Anabel || Harry Styles

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**Anabel's POV

I shift uncomfortably, groaning as I finally push myself up from my bed. I've been shifting and turning for an hour now, I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to. It took all the strength in me to stop crying, but let's face it, I can't. Tears threatened to fall again as I groan in frustration.

I need to think.

Pacing back and forth in my room was useless, the quiet late night made my mind more able to take control of me. Filling my head with thoughts that I didn't want to think of, along with images of my one and only Harry.

I need a distraction.

Before I could even stand to go to the shower my phone lights up, the quietness disappearing as the ringing erupts. I hesitantly reach for it from my desk, looking down on an unfamiliar number glowing against the screen. I sigh, sliding my finger towards the answer button before bringing it up to my ear.

"Hello?" My voice was raspy, my throat dry, so speaking was almost as painful as the words Harry had told me.

"Anabel, I'm sorry to call you this late but you need to come here. I can't find Harry, and even if I do, you are possibly the only person who could convince him to leave. Please." His accent wasn't as thick as Harry's, his voice slightly higher as he emphasized the word "only".

"Who is this?" I ask, standing up from my bed.

"My apologies. I'm Louis Tomlinson, one of Harry's best lads." He shouts through the loud music. His voice interrupted by heavy breathing, as if he was running.

"Look Louis, you've gotta get someo-"

"Anabel, he needs you." He says sternly.

"That's not what he made me feel earlier." I bit, my fist tightening.

"Look, I know Harry can be a bit-"

"Of An asshole? An ignorant prick?" I fill in his sentence, rolling my eyes as if he could see me.

"Complicated." He clears his throat.

"But he is like that for a reason and you won't understand that right now but you will soon. Anabel, please. He needs you here." He says, sincerity in his voice. The background noise soon fading.

"I'm not his babysitter, Louis." I sigh. I'm trying not to be pulled in by his words, to believe him, but it was hard.

"You are the love of his life, though." My heart stops. I almost couldn't speak.

"Yeah, right." I whisper, hiding the hint of hope in my voice.

"Just get over here, Anabel. I'll text you the address." He says before ending the call.

The love of his life? Am I really going to allow myself to fall for this again? To believe that he actually gives a fuck? I grab a plain white shirt along with some leggings before grabbing my keys. Seems I've answered my questions. What reasons was Louis talking about? Why is he like this? What made him like this? Who did this? My mind was clouded with these thoughts that I hadn't notice how close I was already to the destination Louis had texted me.

Wait. I know this place. I park in front of the familiar bar, the music heard from outside. Blue eyes meet my hazel ones and he sends a small smile.

"Impossible that you couldn't find him in such a small place." I tell him.

"Even if I could find him, I won't be the person who will be able to get him out of here." He sighs.