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Chapter 16

Hello fellow directioners! I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as i do! Follow me on twitter @UAN_TMH_Forever...Thank you for reading! I love you! xx, Annie

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*Annie’s POV*

We sped off, trying to make our way back to our flat in search of Harry. Paparazzi were crowded in front of the steps, trying to get in. I grabbed Ed’s hand as he walked in front of me, trying to get through. We were bombarded with questions.

“Why was Harry crying?”

“Is he a good kisser?”

“Is there a wedding in the future?”

“How is Larry Stylinson doing?”

I was so tempted to turn and answer all of the questions. After all of the fan fictions I’ve read, I know better than to do so. Thank you writers of fan fics, you are saving my life. I live the life of a fan fic character. The only differences are, I haven’t ever been bullied, my parents weren’t abusive, I’m not pregnant, I’m not a perfect size 0 and my hair can be in other hair styles other than a messy bun. It’s amazing how my life has changed so quickly. Who would’ve ever thought that Liam Payne would give me a chance or that One Direction would become like my family? Back home, I was that chick who wore the One Direction lanyard for her school id to hang on. My life right now seems like something I’d write in a fan fiction; I’m so blessed to be able to even meet these wonderful, crazy boys. We walked through the crowd, almost seeming like everything moved in slow motion. We finally made it inside safely. We hopped in the lift to head upstairs and find that curly headed boy that I love.

I walked up to our room and knocked on the door. “Go away unless you are my boo bear.” I walked in anyway. I call Kelsey boo bear and we could pass of as twins, so that means I’m indirectly a boo bear, just not his. BOOM, Annie logic! His hair was a tangled mess and his face was stained with tears. I couldn’t bare to see him crying, it was like tearing out my heart and stomping all over it. “Babe, what’s wrong?” I asked sitting down next to him. He sat on the bed, his face placed in the palm of his hands.

“Don’t call me babe. I’m not your babe.” He hissed. I called everyone of my friends babe. I don’t get why it’s such a big deal.

“Fine, Hazza bear, what’s wrong? You have to talk to me.” He just sat there, shaking his head. I wrapped my arms around his neck and just held him. He held me as I cried; it was my turn to return the favor.

“You don’t get it do you? I love you Annie.” He said, looking into my eyes. I couldn’t bare to see the brokenness in his bright green eyes. I miss seeing those eyes light up. Ever since Maddy, he hasn’t been too good. His heart just keeps breaking, repeatedly.

“I love you too Harry, you know that. I’ve loved you before you knew I existed.” I said, smiling. Even though I was in a relationship with Liam, I still loved each of the guys like I did when I was no more than another fan.

“But you don’t love me like I love you. I wrote a song for you, can I sing it?” I nodded, letting him get up to grab his guitar. I sat there happy. If you would’ve told me a year ago that Harold Edward Styles would write a song for me, I’d ask you which fan fic you are reading so I could read it too.

He smiled and began strumming on his guitar, looking me in the eyes while singing.

Your hand fits in mine

Like it's made just for me

But bear this in mind

It was meant to be