Sweet Mistake

The need to know

Annabelle's POV

"You have to tell me Annabelle. I just want to know if you love me." Zayn's eyes filled with tears that glistened from the city lights in the night sky.

"I do. I just-"

"What about me?" Niall's Irish accent cracked.

"Niall... I-"

"I can't believe you. After what we've been through?" Harry snapped.

"I can't do this!" I screamed.

"Annabelle I know we've never been together, but you matter so much to me." Liam said with pain in his voice.

They all spoke at once. I couldn't think. I couldn't speak. I just plugged my ears to the best of my ability and screamed. I screamed and screamed but it wouldn't end. It was never ending. The boys voices mixing together. Them all begging desperately for me. I began to cry. And fell to my knees.

"Annabelle. Annabelle. Please." They all seemed to scream longingly. I can't take this. I managed to think.

I jumped up and ran to the edge of the roof and stood there staring down the side of the 25 story building. Everything got silent. For a split second. It was quiet. You could've heard a feather drop.

"NO!" They hollered in unison. A single step. That's all it took. The voices ended. I was so weightless. My hair flowing above me as I fell with a gracefulness that is unexplainable.

I fell for the longest time. Just flying. Until finally I met the ground.

I screamed and lashed around in an unfamiliar bed.

"Annabelle? Are you okay?" Liam woke up startled.

"Wha- where... Where..." I frantically looked around breathless.

"You're okay." He yawned.

I leaned back and wiped the cold sweat off of my forehead. My body was shaking. Liam wrapped his arm around me and tried comforting me.

He didn't ask questions. Just let me cry. I didn't know what to do anymore. This shit is too much for me. One Direction has ruined me. My life. It's dumb. I should be excited right? Over joyed? All the boys fawning over me like a pack of love sick puppies. But I fucking hate it. As you can tell. From my dreams of jumping off of a building. It seemed like Liam was the only one who didn't think anything of us except for a friendship. And I like that. The fact that he's NOT obsessed with me is what keeps me going. Honestly, I miss not being recognized. Not being known as the girl who travels with them and "sleeps around". Just Annabelle. I liked not being known, not exsisting to anyone who met me out of chance. But I guess I did meet Harry out of chance. When he ran into me. And helped me with the sacks and then at the bakery. But then again it was also chance that I met Niall and Zayn right before I had to go to work and decided to go to the pond. This is bull shit. Stop thinking Annabelle. Stop.

"I'm gunna step out." I pulled away from Liam.
"Okay, babe. Don't wander though." He let me go.
"I'm not a child, Liam. You don't have to monitor me." I snapped. "Fuck, i'm sorry." I said quickly after.
"It's fine. Just go on." He smiled slightly. I stepped out of the humid room and shut the door behind me. I made my way to the elevator and pressed the up arrow. I looked at my phone while I waited, it's almost 5 am. I'm suprised no one is up and about yet. The lift dinged and slowly opened. A young man stood inside, he was wearing a crisp suit and had a briefcase. He was quite stunning if i'm honest. I stepped in glancing at him. He had a thick head of dark slicked hair, grey eyes, and stubble. The door closed and I pressed the button for the roof.