I come in?” she asked behind the door.
“Yeah.” I grunted closing my eyes again.
“Harry, what’s the matter with you? You haven’t left the house in days! You also haven’t talked to anyone! You know your friends have been calling the house like crazy asking if you’re still alive.” my mom said sitting down next to me on the bed.
“I’ve noticed.” I mumbled, still not turning around.
“Harry, I’m worried about you. You’ve been a complete mess since your break up. It’s not healthy to just mope around all day.” my mom said worriedly.
“I have nothing better to do.” I replied emotionless.
“Can you at least act like you have an interest in what I’m saying!? Sit up, come on!” She said hitting my arm slightly. I groaned and sat up leaning against the headboard of my bed.
“This better?” I asked sarcastically.
“Now Harry, don’t go taking out your problems on me! All I want is to help you become happy again. I don’t like seeing you like this.” she said concerned.
“Mom, there is no way I can ever be happy again. I screwed everything up. I ruined my relationship with Jessica and even worse our friendship. She’s gone and wants nothing to do with me. I hurt her, I hurt her so bad. If you would have seen her face, she was so disappointed and hurt. I-I never meant to hurt her mom, and now, and now she hates me.” I whispered my eyes beginning to water.
“Oh honey!” she said wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into a hug. “It will be alright. You just need to give her some time okay? She’ll come around, don’t worry.” she said reassuringly as she stroked my hair. I nodded and pulled away. “Well, dinner is almost ready, so you might want to come down.”
With that she got up and smiled walking toward the door, closing it behind her. I sighed and laid back down in bed. I made the biggest mistake of my life. I lost her. She was everything to me and I lost her, over something stupid! She didn’t deserve that. The disappointment in her face when I told her, it hurt me. The image of her with tears streaming down her heartbroken face, kept replaying in my head. I couldn’t shake it away no matter how hard I tried.
I rubbed my face and sat up throwing the cover off of me. I stood up and walked toward my closet taking out a Jack Wills hoodie and throwing it over my head. I opened up my door and walked down the stairs, shaking my curls and pushing them away from my face. I could hear talking coming from the kitchen.
I approached the kitchen slowly peering In to see who my mom was talking to. My sister was sat at the kitchen island nodding her head every so often with whatever my mom was babbling on about. I stood behind the wall trying to listen on to their conversation.
“I just hate to see him so torn up about this!” My mom sighed.
“I know. I have never seen him so hurt before!” Gemma agreed.
“I mean, do you even know why they broke up?” My mom asked curiously.
“No idea. I tried asking Louis, but he didn’t know either. I mean of all people you would think he would have told Louis! Or at least one of the other boys.” Gemma said sighing.
“He won’t even answer their calls or get out of bed. I doubt he had any time to call one of them to talk.” my mom said obviously.
“Well, I don’t know what to do. I tried talking to Jessica, but her phone is off or something.” Gemma added sounding a bit concerned.
“I bet she’s taking it hard as well. I talked to her mom briefly the other day about the neighborhood block party, but I didn’t bring it up.” my mom sighed. I could hear plates clinking in the kitchen.
“Oh I forgot about the block party! Do you think maybe that will lift Harrys’ spirit up? Music, friends, food, and games. That has to make him at least a bit happy right?” Gemma asked. I couldn’t take this anymore. I couldn’t just stand here and hear them go on about my life.
I turned the corner and entered the kitchen. Their heads snapped toward me and they both gave me a small smile. I returned the smile and sat down next to Gemma. I tried avoiding eye contact with them, knowing they were staring at me.
“Um, Harry?” I looked up and saw Gemma looking at me.
“Yes?” I asked lifting my head a bit.
“Are you going to the neighborhood block party tonight?” she asked curiously. I sighed and shrugged.
I honestly didn’t know. That block party was the LEAST of my concerns right now. All I cared about was Jessica and that look on her face. God I am so stupid. I shut my eyes tight and rubbed my eyes aggressively trying to get the image away. I hated that look on her face, I never wanted to see it again, and yet it wouldn’t go away. No matter how hard I tried.
Jessica’s POV-
The car pulled up in front of my Aunt’s house. The green grass cut perfectly, the driveway curving neatly up to the front door, the bushes outside trimmed nicely, the house in general looking flawless. My mom turned off the car and I unbuckled my seatbelt and put my hood to my sweater up. It was still raining like crazy and I really didn’t feel like getting wet. I opened up the door and stepped out quickly headed for the trunk. My mom opened the truck door and I quickly grabbed my suitcase.
