Anabel || Harry Styles

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**Harry's POV

My heart was pounding against my chest, my fist tightens as we barge in the front door of the old house. Louis had tracked his car that Anabel used, he also hacked the street securities which is the reason why we are here right now. I run up the stairs to check every room, the floors creaking. I stop when I hear shifting in the room at the end of the hallway. My heart races, as I pace towards the old door, Louis behind me. The sound of muffled crying had made my temper rise, causing me to kick the door open.

I couldn't even take in what my eyes had seen, all I know was Zayn Malik will never get to see the light of day again. My vision goes dark as I grab Zayn by the neck, grabbing him away from Anabel. She was now passed out, sprawled in the middle of the floor. Louis makes his way towards her, wrapping a coat around her and carrying her in his arms. My grip around Zayn's neck tightens unknowingly as I pressed him against the wall, lifting him slightly. The color of his face draining, his hands clawed at my arms trying to pry my hold away.

"Harry, the cops will be here any second. They'll deal with him." Louis says sternly.

"I want him dead." I bit.

"I know but if you kill him, they'll send you to jail too. Who'll protect Anabel, then?" He states, capturing my full attention.

I look at him and then to the girl in his arms. I sigh, finally letting go of Zayn as he fell to the ground, gasping for air. Our attentions avert to the sound of sirens.

"Take her. I'll deal with it here." He tells me as I nod, taking Anabel in my arms.

I carry her down the stairs, a cop allowing us to pass through. I place her in the front seat of my car before driving off.

***

I was pacing back and forth in my living room waiting for what the doctor has to say. I could't stay in the room with them, it kills me to see her that way. The images of what i've almost witnessed earlier had caused my fist to tighten, nails digging into my palms. I will kill him even if its the last thing I do. The doctor walks out, clearing her throat, interrupting my deadly thoughts.

"She's fine. No major physical and internal damages whatsoever, although it would be best for her to rest. She passed out because of dehydration, exhaustion and the lack of oxygen that entered her lungs but she will be just fine, just give her time to recover." She says.

"Thank you so much." I breathed out and she nods.

I lead her out the door, thanking her once again before making my way back inside. I take in a deep breath before entering my room. My side leaned against the door frame as I take in the sight. She laid there quietly, the sound of her heavy breathing heard. I was about to leave the room when I hear her cough, pushing herself up from the bed, gasping for air and screaming "Please no". I ran towards her, taking the glass of water, sitting beside her.

"Drink this." I whisper, taking her hand in mine.

She was shaking and crying. Her eyes meet mine and they widen, before I could do anything, she accidentally pushes the glass of water out of my hand causing it to fall and shatter to pieces. Her arms wrapped around me tightly, taking me by surprise. I instantly hug back as she cried against my chest.

"I'm here." I whisper, kissing the top of her head.

"I'll always be here." Tightening my arms around her in a protective way.

**Anabel's POV

I found myself engulfed in Harry's scent. I had stopped crying now, finding comfort in his embrace. I could stay in this position forever. Then I remember the events that had occurred, sending shivers down my spine, my skin prickling. I pull away, looking up at him.