Finding Annabelle //styles

7: The Pub

All day long Ed has been bugging me about Harry. I don’t think the guy can take a hint that I don’t want to discuss me and Harry’s risqué night. Every time he got a break from recording, he would come over and sit next to me and bring up things that exactly described his best mate. For example, he started to play with a stand of hair from my pony tail and say something like, “Oh Anna your hair looks better when it’s curly,” or “I have a friend that wears tighter trousers than you.” I wanted to punch him.

When I said this day was going to be long, I didn’t think that it would actually be this long. It was seriously dragging on.

Finally the producer told Ed that we were done recording for today and that we didn’t have to come in tomorrow. I silently thanked god because I haven’t had a day once this week where I could sleep in. We left the building and of course I had Ed behind me still bringing up Harry.

“What the hell Ed, you said you wouldn’t say anything!” I yelled at him once we stepped outside.

“I’m sorry love. I just think that it’s hilarious that you’re so ashamed of it!” He laughed and I rolled my eyes at him to show that I was clearly pissed off.

“Wow you’re a really great friend!” I walked away from him towards my car. He was obviously following me because I could hear his heavy steps from behind me. Plus he was calling after me.

“C’mon Anna, you know I’m joking! Why are you taking this so seriously?” When he reached me he grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. I felt tears forming in my eyes so I refused to look up at him. I didn’t want to tell him why I was taking this so seriously.

“See, well want to know why I’m taking this so seriously Ed?” I looked up at him through my tears and watched him nod. “It’s because when we were done having s-sex, we actually sat up and talked. He was like so surprised and it was like he was so interested in what we talked about. It was so different and I actually liked it. Plus he probably doesn’t even know who I am anymore. I’m just another drunk girl that he took home with him and fucked, never to make contact with her again.”

“Anna, I didn’t know I’m sorry.” He pulled me into one of his famous hugs and I just cried more. I didn’t think that I would become so emotional over this.

“Yeah it’s ok Eddie. I’m just going to go now. I think I need to catch up on some much needed sleep.” I kissed his cheek and mumbled a ‘I love you’ just like we always do when we leave each other and hopped in my car.

*Ed’s POV*

I want to tell Harry that I know about his night with Annabelle so bad, but she’s my best friend who I have known forever so I’m going to keep my promise. She was so pissed when she left the parking lot after work. I don’t think she ever drove so fast. I got in my car and made my way back to my flat so I could get ready for a night out with the lads.

I got home and went straight to my room so I could get ready. All I actually had to do was change my shirt since my trousers were looking ok. I walked over to the bathroom that was next to my room and brushed my teeth and fixed my hair a bit before walking into the lounge room so I could call Harry and see where he was.

I grabbed my phone off the couch when I entered the room and when straight to Harold’s contact. The familiar buzzing of the line connecting rang though my ear as I waited for him to pick up. Finally I heard his voice on the other line.

“Hey Ed what’s up?” I know it might sound weird, but I seriously missed hearing his voice.

“Hey Harry! Um are you still picking me up from my place so we can head over to the pub tonight?” I waited for his answer and heard keys being picked up in the background.

“I’m actually walking out my door right now so I’ll see you in like five minutes.”

“Alright bud, I’ll see you then!” With that I hung up the phone and walked out of my flat locking the door behind me. I decided to wait in the lobby for Harry since he only lived like three blocks away.

I looked out the window to see Harry’s black Range Rover pulling up and I ran out into the cold rain. I jumped into the passenger side and closed the door, thankful for the heat that was being produced from the car.

“Hey Eddie!” He leaned over the center console and gave me a half hug. “How are you?”

“I’m great, how about you Styles?”

“I’m doing just fine thanks for asking. So are you ready to down a few pints with the boys?” I nodded and we drove off towards the pub.

When we got there, we walked straight in to find the rest of the One Direction boys sitting at the bar with beers sitting in front of them.

“What’s up lads? Did ya miss me?!” I shouted making them turn and they all jumped up.

“Aye Eddie how are you?” My favorite Irish mate came up and hugged me. Then Liam, Louis, and Zayn came up and did the same. We took a seat again and Harry and I ordered a beer from the bar. I brought the glass to me lips and then Louis turned to me.

“So Eddie, did young Harold tell you about this mystery girl that he is trying to find?” I almost spit my beer back into my glass.

“What? Tell me!” I could only imagine what this was about.

“Yeah tell him Har!” Zayn and Niall shouted at him.

“Ok well I brought this girl home from the club, we slept together but she was different you know. Instead of her leaving like the other do, she stayed and we talked about everything. Then I woke up to an empty bed and a note stuck to my face. It was signed with the name Annabelle and I have been trying to find her ever since.” I literally started to choke on my spit. Liam started to pat my back and I silently thanked him.

“So what are you going to do mate?” I asked him. God I didn’t think this was going to be brought up.

“I don’t know if it’s going to work, but I have a plan and the boys are going to help me. You in? He asked me and I nodded right away. Since I actually knew who Annabelle is, I think this could be fun. Yeah it’s probably wrong that I didn’t tell him, but I promised Anna. I seriously can’t wait to tell her about this.

“Ok tell me the plan!” And with that, we all huddled together to hear Harry’s plan of finding Annabelle.