Anabel || Harry Styles

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**Anabel's POV

I sat on one of the high stools by the counter, watching the girls dance in the middle. The loud music and bright lights becoming more and more familiar as I take another swig of the clear drink in my glass.

"Another one?" The bartender asks, his grey eyes sparkling.

"No, thank you." I tell him and he nods. I think 3 glasses was enough, hangovers are not really my thing.

I look back at the girls who were calling me to dance with them. I shook my head, sending them a reassuring smile. My ankle had gotten worse and I mentally punch myself, the pain killers had made it bearable though. After a few seconds of drowning in my own thoughts, the bartender places a pink drink in front of me. I look up at him confused but he was serving a different customer to notice me.

"This isn't mine, I said no more." I yell through the music to capture his attention.

"Oh. It was given by that lad across the counter." He smiles, pointing at a guy. His dark hair with blonde streaks were swept to the side, his brown hazel eyes boring into mine as he smirks.

"Oh." Was all I managed to say.

I stare down at the unfamiliar pink drink in front of me. I wanted to get drunk, not for the fun of being drunk but for the numbness and also, I wanted Harry out of my head and pronto.

"Fuck it." I whisper to myself before taking a sip of the pink drink that had seemed to be sweeter than expected, it wasn't bad but it was too sweet for my liking.

"Hey." The voice behind me was raspy, deep even. I look up, only to be greeted by light brown eyes.

"Hi. Um thanks for the drink." I say, smiling.

"My pleasure." He winks. The attractive lad had found himself comfortable on the empty seat right next to me.

Stop staring, Anabel.

"I'm Zayn, by the way." He lends out a hand for me to shake, or so I assumed.

"Ana." I tell him, placing my hand in his. He lifts up the back of my hand to his lips, a cheeky smirk plastered across his face.

"What a beautiful name." He whispers.

I remove my hand in his, shaking away the uncomfortable feeling as he laughs. A gorgeous laugh. I had pushed the thoughts of Harry away. This is what I needed, a distraction and he, the gorgeous guy that is Zayn, was perfect for the role.

"Want to dance?" He asks, before taking his bottom lip in between his teeth.

Somethings not right, Ana.

I push my paranoia away. I take another sip of the bitter-sweet drink before nodding. I place my hand in his, as he leads me to the dance floor, pushing through the swaying crowd of people. I have lost sight of the girls and before I could scan the place again, I feel this sudden pang of pain in my head and stomach. It disappears soon after, but was replaced by an uneasy, spinning feeling.

"Wait." I whisper, pulling my hand away from him.

He looks at me, confused. His expression softens but soon fades, along with the sound of the loud music and the colors around me. I was seeing double, and then it hits me. The drink. I look up at Zayn, an evil smirk plastered across his face. He closes the gap between us. I try to move back, away from the deceiving man in front of me but my wobbly legs fail me. I shut my eyes, awaiting for a fall that never arrives. I open my eyes to see his arms wrapped around my waist. I can't move my limbs. I couldn't move anything. I turn my head around in an attempt to look for the girls, to look for help as he drags me through the crowd, his arm around my waist slightly lifting me off the ground for him to easily pull me with him. I open my mouth to speak but no words come out, tears were streaming down my face now and I was vulnerable than ever.

"LET HER GO." The voice was blurry, muffled. I fight my eyes open, looking for where the voice came from.

The moving had stopped, he shifts and turns around, looking for where the voice came from as well. My heart was pounding against my chest as I attempt to push away from him, but whatever I had in my system had made every part of my body weak and unable to move properly.

"Zayn?" The voice repeats, it was familiar. Jenna. She sounded surprised, taken aback and sad even. The tone of her voice had made it obvious that this man was no stranger.

"Let her go, Zayn." She begs.

For a slight second I see Kate lunge forward, anger filled eyes, but Zayn was stronger and bigger than her. His free hand pushing Kate away, sending her falling to the ground. I fight my eyes open but the drugs or whatever the hell is in my system was making it nearly impossible. I can't scream, all I could do was cry.

He laughed lightly, his chest vibrating against my cheek. He turns around, pushing us through the crowd. The music was loud and people were too distracted to have noticed what was happening. The girls disappear from sight, swaying bodied had covered my view of them. I stop fighting the drugs from kicking in, making my eyes shut, my body hanging lifeless like a corpse in this mans arms. Soon every sound vanished, the numbness caving in.

**Harry's POV

I park my car on the side of the street across from the illuminated building, the loud music was felt vibrating through the ground. Soon a familiar tall figure walks out through the doors, a small petite body in his arms, making his way to his vehicle. I climb out the car, my fist tightening as Zayn carries Anabel in the passenger seat. I made my way towards him and soon enough my fists meets his jaw, sending him to the ground. He looks up at me surprised, but before he could speak I had tackled him, punching him over and over again. I was gonna kill him, my decision was final till I hear a quiet cry from his car. My attention diverting to Anabel, who was pushing herself up from the vehicle. I pull myself away from Zayn, making my way to Anabel. I wrap my arms around her, guiding her out. She looks up at me with dark, bloodshot eyes. It made my blood boil to see her like this.

"I'll deal with you next time." I bit, walking away from Zayn, his beaten up body sprawled across the ground.

"Your father won't be happy about this, Harold." He whispered as he spat red fluid on the ground, blood dripping from his nose.

"Nah, you wouldn't tell him Zayn." I smirk, looking back at him.

"Why is that?" He asks, brows furrowed.

"Because you failed, and you wouldn't want him to know that it's all because of me." I send him an evil smirk before continuing to walk away.

The doors to the building open, diverting my attention to the 4 girls glaring at me. They look at Zayn on the floor then to Anabel, before one of them walked towards me. The back of her hand colliding with my cheek, sending a burning sensation. She grabs Anabel from me, wrapping her arm around her waist for support, as another girl helps her. I watch as one of them makes her way to Zayn, slapping him across the face as well, before sending him a glare.

"Let me take her, home." I almost begged.

"We've got it, Styles. Now go away." One of them says sternly, the sound of their heels clicking against the pavement, as I sigh.

"You're whooped, Harold." I hear Zayn laugh, I send him a death glare before heading back to my car with the intention to follow them.

All I could think about was Anabel's face, her vulnerable state had made me more determined to get my revenge.

He will pay.

**VOTE**