Runaway Annabelle {Harry Styles}

Chapter 6- A Surprise Visit

Hello! Sorry I haven't uploaded in forever, I meant to upload this on Christmas but I got a little carried away with all my gifts. 

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CONTEST: Come up with a 'ship' name for Harry and Annabelle. The two names I like the best will be shouted out in the next chapter, and we will have a little voting for which name will become their 'official' ship name. The name with the most comments will win, and the person that came up with the name will get a dedication! 

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Chapter 6- A Surprise Visit

Four days has passed since I was planning to leave. Nothing had really happened in those four days, just Harry and I lounging around the bungalow doing absolutely nothing. After coming out of the shower, I find Harry sitting in front of the newly made fire, staring at it intensely. He was wearing some sweatpants and an old, faded sweatshirt that said ‘White Eskimo’ on the front.

“Hey” I greet Harry ask I take a seat next to him.

“Ello” he responds.

I sit to the right of Harry as he puts his arm around me. Immediately, I felt a shiver run through me because of the sudden contact with Harry. I was still confused with Harry, some times we would be all couply with each other, other times we would act like we were best friends or something like that. I just wanted to know answers.

“Hey, Harry?” I ask him. Harry breaks his intense stare at the fire and looks at me.

“Ya?” he answers.

I can not ask him the question that I want to so I ask him,” What are you thinking about?”  

“Us”

The answer takes me off guard so I respond,” What about us?”

Harry smiles, takes my right hand, and entwine our fingers together. He smiles, liking that his large hands fitted very easily over my small ones. 

“Just how I couldn’t bear to see you leave after everything that’s happened to us,” Harry finally tells me. I felt a blush creeping up on my cheeks. “You look cute when you blush” he teases me, pinching my nose. I swat his hand away from any further embarrassment.

Harry and I continued to snuggle in front of the fire, steeling some kisses here and there. I loved it when Harry and I would talk, and then all of the sudden his lips would be on mine. It was very pleasant, but it just came out of nowhere. Every time I would ask Harry why he would kiss me all of the sudden, his reply was always,’ You look cute when you’re caught off guard’ and that was that.

Long after the fire was out, Harry went to grab some groceries for the bungalow. I was in the kitchen doing some dishes from breakfast, and when Harry came back. We unloaded the groceries and put them away. Harry later on went to take a nap, saying he was exhausted from grocery shopping. Craving some tea, I when back into the kitchen to make some.

I had just retrieved a glass from the cupboard when I heard some laughter coming from the front door. Still as a statue, the voices came louder. What if William and Harry, my own brothers, actually found me? I thought to myself.

“Hey, lads, I’m going into the kitchen to grab something to eat” one of the voices announced. It then occurred to me that there was more then one person in the house. The voice also had an Irish accent, and I did not know anyone who was Irish.

“Don’t eat all of ‘Arry’s food if it’s not spoiled!” another voice shouted at the Irish person. This person’s accent was British; it kind of sounded like he was from Northern England.

And then, my worst nightmare came real.

Someone found me.

And it wasn’t one of my brothers.

As the person came into the kitchen, it was a lad, looked about nineteen with blonde hair. The lad looked at me strangely, raising one of his eyebrows, as if he remembered me. Realization finally took over him, as he knew that I was the Princess that had run away.

So, being the girl with no other defense, I screamed, dropping the glass cup that was in my hand, making it shatter to pieces all over the floor. The lad seemed really shocked, and the other voices responded to me screaming.

“Aw, come on, Niall it can’t be that bad!” one voice shouted, coming into the kitchen with the lad with the blonde hair.

“Don’t scream just because Harry doesn’t have any food! We can go shopping, get you more foo- oh no.”

In the kitchen stood all four members of One Direction. I recognized them immediately, from all the pictures Harry had around the house. To say that I was shocked is an understatement. I was gobsmacked.

It was like a staring contest between the members of One Direction and me. I couldn’t take it any longer so I called in backup: Harry.

“HARRY!”

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