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Surprises, Wallpaper & Liam

Ch 6 Surprises, Wallpaper & Liam

 Anne wasn’t usually the kind of lady to plan surprises, and it was hard for her to keep a secret. This is why today was such an alarmingly bizarre day.

 I joined Anne at her kitchen table as usual. She put the kettle on and fetched our favorite afternoon tea from the cupboard as I put away the fresh groceries I grabbed for her at the shoppers market before stopping by. Things felt normal and I was glad to be back into a sane and familiar routine that did not involve chasing pop stars across the globe.

 At first Anne did not bring up Harry at all, making small talk about the last few weeks, school and whatnot. I was buzzing inside about to burst wanting her to ask the magic question: “So, have you talked to Harry?”

 I thought my brain had imagined it, but no, she really was asking now.

 “I haven’t actually.” I said sadly, realizing this was the one person it may make a difference to that my relationship was deteriorating. I mean, Harry lived with me, we had cats together, but he hadn’t been home in months, plus he was blatantly ignoring me, even in person! Things had gotten out of hand and out of control. I had a feeling that Anne was the only one that could help me now.

 “Tell me about it.” Annie prodded, concern on her face.

 “I don’t know if there’s much to tell. I think that harry just might be moving on with his life now, and there’s no room in it for me anymore. I’m just Cheshire and he’s L.A, I guess.” I said, admitting the truth to myself finally.

 My poor cats were victims of a broken home!

 “I don’t know if that’s true love.” Anne said softly, standing up and fiddling with her cabinet doors, facing away from me. “Harry’s always loved you dearly, I can’t imagine what could be going through that boys head right now…” She seemed to drift away deep in thoughts.

 “I miss him so much, but you know that feeling. You miss him even more than I could.” If Harry was ignoring me, he was ignoring Anne too by not returning to Cheshire. He was hurting us both.

 “Could you join me in the other room Lexi?” Anne turned suddenly to me, escaping the trap of thoughts she had been fraying off into.

 I nodded, concerned with how jumpy she had become and followed her into the next room.

 I had never received such a shock in my life to come face to face with Harry Styles sitting pensively on Anne’s living room couch.

 My breath caught in my throat as every emotion I had been feeling since L.A came rushing back up and my eyes filled to the brim with tears, threatening to tip over my eyelids and cascade down my face. I bit them back as best as I could, unsure how to handle this situation. I wanted to throw myself into the safety of his tanned arms, but I also wanted to smack him upside his face for making my heart ache, and for abandoning me.

He remained silent, and I was tired of his silence. Too long had there not been a word out of his mouth for me. I opened my mouth to speak, probably very angry hate filled words, but they never found a voice to say them. My mouth just hung open dumbly as Anne stepped out of the room and Harry stood up to catch me before I even realized I was falling towards him.

 We held each other tight, just standing there in the world’s most tackiest living room where the couch pattern matched the wallpaper’s splotchy gargantuan red roses. It was easy to ignore the loudness of the walls when we were standing together in an overwhelming silence that never seemed to end. I curled my fingers into his hair in a familiar way, remembering its softness and burying my face into the cotton of his shirt, the scent of him calming my nerves.