My mom shut the trunk door and opened up her umbrella holding it over us. She turned around and pressed a button on her keys locking the door. We hurriedly ran up the drive way making it to the front door just in time before it started to rain even harder. My mom closed her umbrella shaking it and wrapping it up putting it under her arm. I put down my hood and rang the doorbell. Not too long after the door opened revealing my Aunt Karen. She face lit up and she stepped aside letting us in.
“Jessica! Honey, it’s so nice to see you! Jasmine is upstairs, you can go on up to her room if you want.” she said smiling. I smiled back and nodded.
I lugged my suitcase up the stairs and to Jasmine’s room. I reached her door and knocked gently.
“Come in!” I heard her voice yell from the other side. I turned the door knob and walked in.
Her room was amazing! I always envied her room. It was so girly, and elegant. Just like Jasmine. It was a really big room, painted white with lavender trim, nice white carpets, not a SINGLE stain! Her desk was like mine and curved along the corner of a wall. It had her laptop and school stuff on it with a cup of coffee on it. She had a couple bookshelves and a nice flat screen TV along one side of her wall. Her walls were decked out in photos of her and her friends. Even some paintings she drew or she bought. She had a certain section where it consisted of ONLY her photography and artwork, which I admired so much.
The best part about her room was her bed and her view. Her bed was basically like a little window bench. She had a window that opened outwards, so she could easily sneak out, she has three shelves on one side and three shelves on the other side. The shelves basically held her most favorite pictures and or paintings. Along with her all time favorite books. Her bed had a beautiful bedding and a amazing border. The border was white with pretty designs and her bed was So comfy! Her sheets were a cream Egyptian cotton and a matching comforter. It had lavender flowers and two matching pillows to go with it.
She even had a comfy cream white chair and matching footrest in front of her bed for guests or for herself to lounge on. Her room was legendary, but what made it even better was the French glass doors that led to a little room. Inside the room was a cozy little lavender couch with a white knitted throw and a couple white pillows on it. Two HUGE windows covered the side walls. Cream curtains hung perfectly over the windows, giving the room a classy look. Straight ahead was a glass door that led out to a balcony that had the best view ever! It looked out onto a gorgeous scenery that had you captivated for hours. I loved just sitting in that room sometimes just looking out at the mountains and what not. So peaceful.
“You can put your stuff right there.” Jasmine’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I nodded and set my suitcase next to has desk. “So, how are you? How are you taking it?” she asked caringly. She reached for a remote on her bed and turned down the music she was playing. “Come here. Sit down.” she said patting a spot next to her on her bed.
I walked over to her bed and sat down kicking off my shoes. And pulling off my sweatshirt so I was just in a tank top. I threw the sweater on the chair in front of me and got comfy on her bed. I knew this conversation was going to take hours.
“So… spill. Start from the beginning. My mom sort of gave me a summary of what happened, but I want to know the full story.” Jasmine said fixing her pillows and leaning back.
I sighed and began to tell it… from the beginning.
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New Fanfic (:
I got the idea for this while listening to Bruno Mars’s ‘It will rain’ i don’t know why but it really interested me and i thought the lyrics were really deep and it could interpret a story, mostly a break up. To me this was easy to right and it just flowed out as i typed. i really do hope you liked it and hope you understand what i was doing when i was typing this. (: <3
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Chapter 2 (Part one): I need a hero…
Annabelle’s POV-
I woke up to knocking on my door. I guess I had fallen asleep after crying for hours. I rubbed my eyes and got off my bed and opened the door. It was Jason. I looked at him confused. What was he doing knocking on my door?
“Hi, sorry to wake you but I thought you would like some dinner. I guess you were sleeping and missed my mom calling you for dinner.” he said smiling slightly.
“Oh, yeah. I guess I did.” I said I knew I didn’t ‘miss’ anything. Becky, my step-mom, never calls me for dinner. She doesn’t care if I eat or not. I either find out myself, or Jason comes to get me.
“Yeah, well do you want some?” he asked gesturing toward downstairs.
