Sweet Mistake

Like a virgin

Annabelle's POV

I had calmed down, and gathered myself on my chair on the plane. Harry and I didn't speak for the rest of the flight. Hell, he never came out of that damn bathroom till the attendant announced that we had arrived in Los Angeles, California.

"Harry," I said standing up when he walked out of the little laboratory. He didn't even look at me, all he did was grab his suitcase and back pack and walked off of the plane. I have to admit, it hurt. I shook my head and put my happy face on. A fake smile plastered across my face as I pulled my belongings together and exited the jet. I entered the gate and there were photographers and security guards every where. I tried finding Harry amongst the crowd, and finally spotted him. I tried getting up next to him but was hoisted over the shoulder over a large security person. He sped up and grabbed Harry as well. We dangled there looking like Donkey and Fiona on Shrek's shoulders.

"Don't look so pissy princess." Harry cracked and rolled his eyes.

"Oh please. I just want to get to the hotel and get away from you and your jealous ass." I huffed and crossed my arms. I had to let my bitchy side cover how guilty I felt. I didn't want him to hate me. But I don't blame him. I was quite excited to see the other boys though, except I knew I had to make a choice soon.

We got put into a car that was surrounded by screaming girls. I stared out of the heavily tinted window and saw the girls clawing at it. I set my finger on the button.

"I wouldn't do that." Harry spoke with a deep tone. I looked over at him.

"And why not?" I snapped.

"You know what, go ahead." He smirked. I huffed and pressed the button causing the window to open slowly.

"Annabelle! Annabelle oh my gosh!" Girls shrieked my name. I wave then closed the window again, my ears ringing.

"Jesus how do you guys get used to that." I stuck my finger in my ear.

"I told you not to open it." Harry chuckled and looked out his own window as the car pulled out of the airport lot. I sighed and looked at him.

"Harry." I said softly.

"What?" He didn't meet my gaze.

"Are you mad?" I looked down at my lap.

"No." He stated bluntly.

"Then why-"

"I'm upset." He cut me off continuing staring at the passing California landscape. I rolled my eyes mentally, I hate it when people say they're not mad, or sad, they're 'upset'. That's like saying they're 'disappointed' in you.

"Why are you upset?" I asked and looked up at him who was still staring out the window. He sighed.

"Why do you think? I really like you Annabelle. And just knowing that you don't feel the same, it kills me. Think about it, everyday, seeing you all over Zayn and Niall, and I just have to watch. It takes all of my strength not to just break down and cry." I heard him sniffle. I placed my hand on his upper arm causing him to look at me. His green eyes turning a slight shade of pink, and filling with tears.

"Harry please." I got choked up, my voice cracking.

"Annabelle you just don't get it." He turned away. I was about to say something but the car came to a stop in front of a large building. Harry quickly opened his door and ran inside the building. I opened my own door and saw him sprint past the other boys as they walked outside.

"Harry!" I shouted after him.

"What's wrong with him?" Louis asked as the 4 boys approached me.