Runaway Annabelle {Harry Styles}

Chapter 7- Meeting One Direction

Hello! This is the first update of 2013! Here are the ship names I liked the best for Harry and Annabelle: 

@Stephall- Harrabelle 

@thenameis_saurh- Hannabelle

I know they're kind of the same but I like them. 

Remeber to comment the name you like the best and the winner will be deacted in the next chapter! 

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Chapter 7- Metting One Direction 

Annabelle's POV 

“What!” Harry called back.

“Could you please come in here? We have a little incident.” I told him.

The four lads in the kitchen were staring at me and at some times they were whispering to each other. I caught some of their whispers. 

“Isn’t she the princess that ran away?” The brunette with the shorter hair asked the lad to his left with the black hair.

“Worth. Money.” is what I caught from the other brunette’s mouth, whispering to the lad that had found me in the kitchen.

“What’s so important that involves you screaming and- what are you lads doing here?” Harry asked coming from his room. His curls were disheveled, and he was staring at his band mates, clearly confused to why they were here.

“Well, the lads and I wanted to meet up again so we decided to come here, because the paparazzi wouldn’t be able to find us.” the brunette with the shorter hair told Harry. “So, I called you to see if you wanted to come with us, because it’s your family’s bungalow. But when I called your mum picked up, and she told us that you were on vacation with some friends, and that you wouldn’t be returning for a few weeks.”

“But then Niall remembered that you gave Louis the key.” the lad with the black hair stated.

 “So, then we decided that since you couldn’t come that we would still come because Louis had the key.” the blonde one informed Harry.

“But, you aren’t on vacation now are you? You’ve kidnapped the princess and lied to your own mum about it!” the other brunette told Harry.

“Woah, woah, woah.” I stated, finally speaking up. “Harry did not kidnap me.”

“Then why are you here and how do you know Harry?” the brunette with the shorter hair asked me. I looked over at Harry for some help.

“Listen, Annabelle is a family friend and I am just helping her out by keeping her here.” Harry told the lads. 

The brunette with the shorter hair snorted. “Yeah right. Like she’s a family friend. Just like the President of the United States is my family friend.”

I stared at the lad that had just insulted my family and I.

“You have no right to dishonor my family!” I yelled a little bit at the lad.

“Oh, so now are we getting a little feisty, eh?”

“Liam, stop.” Harry told the brunette with the shorter hair. Harry looked ferrous.

“Harry, as your mate, we’re all watching out for you. And I’m hoping you know what bad publicity this is for not only you, but for the band. I hope you know what your doing.” the other brunette with the longer hair stated.