Sweet Mistake

I need help

Annabelle's POV

I curled up into a ball on the floor and cried into my knees. I sobbed and sobbed as I sat in my dark room. Then I felt a hand on my arm.

"Annabelle, what's wrong?" A familiar voice spoke.

"No no no." I shook my head not looking up.

"Look at me, why are you crying?" He rubbed my arms. The sad part is, it felt so real.

"No, you're not here. You're not here. I need to forget. I need to forget." I cried.

"Forget what?" He placed a kiss on the top of my head.

"Forget you guys. But your memories won't leave me alone. That's all you are! Memories!"

"Annabelle look at me." He cupped my cheeks and made me look at him.

"You're not here, Harry. Just go away." I shook my head.

"What do you mean I'm not here. Barbara told me that you freaked out in the bakery and she didn't know why. So I told the boys that I had to see my mum because she had an emergency. Come here." He pulled me into a hug and my tears soaked his gray t-shirt. My hands rested on his stomach as he held me.

"Are you sure it's actually you?" I said muffled by his chest.

"I'm pretty sure i'm me." He chuckled while rubbing my back.

"You're not going to disappear?"

"Not unless you want me to." I shook my head and enjoyed his warm hold. His chest vibrated softly as he hummed quietly trying to calm me. I was sure it was him.

"Please don't go." I calmed down a bit.

"I won't." He whispered against my hair.

"Promise?" I looked up at him.

"I promise." He set his hand on the bottom of my cheek and kissed my lips gently. I rested my head against his chest as he cradeled me. His cheek laid on the top of my head as he continued to hum. It was comforting.

"Wait, where are the other boys?" I asked.

"They're still in America." He sighed.

"Thank you for coming." I ran my hand down his arm.

"It's no problem."

"I need help." I looked up at him again, the dried tears staining my cheeks.

"I'm here for you." He said quietly staring at me with his mesmerizing green eyes. I looked deeply into them getting lost. This can't be happening. This is the reason you left. They confuse you to much, Annabelle. Stop thinking about them like this.

"Y-You have to go." I shook my head and stood up and walked to the other side of the room.

"Why?" He followed me. I stood with my back turned to him.

"Because, I can't keep thinking about you guys. That's why I left. I keep getting so confused. And it's not healthy to feel this way all the time." My face grew hot, I knew the tears were bound to arrive at any moment.

"Feel like what all the time?"

"I can't like you all. But somehow I get lost in your eyes unvolunterily. And, it can't keep happening. I was better when I was alone. It didn't hurt so much." I choked on my words. I heard him take a deep breath behind me.

"Well, I'll leave. I'll tell the boys not to text you, or call you, or have any contact with you." He said calmly. But it sent me into a fit of tears.