Runaway Annabelle {Harry Styles}

Chapter 9- It all Ends Too Soon

Hello! Really sorry that I haven't uploaded in almost 3 weeks, hopefully this is very long to make up for it! But anyways dedication to @AshleeMay for my AMAZING new book cover! I LOVE it so much, thank you! Oh, and this is the climax of the story for those of you who are confused. Please tell me if I have any grammar errors that I need to fix. 

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Chapter 9- It All Ends Too Soon

Annabelle’s POV

“Harry! Stop! Please!” I begged him as he was tickling my sides. Laughter was escaping my mouth as Harry kept digging his hands into my sides. “Please! Stop!” I tried again.

“Harry, stop before you tickle her to death.” I hear Louis order.

“Fine.” Harry says as he stops tickling me. Offering me a hand, I stand up, glad that I wasn’t being tickled anymore. Tickling was like torture but you were laughing, something that I found very strange. I mean, if you were going to be tortured, you wouldn’t be laughing, you would be screaming probably.

All of the lads were sitting on the couches watching the telly and on their phones. I simply shook my head at them- teenage boys and their phones were irresistible. Walking down the hallway and into my room, I grab my sketchbook and a pencil. As I walk past the window, something moves. I part the curtains to see if any of the lads went outside and see nothing.

‘You’re just imaging things, Annabelle.’  I assure myself.

Entering back into the rooms where the lads were, someone was behind Zayn. Zayn, of corse, was on his phone, not aware that someone was behind him. I could tell that the person behind Zayn was a guard because of his uniform. Scared out of my wits I very calmly tell him,” Zayn, whatever you do, don’t move.”

Zayn looks at me with confusion on his face, not sure why he shouldn’t move. Across from Zayn, Liam looks up from his phone and sees the guard too. But, it’s Harry that speaks up.

“Annabelle, run!”

Trusting Harry’s words, I drop my sketchbook and make a beeline to the back door. Just as I’m opening the door, I turn around to see three other guards already trying to get the lads in handcuffs. Knowing my brothers, I knew that the house was surrounded with guards trying to capture me. As I run past the small pool and into the woods behind the house, I can already hear guards coming after me.

“Princess! Stop!” they order.

Ignoring their words, I continue to run. Thank god I was wearing a sweatshirt- ever sense I had been locked out of the house I now always wore warmer clothes- and shoes. The cold November air hit my face as I continued to run. I knew I had to think of something to throw the guards off; otherwise they would catch me very soon. Eyeing a big tree ahead of me, I make a plan to climb the tree the best that I can. Surely the guards wouldn’t climb the tree, right?

As I reach the tree, I start climbing it immediately, branch by branch, inch by inch. When I think I’ve climbed up pretty far, I take a quick glance down and see two guards at the base of the tree and one in the tree, just a few feet down. I continued to climb, my arms and legs now getting sore from pulling myself up and running. Again, after I’ve climbed a few feet, I look down and see the guard now just mere inches away from me.

Panicking, I try to climb faster, but it doesn’t work. The guard grabs my right ankle and tries to pull me down. I loose my balance and my left foot hovers over the ground- that is now yards away. It only then occurs to me that I was really, really, really, high up. With the guard still holding on to my right ankle, and my arms wrapped securely around the tree branch above me, I start to kick the guard with my right foot, right where he was holding my ankle.