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Chapter 10

Annabelle Stam

His lips. I can kiss them forever. Our lips locked, our bodies together and my hands tangled on his curls. This moment.

It feels like the time has stopped and there is nothing around us. Everything is blank and I can only focus on the taste of his lips. His soft yet so rough lips. They feel amazing against mines.

I think Isabelle was right after all. She's always right when it comes to my life and my feelings.

Isabelle.

I left her all alone there. She'll kill me.

"What's wrong?" Harry mumbles against my lips, feeling me tensing a bit.

"I left Isabelle alone." I say and push him a little bit.

He rolls his eyes and places one hand on my waist pulling me close to his body again while his lips find their way on that spot he left a mark on the very first day we met.

I can't help shivers going down my spine and the desire filling up my senses but I still push him.

Bros before hoes. That's what she would say. And that's what I should be doing right now.

"No. You don't understand. I made her go to this party, I can't leave now and let her be all alone there. She doesn't like big crowds." I say and make my way to the warehouse again feeling Harry following me from behind and then a hand is placed over my waist.

I don't tense this time. I don't try to get over his grip. I don't push him. Instead I lean on his chest and his intoxicating scent feels me up.

"There's Liam. Go and ask him." I say and Harry with my hand on his goes towards Liam but now that we're closer I watch as his muscles are tense, his eyebrows furrowed in anger and when he looks at him I see as he relaxes a bit.

"Where's Isabelle, she's with you right?" I freeze. I have to take a moment to process what he just said.

He, her fucking bodyguard doesn't know where is she.

"Liam dude, did you control the whole house?" Harry asks placing a hand on his shoulder but I don't focus on them. Instead I call her.

She doesn't pick up. She fucking doesn't pick up. I hope she's all right so I can kill her with my bare hands.

"I fucking did that too Styles. I don't know where the fuck should I look for her now. I swear to God she's gonna hear me now." I hear Liam say and now I'm seeing all red.

"What the fuck are you saying? You're her damn bodyguard, you should be with her all the damn time not fucking some basic bitch who drools over you." I say pushing his chest but he grabs my wrists and I wince because his grip is too tight.

"Calm down Liam. Liam." Harry pushes the jerk and I see red marks on my wrists. Fucking prick.

"Tell her to shut the fuck up or I swear to God Harold you'll have to protect ber from my hands." He says but I don't move. He's payed to protect my best friend's ass he wouldn't dare to touch me or her dad would make his life a living hell.

"Wait, Kay is calling. Maybe he knows something." I say and see Harry scoff and Liam roll his eyes at him.

"Hey Kay."

"Hello cutie"

"Do you know where Belle is?" I ask immediately.

"Have you seen Ashton?" He asks the same time as me and something clicks.

"Wait. Where was Ashton?" I ask and look at the boys who are watching me, Harry's hands are still on Liam's wrists and somehow they look like they're holding hands. It would be funny if we weren't in this situation.