“No thank you. I’m not really hungry.” I lied. I was starving, but I couldn’t eat. I SHOULDN’T eat. After all Andrew did say I was getting fat last night.
“Are you sure? You have to be hungry! You didn’t eat breakfast OR lunch.” Jason said looking at me like I was crazy.
“I’m just not hungry, but thanks for the offer.” I smiled trying to seem convincing.
“Alright, if you say so.” he shrugged walking away. I sighed and shut the door.
I walked over to my bed and laid back down. I couldn’t stop thinking about how Harry stood up for me at lunch. Why did he do it? He didn’t have to, yet he did. The things he said kept running through my mind. The fact that he told ME straight to MY face, “This guy is treating you like crap and you’re just taking it, as if it’s nothing.”
It’s like he knew. He knew what Andrew was doing to me. How horrible he treats me. How he abuses me, like he knew how horrible my life is. Yet, at the same time he doesn’t. He just said it because of one thing Andrew did to me, not because he knew. I don’t know, maybe I’m looking to much into it? Harry can’t possibly know about my life. He just knows the basics, what Jason told him. He doesn’t know details. I HOPE he doesn’t know details.
Just then my stomach growled making me snap out of my thoughts. Ugh, I really should have eaten when Jason asked me. I sat up and looked at the time. It was almost 7:00 pm. I sighed and shook off all thoughts of food. I can’t eat, it’s too late. I’ll just… go on the computer.
I stood up and headed to my desk opening my laptop. I decided that if I needed to get my mind off things, I might as well just surf the internet. I logged on to my Facebook and checked it. I had a message from my best friend in the whole world, Courtney.
We met in second grade and stayed close since then. Even after I moved schools when I was 13. Courtney knew about everything, except Andrew. I was planning on telling her soon, but in person. Over the internet wasn’t the best idea. So I would have to just wait until I saw her again.
I opened up her message and read it. It basically said that she missed me and wanted to come visit me soon. She gave me a update on everything, like what’s going on at school and what’s up with my other friends. She also told me that her mom and dad are finally working things out. They had been going through a rough time, but I guess everything is fine now. Then she asked me how I was doing and I got stuck.
What do I tell her? I’m not doing as good as she is and I don’t want to ruin her day with my depressing sob story. I know she’s my best friends and I can tell her everything and anything, but I feel like this kind of stuff should be said in person. Especially if I was finally going to tell her about Andrew and how he treats me. It’s going to be a tough discussion, but I think she can handle it.
I just decided to tell her I missed her too and what not. I told her that she could come visit for winter break since we both have the same weeks off. I told her there was something I needed to tell her that was really important. Hopefully she could convince her parents to drive her over here since it’s so far away. I finished up the message and sent it.
I was about to log off when I got an IM, it was from Andrew. My heart started to race. What did he want? What could he possibly say to me after what he did? I slowly opened up the IM and read it.
‘I’m sorry for what happened today. Please forgive me? I can make it up to you. (; What are you doing tonight?’
I sighed, typical. He always did this. He says he’s sorry, says he can make it up to me, but what happens? All he does is come over, fulfill HIS needs, then leaves. Oh but wait, the whole ‘sorry’ part goes straight out the window the next morning, but I’ll just forgive him… like always.
‘It’s okay. I understand, you were mad. I forgive you.’ I typed back. It was always my answer.
‘Thanks babe. (: So, what are you doing later tonight? Can I come over? (;’
Great, here it comes. He’s going to want to come over, have a make out session then want to go further, but that NEVER happens so he gets pissed off and ends up leaving. Making me feel like crap, but of course I keep letting this happen. Too afraid to tell him something. The bravest I get is to tell him no to sex, and trust me that’s pretty risky. Especially with his temper.
‘You know what babe, I’m really tired tonight. How about some other time, yeah?’ I typed back trying to convince him not to come over.
‘Fine. Tomorrow night. (: Good night. Love you.’
I sighed relived. He didn’t get mad. I typed back quickly and logged off before he could change his mind and demand to come over. I shut my laptop and sat there in silence.
I didn’t know what to do. My stomach was growling uncontrollably and I was getting light headed. I looked at the time and saw it was 8 pm. Dang, where has the time gone? I decided to just give in. I can’t take this anymore. I haven’t eaten properly in three days, what’s so bad about this ONE time?
