Anabel || Harry Styles

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**Anabel's POV

"What did Harry want?"

"Zayn was there too."

"What the actual fuck."

I could hear bits of conversations, they were muffled but understandable. My head was pounding and spinning. I could hear ringing in my ears along with an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I force my eyes open, trying to gather all my senses back. Bright lights greet me, the sounds around me slightly getting clearer. I stare blankly up at my familiar cream painted ceiling, wiggling my toes and fingers to see if I could move them, and I could.

I feel the uneasiness get worse. My self instincts taking over and before I knew it I was up on my feet, running to my bathroom. I kneel in front of the toilet, my eyes shut in pain as everything I have eaten earlier exits my body. I hear someone enter the bathroom, lifting my hair up and away from my face as she rubbed circles on my back. I kneeled there vomiting until I had noting left to throw up.

After a minute of complete retching, I let out a sigh of relief, dragging the back of my hand across my mouth. I leaned against the wall, shutting my eyes in exhaustion.

"How you holding up?" Carla asks, her side leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom.

"How do you think?" I return the question, making her smile slightly.

I push myself up with Jenna helping me, her sisterly instincts taking over. I was still a bit wobbly but I can manage. I make my way towards the sink, splashing water against my face then brushing my teeth to get that disgusting after-vomit taste from my mouth. The girls had been silently watching my every action, as though if they look away I'd disappear.

"Anabel, we need to talk." Jenna says breaking the uneasy silence, the girls looking at me with sincerity.

"If it's about what happened earlier, I'll pass. Thanks." I whisper, making my way to my closet.

"We have to talk about it, Ana." Jamie sighs, standing up from her comfortable seat on my bed.

"I don't want to." I say, a bit harsher this time. They seemed to be taken aback at my change of tone.

"I'm sorry." I sigh, facing them this time.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then okay we won't. But we need you to promise us something." Jenna says, her eyes filled with worry.

"Stay away from Styles." Liz says sternly. Everyone was silent and they wouldn't even look me in the eye, it was as if they were hiding something.

"What did he do to make you guys hate him so much?" I ask, looking at all of them one by one.

It was silent for a moment, they exchange looks as if they weren't sure what to say. Then Jenna sighs, she grabs my hand and sits me down on the bed next to her, not making eye contact.

"Okay, you know about the rumors of those that were kicked out, right?" Jenna asks as I nod, staying silent for her to continue.

"Well, Harry Styles was the root of all of it. It remains a rumor because no one had proof, only the mere memory." She looks up at me for the first time before continuing.

"The Safehouse we are in right now, was not the Safehouse before. They moved here for a reason. A few years back, even before Liz and I discovered the sisterhood, there was this girl named Hannah, and that was the only name she was known by. They said that she was kicked out because she wasn't strong enough. On her last day, she was packing her things in the girls room, while the others were training, when they all heard a gunshot. Everyone went to see what it was, and all they saw was Hannah's dead body and a gun which was in Harry's hand. Zayn was there too, but before anyone could ask them, they were gone." Jenna sat quietly, her head down, staring at her toes.

I didn't know exactly how to react, the new information was too much. Harry was a killer, he was a criminal. I didn't know if what I was feeling was fear or anger, maybe it was somewhere in the middle. I sat there, drowning in complete and utter silence. I wanted to scream, to cry. I was mad at myself, because at the same time I wanted him, I needed to be wrapped in his arms. It was this feeling that always draws me back to him, and I can't seem to get rid of it.

"I promise, I'll stay away from him." Was all I was able to say, my voice breaking slightly.

What I said earlier had seemed to reassure them, but it did not reassure me. I lead them back to the front door, exchanging hugs and goodbyes.

"You sure you don't want us to stay?" Kate asks with a pout.

"I'm fine." I tell her, smiling encouragingly for her to get in the vehicle already.

I watch their car disappear from sight, before walking back to my door.

"Anabel."

I stop at my tracks, my heart pounding against my rib cage, butterflies were going wild in my stomach and I hated it.

"Go away, Harry." I whisper. I don't turn around to look at him, because if my eyes land on his emerald ones i'll fall again.

"Look at me." He says, almost begging. It had taken all my might not to oblige, not to listen to him, not to fall for his words.

Anabel, just walk back inside.

"Please." He begged, his voice breaking.

I take in a deep breath before taking a step forward, walking away from him. Before I could completely escape his presence, his arms wrap around my waist tightly, knocking out the air in my lungs, my heart gunning.

No, Anabel.

You promised.

I try to pry his arms away but he wouldn't budge. His grip tightens, not in a way that could hurt me, but more like a way that he didn't want to lose me. I push the thoughts away, fighting the urge to believe it. I can't fall for this again.

His head rested on my shoulder, his hair slightly tickling my cheek. I could feel his fast heartbeat against the small of my back, his uneven breathing similar to mine.

"Harry." I breathed out heavily, attempting to remove his arms again but failing.

I feel something drop against the skin on my shoulder, a teardrop. He was crying. Soon after, I feel him slowly leave wet kisses down my neck, his quivering lips pressed against my skin, sending me goosebumps. My heartbeats pace accelerating with every kiss he plants. My head involuntarily moves to the side, giving him more access. He continues from my jaw and down to my shoulder, sending sparks of electricity shooting through my body.

"H-Harry." I whisper, my lips trembling. The tone of my voice did not sound like I was stopping him or like I wanted him to stop, cause maybe I didn't.

"Anabel." He whispers through his kisses, his hot breath fanning my skin creating goosebumps.

His right arm loosened, though his left arm tightened, pulling me closer against him. His free hand brushing against my shoulder then down to my bare arm causing tingles to erupt again. My eyes shut, I attempt to pull away, but lets face it, I can't. I wanted him. I needed him. Fuck this, I love him. His right hand had found my left one. He intertwines our fingers, before tugging slightly to spin me around to face him, taking me by surprise.

"Look at me." He whispers. My eyes were still shut. I could feel his heartbeat against my palms, it was fast.

"Anabel." He whispers again, I don't budge.

"Bel." My heart stops, my breath hitches.

No one calls me that here, no one has called me that since I was a kid, since my parents were alive. My eyes flutter open, slowly looking up at the beautiful face in front of me. The tears had made his emerald eyes sparkle like gems, and it was mesmerizing. Before I could speak, his lips has found its way to mine. His arm tightens around me, pulling me closer against him. My arms soon wraps themselves around his neck, with my fingers tugging along his curls playfully.

He lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his torso. He brings me to my room, his lips never leaving mine as he kisses me hungrily.
He lowers me down the bed, my back against the soft sheets as his lips travel down to my chest, making my heart flutter.

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