Aaaand I am back... Aha. Hey guys hopefully I'm doing well considering I have over 75 reads, I would really love to know how I'm going with this story and if you guys want me to continue.. I don't really know if it makes any sense. Please comment what you think! Xo
Annabelle's POV
I return back to the boys mansion, and without knocking I just walk in and plonk myself down on the lounge. (Which was very comfortable, might I add.) I found the place quiet.. Surprisingly aaaaand I spoke too soon. Harry comes running down the flights of stairs and jumps over the lounge chair next to me, smirking he looks at me " We thought you wouldn't come back.." His smirk turned into a pout. " Of course I came back, I said I would didn't I. Hey do you have anything to eat I'm starving." " Yeah in the fridge." He got up and put his hand out for me to take.
I spotted the fridge and ran to it, hugging it " Oh fridge, you have no idea how much I have missed you...!" Harry looks at me weirdly and starts laughing, I turn and glare at him with my hands on my hips " Are you insulting me?" He smirks amused " No of course not, it's just... Your probably the weirdest girl I have ever met!" Still glaring I turn to the fridge and open its big grey doors to find THE most precious things in the entire world.. Food. I grab a blood bag and open it, the taste of blood running down my throat was indescribably amazing. I refuse to drink from humans, that's just not how I work. So I have blood bags, not as good as straight from the vein but it's still good.
I demolish the bag in seconds and throw the plastic in the bin, walking to the alcohol stash. Opening up the cupboard doors revealing the liquor, I grab out the bourbon and grab a glass pouring myself a drink. Harry looks at me amused at how at home I make myself, don't worry I would too. " Would you like one?" "Ehh why not." I pour him a glass and pass it to him then sit down again. " So, where are the rest of merry band?" Harry comes over to the lounge picks up my feet, shuts down then puts my feet on his lap. " Well Liam is cooped up in his room, and the rest of em are either training or out doing God knows what." Humming in response I look around, admiring all of what this place had to offer and boy did it have a lot to offer.
Liam's POV
I don't know if leaving Harry with Anna downstairs was a good idea, but I had a lot of research I needed to do. What research you may ask? Well on Annabelle, her family history. Anna herself I knew quite a it about already and her family. But I needed to be sure I was right with what we are dealing with. Anna is of royal blood, and her families enemies are now inherited to her. Of course I can hear everything they're saying downstairs, but right now I need to focus on the task at hand.
I've always felt an unusual attraction to her, as I sense my brothers feel it too. The need for her skin on mine, her plump lips, her long light pink hair swaying around her hips every time she walks. Her perfect body, the way she moves so gracefully. I don't know how much longer I can keep these feelings hidden, to keep my need for her locked away. To only think of protecting her, it's a lot harder then you would think. Her personality is crazy, weird, intelligent, wise... But there is always the smartass and sarcastic side of her I love. She's so caring and kind, fragile as if one touch would shatter her entire being. I wonder if the boys feel as strongly as I do towards her.