I walked out of my room and quietly downstairs. I reached the kitchen and saw no one was in it. I tip toed to the refrigerator and opened it as quietly as I could. I began to look for any kind of leftovers from diner but couldn’t find any. I gave up trying to find some so I just took a water bottle. I shut the refrigerator door and turned to walk out when I saw Jason walking in. I jumped a bit startled and he just laughed.
“So I see you finally got hungry huh?” he asked smirking. I nodded sheepishly and he chuckled. He walked toward the microwave and opened it up taking out a plate. “I put some away for you. I knew you were going to be hungry later, I know I would if I didn’t eat all day.” he said laughing and setting the plate down on the small island.
I smiled gratefully at him and walked toward the silverware drawer taking out a fork. I began to eat my food at the island savoring every bite. Jason was too nice! He saved me a plate knowing I would get hungry. If it wasn’t for him I would probably never eat. Becky never tells me when she’s cooking and Lacey doesn’t give a rat’s ass about me. As for my dad he could care less what I do with my life.
I looked up and saw Jason still there. “Thank you Jason. You know for everything.” I said honestly.
“No problem, but it’s just food you know.” he said laughing which made me laugh a bit.
“No, not just for the food… for everything. Ever since I came here to live with you guys you’ve been so nice to me, unlike everyone else. You treated me nicely. So I thank you for that. Not a lot of people care about me anymore.” I said looking down at my food.
“Hey, it’s no problem. Don’t talk like that though, people care about you Annabelle not just me. I bet your dad cares, I care, other people care too.” he said smiling slightly.
“Mm, but that’s where you’re wrong.” I said swallowing my food. “My dad doesn’t care. Your mom obviously doesn’t care, and neither does Lacey.”
“Oh who gives a fuck about Lacey?” he said rolling his eyes. I stared up at him in shock. “I mean yeah she’s my sister and all but she’s a bitch man, I’m starting to think something wrong happened there.” he said laughing. I burst out laughing, a real laugh not a fake one like usual.
“This is the first time, in a long time, that I’ve actually laughed.” I said smiling at him.
“Well you should do it more often. It’s good for you.” he said smiling. “You know Annabelle, even though your dad seems like he doesn’t want you here, or like he doesn’t care… I bet you anything deep down inside, he cares.” he said smiling a reassuring smile. For some reason I sort of believed him.
I looked down and continued to eat my food. It was quiet for a bit, until Jason spoke the words I was fearing.
“Annabelle, about what happened at lunch… are you okay?” he asked sounding concerned.
I stopped eating and set my fork down. I looked up at him and saw he really did look concerned. I slowly smiled my best fake smile and nodded my head trying to hold back tears. I hated lying to Jason, he was too nice and caring to be lied to… but I couldn’t tell him.
“Are you sure? You know the way Andrew treated you was just downright mean! I thought he was going to keep going on but then Harry stepped in. Man that was crazy!” he said sounding amused.
“Yeah… but why did Harry step in? He didn’t have to. I bet Andrew is going to have something planned for him now.” I said kind of worried.
“I really don’t know. The boys and I tried getting it out of him but he just said it wasn’t right what he was saying and basically just what he said, no guy should talk to a girl that way. Which is true, Andrew shouldn’t be talking to you or any other girl like that.” he said looking at me seriously.
I stayed quiet not knowing what to say. I picked up my fork and finished up my food.
“Look, Annabelle. I know you don’t like opening up to people or talking to people about how you feel, but if you need to talk to someone… about anything! I’m here okay?” he said honestly. I smiled and nodded getting up and putting my plate in the sink.
“Thanks again Jason.” I said smiling. He nodded and walked out of the kitchen.
I sighed and opened up my water bottle taking a big gulp of water. I walked back to my room but stopped at the bathroom first. I quietly shut the door behind me and locked the door. I began to wash my face off with face wash getting everything off. Once I was done I patted my face dry and looked into the mirror.
My bruises were showing completely. I rolled up my sleeves and looked down at my wrists. I slowly took off the band-aids and looked at all my cuts. The new ones were still tender and red, but my other ones, my other ones were just scars and scabs going in every direction.
I tore my eyes away from my wrists and looked up at the mirror. I examined myself in the mirror. My right eye had a dark bruise under it. My cheek was still a hint of red from today, and some more bruises on my other cheek. I lifted up my shirt and looked at my other bruises. I had a big one on my ribs and a couple on my hips.
