Oh, Annabelle

Chapter One

Harry's POV-

"Annabelle?" I asked excitedly, pulling the phone out of a stage hand's fingers. "Oh, Harry," the voice on the end of the line cried. I broke down in tears, grasping onto Niall when he made his way to side stage.

We cried into the phone for what seemed like an hour.

"Harry, are you alright to go on?" Tom asked, interrupting me and my baby sister. "No, Tom," I said, smiling for the best damn reason on this planet. "Harry Edward Styles, you go out there and you finish that show. I know you aren't going to dissapoint your fans," Annabelle warned. "But, Bella-" I started. "No buts. I'll talk to you tonight, I promise," she said. "Fine. But first thing tomorrow morning I'm flying out there to be with you," I promised.

"Alright," she laughed. "Oh. And Harry?" "Yeah, love?" I asked. "I love you," she said quietly. A fresh set of tears sprang to my eyes. "I love you, too, Belle," I whispered, before hanging up and clutching Niall again.

"They found her," I whispered to him, as he held me. I know he didn't understand, but he knew not to question it.

After a couple of minutes used to calm myself down, we ran back on stage, where the band was playing for the past twenty minutes to keep the crowd busy.

"Hey guys!" Zayn exclaimed. "Sorry for that small interruption, but everything's good now-" I cut Louis off. "Everything's better than good. It's better than amazing because all of you guys are here!" I exclaimed. And because my Annabelle is safe.

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"What the hell happened?" Louis asked, the second we got in the car. "They found my sister," I whispered. It felt so surreal, that Annabelle would be home. After eight years, she'll be back. I honestly can't tell anyone how happy I am right now.

"I never knew Gemma was missing," Zayn said, furrowing his eyebrows. "Not Gemma," I said, shaking my head. "What, do you have another sister or something?" Niall laughed. He soon stopped when he saw how I eyed him. "Oh my God, you do!" He exclaimed.

I shut my eyes and sighed, nodding. "How come you never told us!?" Louis questioned. "Because I didn't know if she was still alive," I said, as Liam put a hand on my back. I swallowed back more tears as I examined the picture in my wallet. "Annabelle Kay Styles was kidnapped when she was nine, and she's seventeen now. It's been eight years, almost nine, and they found her," I said, tears springing to my eyes again. "She's alive and okay and... And I have to see her."

I knew already that it'd be hard to convince management to let me go on a break. But Simon would understand how much this meant to me, and I'm sure he'd let me leave. It'd just be the four boys for a while, but it's happened before.

"You will, Haz. As soon as we get home tonight, we're looking for plane tickets to London, and you're going to see your sister. No matter what," Zayn promised.

This is why I love them.

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Annabelle's POV-

"We moved, you know. To be closer to the police station, just in case," Mum said, pulling my small things with the few belongings I had into the boot. "That's why no one could find you, I guess. And that's why this stupid orphanage had no information on you."

"Mum, Dad... Uh, can I go say bye to someone really quick? I promise I'll be a second," I said nervously. "Of course you can, baby. But hurry back. We don't want anything to happen again," Dad said. I nodded and shuffled back up the driveway, into the house that's been my home sweet home for the past two years.

They ended up finding my kidnapper, and charged him for kidnapping, rape, and assault. However, at that time, I had run away, and found myself at the police department, knowing only my first name and my old address. That's the only thing I bothered to remember in life, besides reading and writing. I kept up with the curriculam from school until sixth grade, and I became utterly lost. From that point on, I pushed every memory of happiness out of my mind, so death would come with open arms, and I wouldn't feel bad about it.