Anabel || Harry Styles

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**Harry's POV

"Harold, I'm sorry." I hear Louis say.

I was pacing back and forth, in front of where Anabel's car used to be. Tugging onto my hair in frustration, as I muttered to myself.

"Har-"

"You called her?! YOU FUCKING CALLED HER HERE?!" I nearly yell, Louis keeping his posture straight.

"Yes I did, because I knew she was the only one who could get you back to your own senses." He says sternly, his arms folded against his chest.

"She saw- she saw me with another girl. She- she was so disgusted. " I stuttered, burying my face in my hands.

"FUCK I'M SO STUPID!" I yell, nails digging into my palms.

"I don't wanna lose her." I whisper to myself, sitting down against the curb, my eyes locking with the cemented street.

"Harry I-" Louis stops, a beeping sound interrupting him.

He pulls out his phone, his eyes studying what was on the screen. He looks up at me with an unreadable expression.

"What is it?" I ask him.

"Zayn is with Anabel, right now." He says, showing me his phone.

"You tracked his car?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"To know all his whereabouts." He says.

"Louis what would I do without you? Let's go." I say standing up, hearing him chuckle.

Mt thoughts then wander to Zayn and my fist tightens. What is he up to now?

**Anabel's POV

Zayn stood there with a nervous look. I don't plan to go further with this. I decide to push the door close on him but he stops me.

"Please, Anabel. Hear me out." He sighs, his voice nervous.

"What do you want?" I nearly bit.

"I know my first impression wasn't exactly the best, but I have a reason. I promise!" He says, trying to convince me.

"You drugged me, Zayn." I say, disgusted.

"I know, I know and I'm sorry. It was wrong, I was left with no choice. I had to get you out of there." He says, sincerity in his voice. I look up at him expectantly.

"Please, hear me out. I'll tell you everything." He nearly begs.

"Fine. Spill." I sigh, pulling the door open to let him in.

"But we can't talk here." He whispers, his voice shaking slightly as I give him a questioning look.

"He'll be here in a few minutes. Harry- he'll try to stop me again. If you don't feel comfortable with me driving, you can drive. We'll take your car. Anywhere just not here." He says, scratching the back of his neck. I sigh before nodding.

I let him in while I go grab my keys and a coat from my room. I return to the living room to a wandering Zayn, his eyes locked on the ground. I clear my throat to catch his attention. He looks up at me as i beckon him to leave. Soon my house was slowly engulfed by distance as we drive away. This night has been so eventful, I don't think I will ever be able to get that sleep I need and yearn for right now. We soon reach a park a mile away from my house. I stop the car near the bushes, shutting off the engine, the environment silent. I look up at Zayn waiting for him to speak as he looks at me with sincerity.