I heard a knock on the bathroom door which made me jump and pull my shirt back down. The door knob started to jiggle uncontrollably. I unlocked the door and it came flying open. I jumped back and saw Lacey staring at me.
“What are you doing?” I asked as she pushed past me.
“My bathroom light burnt out and I need another one.” she said as if it was nothing. She jumped up on the sink and started to twist out a light bulb. Once she was done she hopped down and glared at me. I moved out of her way immediately and she walked past me.
I was about to shut the door when she stopped and turned around.
“What?” I asked annoyed.
“I might as well give you a heads up. Annabelle, stay the FUCK away from Harry alright? Because if I catch you talking to him again, we will have problems. Kay?” she said smiling evilly. I nodded confused. She turned around and walked back to her room.
I let out a sigh and turned around. I faced the mirror and quickly grabbed my toothbrush before I decided to do something stupid. Once I was done brushing my teeth, I turned off the light and headed toward my bedroom. Right before I reached my bedroom door, Jason’s door opened up and a burst of laughter and talking filled the hallway.
I turned and saw Jason, Zayn, Louis, Liam, Niall, and Harry walk out of the room. The boys said a quick ‘bye’ to me and left down the stairs, all but Harry. He lingered there just a little longer. I quickly looked away from his powerful gaze and said goodnight to Jason. I opened my door quickly and entered my room.
I shut the door with my back and stood there with my eyes closed. What was I going to do? Harry is acting weird, and I have no idea why! Well, that’s sort of a lie. I know somewhat why. He’s seen things, he’s seen my deepest secret. He’s seen my bruise, and.. And my cuts.
I sighed and opened my eyes. I needed to get my mind off of this, NOW! I walked toward my bed and laid down. I turned my head slightly and glanced at the clock. It was 9:30pm. I might as well just go to sleep now. I propped myself on my elbows and plugged my phone into it’s charger, then I reached over to my lamp and turned it off.
I slipped under the covers, too lazy to change into my pajamas. I settled into my bed and slowly started drifting off to sleep.
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‘It’s the feeling I just can’t deny, but I’ve gotta let it go. We’ve found a love in a hopeless place.’
I slowly opened my eyes looking around as the bright sunlight stung my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and reached for my phone. I squinted trying to look at the caller ID. I finally just gave up and answered it.
“Hello?” I yawned rubbing my eyes again.
“Annabelle, I’m picking you up this morning so be ready.” Andrew said.
“Um, okay?” I responded before he hung up. I set my phone down and laid there for a couple of minutes confused.
I gathered up all the strength I had in me and resisted the urge to not turn over and go back to sleep. I threw the covers off of me and sat up dangling my feet off the bed. I stood up and stretched wincing slightly at the pain in my ribs. I lifted my shirt and remembered the bruises. I sighed and walked toward my vanity turning on my curling iron.
I dragged my feet toward my closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a white tank top. I slipped into my jeans and pulled my tank top over my head. I reached back into closet for a red, navy blue, and white stripped sweater. I buttoned it up all the way and pulled the sleeves down just a bit.
I adjusted my bracelets on my arm. My ‘Stay Classy’ rubber bracelet and my friendship bracelets, which I had made one night with Courtney, covered my right arm. On my left was my beaded bracelet my mother gave me before she died, along with a going away present Courtney had given me. It was a charm bracelet with a little pink bow dangling off a silver chain. I had a few yarn type bracelets that I had made for fun on my left arm as well.
I bent down and picked up my black Uggs. I pulled those on and walked toward my vanity sitting down on the chair. I began to curl my long brown hair. When I was fully done I ran my fingers through it gently giving it a slight wavy look.
I stood up and sprayed it with hairspray before placing a white knitted hat on my head. It had a fluffy poof on top that hung low. I looked in the mirror and smiled a bit satisfied with how I looked. I looked sort of… nice today? I mean I wasn’t beautiful, but I did feel quite pretty. Minus the whole bruises and cuts. Speaking of which, I turned toward the door and walked out heading toward my bathroom.
I walked in and grabbed my make-up bag closing the door. First I washed my face and began to do my usual make-up routine, hiding bruises and covering up cuts. When I was all done I grabbed my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth. Once I was done in the bathroom, I headed back toward my room.
