Little Woman | H.S

Five

Annabelle's POV

I bit my tongue on the pestering question that was dying to be answered. Harry had closed himself off again after his ex appeared at his doorstep. I wasn't sure if he was embarrassed or ashamed of the situation I had witnessed, but from the vibes I was picking up I could tell it'd be a touchy subject to talk about.
But there was one reoccurring thought that kept creeping it's way into my mind. That being, why did Harry bring me back to his hotel?

I couldn't deny that I was filled with relief when he didn't ask me to have any intimate relations with him tonight, the whole time spent together was like we were long lost friends who had just reunited. And even though I could sense that Harry had wanted my company for those unspoken reasons when we first mingled at the club, he hadn't pressured or even hinted that those were his intentions now.

It was strange though. In all of my life I never had a man want to be around me for just my company. I didn't have any male friends besides a few bouncers who automatically came with my profession, so this 'friendship' if it could even be called that was quite new to me.

"Gabby..." Harry's voice trailed off as I was lost in my own head.

"Who?" I muttered, not really paying attention but regretted it the moment the question left my mouth.

Harry was giving me a look of confusion.

"I said your name...?"

"Right." I mustered a laugh but it came out shaky and I could tell Harry was questioning my reaction further.

"That is your name right?"

I could automatically tell he wasn't letting my slip up go. I nodded my head quickly, stuffing some left over noddles into my mouth and smiled, praying that it looked somewhat genuine.

"I don't like lairs." Harry challenged and I sank back against the couch when his piercing stare was set onto me.

"I-I'm not lying."

Shit. There I go stuttering again. And this time Harry noticed.

"Your voice says otherwise, so Gabby, what's your real name?" I was surprised to see him...smirking? My brows furrowed and I studied him to see if it was genuine or if he was putting up a facade.

"I can't tell you." I mumbled my head bowing almost like I were ashamed.

"Why not?" He pressed.

I shrugged, "because customers aren't allowed to know my name."

"Well right now I'm not a customer. I'm Harry and we're hanging out eating Chinese food. So, whoever you are, what's your name?"

I contemplated this. Do I tell him my real name? Do I make up another fake name? And if I do tell him my real name, is Harry another passer by or someone I could consider being around for a while?

I sighed.

Who am I kidding, Harry wouldn't be around after this. I needed to think straight in this moment. Just because we happened to have a good - no great time tonight, doesn't mean he'd consider befriending an escort.

But there was always a chance...right?

"Annabelle."

"What?" Harry asked, not hearing me clearly from the way my voice gave out.

I cleared my throat, "My names Annabelle."

He smiled.

I smiled.

I decided to tell him my full name, to give him the option of deciding what he wanted to be. I couldn't choose, so why not see where it goes and let him chose for me.

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"Annabelle, hey, wake up."

A soft nudge and angelic voice brought me from my deep slumber.

For a moment I forgot where I was, who I was.

The bed was so comfy that I thought the stiff mattress and worn comforter I had been so accustomed to were just a part of some fucked up dream I called reality.

I groaned loudly, pulling the soft white duvet over my face to shield it from the piercing light.

A low chuckle sounded and I realized that the angelic voice I heard belonged to none other than Harry Styles.

"Get up, I have a meeting in an hour. I'll drive you home."

That made me stir. Just when I thought I might have to take the bus or hail a taxi, I was being shown the light.

In ten minutes I had freshened up and gathered all my belongings so Harry could drive me home.

I waited in the kitchen, munching an apple from the fruit bowl when Harry emerged from his bedroom. He was dressed in a dark blue suit, his hair still in its tousled mess of curls but face showing that he had an unpleasant sleep.

"Ready?"

"Yes." I replied before taking another bite of the apple and tossing it into the garbage.

Harry grabbed his keys and room card before pressing a button that signalled for the elevator to come to his suit.
We waited silently until Harry spoke two words that sounded so foreign to me.

"Thank you."

A perplexed look accompanied my features and Harry studied my reaction carefully.

"I-uh, for what?"

"For last night, for coming back here with me after I was such an asshole to you."

"You know, you never really let me explain myself, to clear the air." I reminded him

"I didn't did I?"

"Nope, so I'd -"

A ding sounded and the elevator doors opened interrupting me in the process of telling the truth. I let out a huff of annoyance but proceeded into the lift regardless.

We rode in silence all the way to an underground parking garage. Neither of us spoke when we arrived to Harry's black Beamer and gathered into the car, but the silence was short lived when Harry dropped his hands from the steering wheel and onto his lap.

"Let's finish our chat over dinner, how does tonight sound?"

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A/N

Shitty chapter but i needed to post something lol thank you for reading and please help support my writing by liking/commenting/sharing! Love all of you! - rissa