Speak |h.s. a.u.|

Chapter Fourty-Three

              Four months, Annabelle thought to herself. She stared at the phone in her hand, the calendar app opened up, showing that it had been four months since Harry and Annabelle had met. Only four months? It had felt like many more, after all of the dates and fun times they've been through in only four months.

They hadn't seen each other in a week, since Harry dropped her off at home. She missed him like crazy, he missed her like crazy. They had texted constantly, somehow never running out of things to talk about.

from: harry
Gemma wants you to go shopping with her this weekend

from: annabelle <3
no way

from: harry
Why not :-( she likes you and wants to get to know you :-)

from: annabelle <3
i'm such a loser

from: harry
No you're not

from: annabelle <3
then what am i, harry

from: harry
You're mine.

from: annabelle <3
cute.

Harry changed the subject after that, knowing it would take a lot to convince Annabelle to go shopping with his sister. Annabelle was too shy to go without Harry, he knew that, but he wanted his family and his girlfriend to get to know each other. He would convince her somehow, he just had to figure out how.

Annabelle received a text from Harry only an hour later, telling her he needed her to come to his house as quickly as she could.

from: annabelle <3
why? is something wrong?

She got out of bed and began getting dressed and fixing her hair.

from: harry
Sort of. Not exactly, just come over. I miss you.

She continued getting ready, grabbing a jacket and slipping on her dirty gray Converse before walking out of the house. Her parents were at work, so she had to walk. Not like she would let them drive her, but she would have tried to take one of their cars. She could drive, she just never had the chance to.

Annabelle arrived at Harry's house half an hour later, deciding to text him instead of knocking on the door. His mother's car was in the driveway, as was Harry's and Gemma's. Not only was the fact that all of them could afford their own car making Annabelle wonder, but the fact that there was a car she didn't recognize parked in front of his house. Maybe it was one of Gemma's friends, or a family member she had yet to meet.

Harry opened the door, sliding out of the narrow space with a smile on his face.

"Hey," he said, releasing a breath as he took in her appearance, her curly hair pulled back into a bun and her normal black skinny jeans and band shirt. She smiled back at him as he pulled her closer for a hug, holding her tightly as he looked down and kissed her for a moment longer than usual. "Before you go in," he said, stepping back to guard the door. Annabelle furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, wondering what he was hiding. Harry's features showed he was nervous about saying what he had to. "Sandy is here."

Annabelle's lips parted, her happiness quickly getting stomped out of her. She turned around, starting to walk away until Harry's hand caught her wrist. Why would he tell her to come over if Sandy were here? Why the fuck is Sandy here?

"It's not like that, listen," he turned her around and she refused to look at him. "I don't want her here, I need you to help me get rid of her- look at me." Harry held Annabelle's chin (which was really small for a chin, it was so cute) and made her look up at him. "She came over without me knowing, I couldn't just kick her out."

Annabelle wondered how Harry could be so nice to everyone all of the time, no matter the circumstances. Annabelle was a very sweet girl, but could easily be rude to anyone she needed to be rude to.

"Just get her to leave so we can be alone," Harry said quietly, hoping no one was listening to them. Annabelle nodded and moved to open the door. "Wait-" Harry grinned, moving in front of her. "You look beautiful." She rolled her eyes, a smile creeping up to her lips as she jokingly hit his shoulder.

Upon entering the living room, Annabelle could smell girly perfume, so much that it was burning her nose. She saw a pink purse sitting on the couch, and an overdressed Sandy sitting on the couch. Of course Annabelle was jealous of how pretty Sandy was, but she wasn't jealous of how much makeup and how little clothing the confused girl always wore.

"Annabelle!" Sandy smiled, standing up to pull Annabelle into a friendly hug. What was her problem? Annabelle stood still, not daring to hug back, her face squished by Sandy's jugs. Sandy was so much taller than her, making her feel even more self-conscious. She continued to remind herself that Harry was hers, she was Harry's. No one could get between them, right? He wanted Annabelle here, his girlfriend, not this blonde bimbo who was acting too friendly for Annabelle's liking.

Annabelle gave a sweet, over-friendly smile to Sandy, backing up to be closer to Harry and farther from Sandy.

"It's so good to see you." Sandy continued, flipping her long hair behind her shoulder, revealing her chest.

Sandy had no idea Harry and Annabelle were together, she just assumed Harry felt bad for the girl who couldn't talk. When she saw Annabelle enter Harry's living room, she knew she had to pretend to act like she loved her, hoping to get on Harry's good side. Really all she wanted was another intimate moment with him, where she wouldn't have to be the only one doing all of the pleasing. She thought acting as if she were friends with Annabelle would make her seem like a better person in Harry's eyes. Not only did she want to have fun with Harry, but she wanted to do anything she could to confuse and annoy the shit out of the little girl who was too obsessed with her own insecurities.

Annabelle knew Sandy was just playing a game. If she wanted to a game, then that's what she'll get. Annabelle is too smart to fall for anything Sandy says, she's a compulsive liar with a large ego. Annabelle had formed a plan to get this bitch out of here before she even opened the door.