Runaway Annabelle {Harry Styles}

Chapter 8- The Lost Ring is 'Found'

Hello! Really sorry that I haven't been able to upload lately, I have been really busy with school and everything :/ Anywho, big author's note first off-

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Chapter 8- The Lost Ring is Found 

Annabelle's POV 

“Annabelle…” A soft voice cooed to me. “Time to wake up…”

“Five more minutes William.” I demanded- it was too early to wake up. Laughter was sounded in the room. Weird. 

“Come on, Annabelle- it’s time to wake up.” The same voice told me. I responded by pulling the covers over my head. More laughter was sounded.

“Maybe we should try this?” Another voice suggested as someone started strumming a guitar.  

“Sweet Annabelle… It’s time to wake up…” Five voices started to sing. Now I really did not want to wake up because who would want to wake up when five beautiful lads were singing to you? Not me that’s for sure.

 “This is not working.”  One of the lads stated.

 “You’re right.” Another one agreed.

 “Okay, here we go.” Harry said. Someone pulled the covers from my head and picked me up, carrying me bridal style. A door sounded and cold air whistled around me. Correction- freezing cold air whistled around me. Harry laid me down on the freezing concrete and I heard a door close.

Uh, oh.

My eyes shot open and I saw the lads staring at me through the window, laughing. The cold air registered on my skin and I jumped up, running to the door. I was only wearing sweatpants and a short-sleeved shirt, making me SUPER COLD. Note to self: wear something warmer to bed.

 Banging on the door I shout,” LET ME INNN!”

 Harry smirked through the window and pretended to think for a little bit. “Let me think… Um no.”

 “PLEASE! IT’S FREEZING OUT HERE!” I nearly begged.

 “Only if you say I’m the sexiest lad in the world,” Harry smirked. “And the greatest singer.”

 “Never.” I tell him through gritted teeth.

 “Okay then…” Harry trailed off, pulling the blinds down.

 “HARRY!” I screamed at him. “Okay, alright, fine! You are the sexiest lad alive.”

 The blinds pulled up and Harry appeared. “And…” he said, mocking me.

 I sigh in defeat. It’s either this or I freeze to death. “And… you are the greatest singer.”

 A click sounded and Harry opened the door, letting me in. “I hate you” I mumbled to him as I walked through the door.

 “You know you love me!” Harry shouted at me as I walked into my room to change. I responded by slamming the door. Changing into some jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt, I combed my long, black, curly hair into a high ponytail.