Your Reason~Harry Styles/1D Fanfiction

Louis Tomlinson Must Die

I’ll Be Your Reason to be My Love

Chapter Twelve:

Louis Tomlinson Must Die

February 20th, 2011

---Annabel’s Point of View---

Mother of God. Harry Styles is seated so close to me. I’ll never admit it to anybody, but he was my favourite member of the band. I don’t know, there was something about him that drove me crazy and made my heart skip ten extra beats whenever I heard his voice. I kept stealing glances at him from across the table to see what he was doing. He still hadn’t budged from the last time I saw him, stabbing the table with a fork.

Geez, by the time he’s done there’s going to be a massive hole in the table.

I’d say it was definitely anger management worthy. I then glanced over to Evie and Louis who were laughing up a storm at something ridiculous probably. From what I could tell, Louis really liked Evie . . . Honestly, I had no idea who she liked. She was so mysterious about the whole thing actually. Ah well, I guess this finally confirmed that Larry Stylinson wasn’t real. Harry looked up from his intent glare on the table. His eyes met mine and we shared eye contact for what seemed like a while, when it hit me.

Harry Styles was staring at me.

Oh, God, please don’t make me look stupid. All right, now this was just getting plain awkward. Reyna, Liam, and Zayn were all consumed in their food, stopping idly to chat about random nonsense. Actually, I was still so confused about all of this. Reyna and Liam had . . . a thing going on?! What the hell happened to Danielle? What if the press found out about all of this?

Well, whatever. I wasn’t going to say anything, obviously, but it all seemed so suspicious to me.

Evie and Louis looked like a couple. I didn’t want to say anything about that either since you know, I thought Evie and Harry were an item. I don’t know, I think this night just jacked everything up. I’d totally need to talk to her about it though, I think life is getting so much more interesting and drama filled now.

But seriously, Evie kept batting her eyelashes, flipping her hair, giggling hysterical at every little thing Louis said. It was actually vom-inducing.

I was still staring at Harry Styles. And he was still staring at me. He looked crushed and I honestly felt bad for him. I knew exactly what he felt like. I mean, hello, of course he really super liked Evie and here she was flirting with his best friend right in front of his face. Ugh, this was absolutely DISGUSTING. I wanted to stop it, but I’m not sure there would be a way that I could without losing a friend here. I’d need to talk to them all separately; since, I needed some answers here and was confused as hell.

Just leave it all to Annabel.

Since we still hadn’t broken our gaze, I decided to speak to Harry first. I finally looked away from him and motioned to the back of the restaurants where the bathrooms were located so we could go talk. He took my hint and scooted silently out of the booth. Wow. Nobody even noticed. Now it was my turn to escape. But how? Evie and Louis were both hogging my way to squeeze out of the booth and if I asked them to move, somehow I don’t think they would hear me.

You know what, screw it. I’m climbing over them. I mean, it’d be the only way they’d acknowledge anyone else’s presence at the moment. I pulled my bum off of the seat and placed it on Louis’ lap so that I could gesture my leg over his and Evie’s so that I could take one big step and be out of this disaster. When I was finally free, I muttered a ‘sorry’ only to see that they completely ignored that whole escapade. Well, all right then.