By then I could already hear Jason and Lacey up and getting ready, and my dad and step-mom up downstairs talking. I shut my door and walked toward my nightstand unplugging my phone from the charger. Next I walked over to where my backpack had been laying and slung that over my shoulder.
Right when I was about to leave I decided it was probably a good idea to bring a extra jacket incase it gets cold. I reached into my closet and pulled out a black blazer. I folded that over my left arm and slipped my phone in my back pocket heading down stairs.
My stomach grumbled and I couldn’t resist the urge to eat something, so I gave in and went into the kitchen. My step mom was making breakfast for Lacey and Jason as my dad sat at the island, eating his breakfast and reading the newspaper. They didn’t once glance up to say ‘Good Morning!’ or ‘How did you sleep?’. No, they kept on doing what they were doing. I walked over to the dinning table and set my bag and blazer down on a chair.
I sighed quietly and walked over to the pantry taking out a box of Pop-tarts. I took out a package and put the box back. I moved toward the refrigerator and opened it up taking out a small bottle of apple juice. Once I had everything I went back to the table and sat down opening up the Pop-Tart wrapper.
I pulled out the delicious breakfast treat and took a big bite, enjoying every little chew. I heard heels start clicking toward the kitchen and I looked up just as Lacey walked in. She was wearing a black skirt that hugged on to her tiny waist perfectly and flowed out down to just above her mid thigh. She had a white long sleeve shirt with black polka dots on it tucked into her skirt. A nice thin Chanel belt was lying right in the middle of her waist.
Her long fair legs looked even longer in her black velvet Chanel shoes with the medium sized pearl flower at the top. She had on a couple Chanel bracelets and matching Chanel earrings and a necklace. I rolled my eyes as she passed by me kissing my father on the cheek giving me a mischievous smirk. She then sashayed toward her mom and pecked her on the cheek.
She looked so unrealistic as she sat prettily at the island next to my father. She was so perfect, and girly. The only thing wrong with her was her personality. She began talking to my dad and starting conversation with him as I just sat there eating my Pop-Tart in the corner of the room. I watched as she had a long conversation with my dad. One that I could never have with him.
As she flipped her long curly blonde hair I began to feel jealous. Someone like her could have a simple conversation with my dad, and I couldn’t even get him to lift his eyes from the newspaper. I took a sip of my apple juice and that’s when I heard a honk outside. I looked out the window and saw Andrew’s car in front of the house.
I jumped up and picked up my bag slinging it over my shoulder. I shoved the rest of my Pop-Tart in my mouth crumbling up the trash. I chewed fast and swallowed it down, drinking the rest of my apple juice. I grabbed my blazer and threw away my trash avoiding the stares I was getting from everyone in the kitchen.
I couldn’t keep Andrew waiting, he would get impatient and mad. I heard a honk and I scrambled out of the kitchen and toward the front door. Right when I was about to walk out I was stopped.
“Hey, what’s the rush?” I turned around only to see Jason looking at me confused as he walked down the stairs.
“Um, nothing I just don’t want to be late.” I fake smiled and turned back around opening the door and quickly walking out before Jason could stop me again.
I walked as fast as I could down the driveway, the cold air hitting my face. I shivered and began to struggle with my blazer. I clumsily tried to pull on my blazer as I walked toward Andrew’s car. I finally got it on and adjusted myself as I opened the car door.
Andrew smiled a tight smile and began to turn on the engine. I shut the door and placed my backpack on my lap. I looked up at Andrew and he was staring at me. I started to shift uncomfortably in my seat, when he leaned forward and gently lifted my chin so he could kiss me.
I closed my eyes and kissed him back. It wasn’t everyday that he was in a good mood, and today I had to embrace it. He pulled away and brushed a stray hair away from my face. He smiled at me and gave me a quick peck before driving off.
We sat there in silence until he reached over and took my left hand in his. He intertwined our fingers and half smiled at me. I smiled back and looked out the window. Why was he acting strange? He hardly ever acts like this. Is something wrong? Something has to be wrong. Or maybe today will just be a good day? Oh who am I kidding, I will never have a good day.
“You look nice today babe.” Andrew said making me turn toward him in shock. He hardly ever complimented me, ever.
“Wow, really?” I asked still surprised.
