impacts - Ashton Irwin

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ANNABELLE'S POV

I awoke the next morning and looked around the room, taking in my surroundings. It was a simple room that had a homely and scenic vibe to it, white walls stretched across the small room, with baby blue curtains, pillows to match the blue, and white sheets and comforters. The room was simple, but very effective, the tiny vase of flowers softly decorating the room.

As I stretched my limbs, I stood up, scrunching my hair into a messy side plait, noticing I was still in yesterdays clothes.

After my shower, I raced down the hallway, seeing a kitchen down the end of the house. My casual T-Shirt dress bouncing up and down on my thighs.

The sunlight blinded me as I gasped at the sight in front of me.

The view was perfect.

This cozy, modern home was placed right beside the beach, the glass doors and panes around the kitchen, the sun beaming through. It was an atmosphere I definitely wanted to live in.

"It's nice, yeah?" The voice startled me as I jumped, screaming a little bit.

I turn around and see a tall man in a button down shirt, a few of the buttons undone, showing off his toned chest and tattoos, a fedora hat slung around his curly, beach-type hair, his emerald eyes glimmering as they stared at me.

My heart started beating fast at the man who stood in front of me as I admired his looks. I'm a teenage girl, I can't help it.

I shook my head rapidly as I started smiling, feeling hypnotized.

He chuckled as he looked to the ground as I blushed.

"So, may I ask why you're here?" His thick British accent rung through my ears, my insides killing me.

"I-uh, came with a few friends, Ashton, Calum, Luke and Michael." I stutter nervously as his eyes beam.

"Ahh, I see, yes, they're all still asleep, I'm Ashton's cousin, Harry." He walks over and holds out his hand as my heart pumps faster, taking the hand and shaking it politely.

"But you're, well, British? Ashton's from Austral-"

"Not by blood, darling. Distant cousins."

Heat circulates around my cheeks as my mouth shapes into an 'O.'

"Coffee?"

Nodding my head, I take a seat on the couch, in the sun, smiling as I drag my feet onto the coffee table in front.

A few minutes later, Harry walks in and hands me my coffee as I thank him. He sits down to the Lazyboy near me and sips out of his mug, humming sweetly in response as I do the same.

"I didn't quite catch your name, Ash has mentioned you before but I seem to have forgotten. Was it Rose? No it was, uh," he snaps his fingers as he frowns, then his eyes glow bright, "Belle?"

The feeling of excitement shatters, and my stomach goes weak as I shook my head.

"Annabelle."

"That's the one! Sorry love."

'Automatically forgiven.' I say mentally.

"This place is so beautiful, not only the house, but the area, I wish I could stay here forever!" I over exaggerate as I take another taste of my coffee, the bitter yet sweet tasting liquid making me only hotter.

"Tis', it's the only reason I moved back from England actually." He replies, making me curious.

"England?" I questioned. He sighed and nodded.