Anabel || Harry Styles

14

***sexual content

**Anabel's POV

My eyes flutter open, the sunlight beaming through the peaks of the curtain hits my face. I pull the white duvets up to my head to try and sleep again when I realize something. I push myself up as I scan the oh so familiar room of Harry. Was last night a dream? Maybe. I sigh as I got up from the bed and to the shower slightly passing by the open door towards the living room. I stop at my tracks when my eyes land on the red blanket on the sofa Harry and I used last night causing an uncontrollable smile to make its way to my face.

It wasn't a dream.

After taking a short shower, I walk towards Harry's closet, grabbing his red flannel and a pair of leggings I must have left here some time ago. My cheeks flushing red at the thought. After getting fully dressed I head my way to the kitchen for breakfast at 1:00 in the afternoon, but before I could prepare some food my phone alerts me of a message. I grab my phone from Harry's room, scanning the message I had just received.

From: Harry
I'm assuming you'd be awake by now? ;) I just ran a few errands I'll be back by 3, make yourself at home.

I smile lightly, my stomach feeling fuzzy when my phone rings, taking me by surprise. An unfamiliar number pops up from the screen. I hesitantly answer before placing the device near my ear.

"Anabel, we need to talk. Its important." Zayn's voice was raspy, he breathed heavily in between words.

"Zayn? Look I'm sorry but-"

"Anabel, I promise you this won't take long. Please, we need to meet up." He was nearly begging.

I stay silent for nearly a minute before finally agreeing. His tone and the way he had begged had intrigued me of what he needed to say. Harry will be home by 3 so I had to get going. I fast pace towards the door nearly bumping into Louis.

"Anabel? Hey, where are you going?" He asks me.

"Um I- Liz called its a girl thing." I tell him, trying to sound casual.

"Well I can drive you there." Louis smiles lightly.

"No, no need. I don't want to cause you the trouble, it's completely fine." I smile back at him, before attempting to walk away when he grabs my arm in a protective way.

"Does Harry know where you're going?" He asks, slightly suspiciously.

"Um yea, he does." I say nervously and he nods, releasing my arm.

"Your car is in the repair. Look, if you don't want me to drive you, you can borrow my car instead." He places the keys in my hand before I could protest.

"Lou-"

"I insist." He shrugs before entering Harry's home as I nod, shouting a "thank you" before climbing into his car and driving off.

My eyes glued to the road as I enter the street where my home is. My heart was pacing as the row of houses become more familiar. Zayn wanted me to meet him at the park where we talked before, before I knew it my thoughts drift to what he wanted to tell me that was so urgent, but then my attention averts to the nearly black little house that was once white. Yellow tape had surrounded the premises and cops roamed the place still investigating. I swallow before speeding up to the street, the home I once knew engulfed by distance.

I soon reached the little park. I climbed out of the car, searching for the familiar face but he wasn't there. My phone vibrates, alerting me of a text, from the same number Zayn used.