Nothing but Trouble {Harry Styles Punk/ AU}

Chapter 17

I was sitting in my bedroom with all of my textbooks surrounding on the large bed, I had about four tests this Thursday and I hadn't even cracked open a book until now. Though my mind wasn't totally there. It was on Brad, wondering why he hadn't call or what was stopping him from coming over here. That's what really was bothering me instead of these tests which I could easily pass.

My thoughts were interrupted by a certain song that began to play from my phone; the song that told me who was calling. After about three weeks and no call, the ring tone seems raw to my ear but still, I grab the phone and check the caller ID.

My love.

Don't you dare judge me on the name I chose for him. It was when we first started dating but I never had the nerve to change it since it felt like home. After the fourth ring, I quickly slid the screen to answer the call and hesitantly placed it up to my ear.

"Hello?" my voice was nothing but a soft whisper, biting my lip as I listened on the other line, which seemed to be quiet for a few moments.

"Annabelle?" Brad's voice soon filled my ears causing a small smile to take it's place onto my lips, his voice calming me down. "I'm so sorry for not calling. I've just...I've been super busy lately. Senior year and all."

I nodded my head then quickly murmured an 'okay' since he couldn't see me, finding it weird that he had no time. He's always had time to call me even when he was busy with four clubs, three sports, and an after school job. He was the joker of all trades, always talented in almost every field there was. Maybe that's why all the girls at my old school wanted to date him. Some would kill to be his girlfriend for at least a week.

"Don't be sorry...I've just been here bored and wondering if you were dead or not." I said jokingly, laughing a bit at my own joke.

"That's not even funny." he said seriously, causing my laugh to cease at the tone of his voice. He's never really found me funny, he only pretend to laugh at my jokes whenever we were in public to be nice about it. Dick.

I'm quite funny, thank you very much.

"Right, sorry." I stated quietly, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth and chewing on it slightly as a nervous habit. It felt so awkward for some reason.

"Look. I called you to make sure you were alright and you didn't go near those five boys." stated Brad, his voice holding the same threatening tone as my brother did the previous day at school.

"I'm not going near-" I stopped myself and froze slightly, my breath catching in my throat. I could hear him calling my name but I didn't respond because I was in too much of shock.

How had he known about Harry and his friends? I never even told him before. And Jackson sure as hell doesn't like him. I suddenly found my voice again after a few more moments, clearing it so it wouldn't come off shaky.

"Yeah...right...I won't go near them." I whispered, scared for some reason.

Brad chuckled a bit into the phone, a soft voice in the background though I couldn't quite decipher it, and then said, "Good because I would know if you talked to them or not. Sleep tight and think about it."

His voice was sickly sweet towards the end before he dropped the call. My lips were parted in shock as I stared at the home-screen of my phone. It was a picture of Brad, Kayla, and I last summer when we went to Florida in the United States for a field trip through our school. I still remember the time we spent at this one amusement park, it sparked an interest in me to go at least once a year.

I don't know what it was but I actually felt free in Florida even though there were strict rules with the field trip. It felt more like vacation instead of a school field trip. I wished it was longer than a week because then I could of had a better experience there; at the amusement park and the hotel we stayed at for that trip. But the hotel was more like a resort. Still top notch.

The thing that probably helped with making it a fun vacation was the fact that I wasn't dating Brad at that time of moment. To be honest. Brad has never talked to me or notice me until our final year at the school, instantly flirting up a storm until I finally gave in to a date with the boy.Him and my brother never got along which always stroke my interest as to why.

I shook my head to get back to reality and stood from my bed, walking to the window and making sure it was actually locked. There have been countless times where I would forget to check the lock on my window and someone tried to break in. Maybe I should never live alone. I would have my house broken into almost every other day.

I placed my phone on it's charger, once I realized it was at twenty percent, then turned on the stereo system in the corner of my room. The beautiful voice of Ed Sheeran filled my room quickly as the words from Don't started to play, being one of my absolute favorites. I hummed along and pulled my hair out of the braid it was in, staring into the mirror at my image.

My outfit just consisted of gray sweats and a light blue crop top, showing off my bare stomach. I glided a finger on both sides of my hips as I traced the stretch marks that were there. My hips had grown but not without the price of gaining stretch marks, which were barely visible but a stranger could see them if they were actually looking for it. I searched my face for some flaws that I would use against myself just to help build my self-esteem up again.

I was weird like that.

I liked to point out my flaws then list reasons as to why I hated them but I would also list reasons as to why I loved my flaws. I had more loves than hates but that only made me happier. I knew who I was and that helped me accept my flaws quicker.

I snapped out of my daydream again and moved away from the mirror, finally thinking about just shoving the books onto the floor. Which I ended up doing. I pulled off the sweats so I was just in a pair of black bikini underwear and the crop top, something I found extremely comfortable.
I clapped twice and watched as the room went dark, sighing quietly to myself. My mind searched for something to help put me into a sleep which resulted in my mind landing on images of Niall.

And Harry.