Harry's Point Of View
Why did my best friend have to be so... Fit?
I know I have a girlfriend, and I know my eyes should only be checking her out, but Annabel..
First it was at the beach. When she wore that white bikini I just couldn't help but look at her. Her flat, toned stomach. Her curvey legs that were short, yet seemed as if they went on for miles. The way her long, brown hair flowed down her back. Her fit bum..
Okay. Snap out of it Harry, seriously. You have a girlfriend.
Yet I still can't help but check out Annabel. Especially when she appeared in that elevator the night of the KCA's. The way her light pink dress went with her tan perfectly and hugged her curves. They way her muscles in her legs were revealed from her high heels. Her hair. Her face.
Everything about Annabel was breathtaking, and she didn't even notice. Our song What Makes You Beautiful? Yeah, it definitely suits her.
That entire night I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I know it sounds horrible. She's been my best friend for years. I shouldn't be having these thoughts about her. But why have they only began recently?
And then at the afterparty. Everything was perfect. We were laughing, drinking, and just having a great time. And then Josh Hutcherson showed up. Don't get me wrong, he's very cool. He's easy to get along with and hilarious. And apparently, charming.
Annabel definitely took interest in him. When he walked over and Louis introduced Emily and her, the first thing I noticed was Josh. The way he looked at Annabel. Like the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Then when he spoke to her so smoothly and kissed her hand, I noticed Annabel and the way she lit up. Her blush and shyness. Her cuteness.
In a quick moment, just a moment, I wanted it to be me who made her light up like that. But I immediately shook that thought from my head.
They didn't exchange numbers. They didn't make a plan to meet up again. I knew that the odds of them seeing each other were slim, but a part inside of me hated him. Or envied him rather.
Was I jealous? Or was I just being protective over Annabel? I definitely did not want to see her get hurt.
I went with the second option, but deep down, I knew that wasn't the reason.
Annabel's Point Of View
I went to the hotel the night of the KCA's feeling as if I was floating on a cloud. I was so happy and conent with everything in my life. The night was absolutely perfect.
I knew I wasn't going to see Josh again, so I didn't get my hopes up. But deep down, I wanted so badly to just see him one more time. Would we exchange numbers? Would he ask me out? Oh, the possibilities.
Yet I couldn't help but notice how strange Harry acted the rest of the night. He was so quiet and just seemed off. His eyes never met mine once, not even when we were talking. He tried to avoid me at all costs.
I ignored it, though. I wasn't going to let his weird mood get me down that night. I decided to just talk to him before we went to bed.
I changed into a pair of short pajama shorts with a white t-shirt. I combed through my hair leaving in it's waves. It was going on 3 AM and to say I was tired was an understatement.
After brushing my teeth and cleaning the make-up off of my face, I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom Harry and I shared. He sat at the edge of the bed messing around on the laptop in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants.