“Yeah, you do.” he smiled quickly turning toward me. I blushed and turned away. It wasn’t natural for him to say this kind of stuff. “So, I’m sorry about you know… last night.” he admitted.
“It’s okay, I forgive you. Just forget about it okay?” I said smiling slightly. He nodded and gave me a big smile.
We arrived at school and he easily found a parking space. He turned off the engine and faced me. He let go of my hand and stroked my face smiling.
“So, Annabelle, I was thinking maybe we could finally you know…” he smirked still looking at me. So that’s why he was being nice, he wanted something. I should have know.
“Andrew, I love you… but I don’t think-”
“Aw come on babe! I’ve waited long enough, don’t you think maybe I deserve something? Please? Come on, you know I love you. We’ve been together for a long time now. It will be romantic. Please?” he begged grabbing my hands.
I sighed and looked into his eyes. I suppose it has been a long time. Maybe I am ready? I don’t know, this is so sudden! I have been with him for quite awhile now. Maybe I should just get it over with.
“I’ll think about it. Now, if you don’t mind I got to get to class. Love you.” I said pecking his lips before getting out of the car. Before I shut the door he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Hey! What the-”
I was interrupted by his lips crashing to mine. He kissed me with so much force it was sort of uncomfortable. He held his hand against my neck pressing me closer to him until I finally gave in and responded. After a couple of seconds he finally let go and smiled, rubbing my cheek with his thumb.
“Don’t keep me waiting forever.” He smirked leaning away and getting out of the car. I rolled my eyes and sighed stepping away from the car and shutting the door.
I turned around and started heading toward the front of the school when I noticed Jason’s car park. The doors opened and Harry stepped out. My heart nearly stopped! He looked amazing! Was he even real? How could someone be that hot and be and ordinary person? It just didn’t make sense!
As I got closer and closer to Jason’s car my heart began to quicken. All these thoughts started going through my head. What was Harry going to do or say to me? Was he going to try and talk to me again about what happened yesterday? Or was he going to pull another stunt in lunch again? Crap, lunch! That reminds me, I need to tell Harry not to do anything stupid. I can’t have Andrew get mad at me again. This morning was actually going good.
I made a quick turn toward the car and slowly walked up to Harry as he shut the door and fixed his backpack. Once he saw me walking toward him he stopped talking to Jason and immediately became serious. I took in a deep breath and took one last step toward him.
“Harry, I need to speak to you.” I managed to say without my voice breaking.
“Uh, okay. What do you need to talk to me about?” he asked curiously.
“Well, I just want to ask you if… you could not make another scene like yesterday? It was really embarrassing and I really don’t need that kind of attention on me and-”
“But what he was saying was wrong and disrespectful. He shouldn’t have said that to you. Like I said you’re his girlfriend and you shouldn’t have to be put down like that. It amazes me that you’re still with him after yesterday. He’s a asshole and you shouldn’t have to put up with that.” Harry said seriously looking deep into my eyes making me shift uncomfortably.
“Look Harry, he apologized and I accepted it. All is fine, but if you could just keep to yourself next time-”
“No.” he blurted out cutting me off.
“Excuse me?” I asked surprised.
“You heard me. I said no.”
“No? What do you mean no?” I asked getting irritated.
“I’m not going to just sit there while he calls you names and makes you feel horrible. That’s just stupid and I’m not going to sit there and say nothing!” he argued.
“Look, could you just get the hell out of mine and Andrew’s relationship? You have no right to be like this towards him-”
“Actually I do have the right to be like this towards him if he’s going to be such a ass. You’re so naïve. You act like everything is fine when it’s not, you’re not. I can tell how bad he hurts you and you don’t say anything-”
“He doesn’t hurt me.” I lied trying to sound convincing.
“Bullshit!” he yelled making a few heads turn toward us, including Lacey. I cringed and turned back toward him.
“Harry just please, stay out of it.” I begged looking him in the eyes. He took in a deep breath and nodded reluctantly.
“But I can’t assure you anything.” he said seriously before walking past me to catch up with Jason and his friends.
I let out a breath and started walking toward my locker. I tried avoiding eye contact with Lacey, who I knew was glaring at me. I didn’t have time for her crap, not right now anyway. I needed to get through the day with at least a little bit of happiness in me.
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