Anabel || Harry Styles

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**Anabel's POV

"Harry, calm down."

"How do you expect me to calm down, Louis?"

"I know, but this is not going to do her any better either. You need to stay calm for her."

"If I hadn't noticed-"

"Harry, she's alive."

"But-"

"She's alive."

"I'm going to kill him."

"Who?"

"Zayn."

"You think it was Zayn?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Zayn can't kill her, they need her alive. They won't get what they want if she's dead."

"So what you're implying is-"

"It can't possibly be Zayn."

"So there is someone else trying to destroy Anabel?"

"I'm afraid so."

The bits of conversation had gotten me a bit distracted from waking myself up. Who were they talking about? The pain in my head interrupts my thoughts and forces me to open my eyes. I was laid down in the backseat of Harry's car, wrapped around his coat. I try to push myself up, as I try to see through the window where we were.

"Anabel, you're up. Are you okay?" Louis asks, his blue eyes meeting my confused hazel ones. Wait why am I here? And then it hits me.

"Shit." I curse. I slumped back down on my seat, as tears began to stream down my face.

"Anabel?"

I ignore Louis' call as I drowned in my own silence, staring out the window. My heart steadily beating against my chest. I fiddled with my fingers, biting my lips trying to hold back. For the first time my thoughts were silent, not a single voice in my head, even my subconscious was at a loss for words. I was mad and just- destroyed at the same time. Harry hasn't said a word to me, though he has been glancing back at me from time to time through the rear view mirror. He was also at a loss for words, who wouldn't? We soon stopped in front of his house as the cars engine goes silent. Louis was the first to step out of the car before bringing his phone up to his ear. Harry climbs out after and then opens the door for me.

"Come on." He whispers. Tonight wasn't really a night for stubbornness from me, I wasn't in the mood for it either so I oblige.

I wrap my arms around myself as I walk towards his house with him following behind me. He unlocks the door and allows me to go in first.

"I'll just have a word with Louis." He whispers before closing the door behind him, leaving me alone in his house.

**Harry's POV

"Here." Louis hands me his phone with a stern expression as I bring the device to my ear.

"Officer Payne?" I ask.

"Harold, its nice hearing your voice again." He states slightly amused, his voice deeper than I remember.

"Yeah, well the reason I called isn't so nice though." I sigh.