Anabelle [o.d]

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     THE SHORTS THAT were lying on the neatly made bed, with the tank top were thrown into a suit bag. The sun was not going to reach anywhere on the brunette, Anabelle Grier, skin anytime soon. She had thought she was going to allow her skin some sunshine, since it wasn’t raining, but the abrupt news on the phone ruined her plans this pleasant evening.

“What could possibly be so important that I have to pack my damn bags” Anabelle grumbled to herself – quite pissed at her aunt. She threw in extra undergarments, two pairs of jeans, sweaters, shirts, two shorts and no dresses, or skirts. She didn’t know how long she was staying over at where her aunt is sending her – the address already in a text message in her phone.

What was important is that she had extra undergarments.

Slipping on her converse – having dressed in knee shorts and a white tank top – she strolled her suitcase into the trunk of her car, still frustrated with her aunt. Stupid milk, she thought to herself. If she knew Scarlett was going to hold it against her she wouldn’t have begged her to get her the milk for her oh-so-important cereal.

Glancing at the address three times trying to contemplate which route to take, Anabelle drove into the streets of London. Bastille’s album blasted through the car as she sang loudly to the songs trying to avoid the negative energy that was surrounding her – her anger.

Patience Anabelle, good things come to those who wait, she chanted in her brain continuously until she found her positive aura. She was no longer upset as she locked her car standing in front of a complex of houses. She had parked her car in the parking lot beside expensive looking cars that made her grey Honda fit look like garbage.

“Rich people” she mumbled under her breath and walked over to house number 17F as Scarlett has instructed in the text message.

In front of the house was a small set of three stairs leading to the door, in which Anabelle walked very patiently towards, examining the potted flowers at each side of the door and the flowery brown welcome carpet on the floor. Two big glass windows were on each side of the door – in which she didn’t peak into of course – but instead pressed the button that echoed the ringing of a bell inside the house.

Anabelle awaited the arrival of someone to open the door for approximately five seconds. She was pulled into the entrance by long arms, that being her aunt, Scarlett.

“Good riddance you’re here Annie”

“Annie?” Anabelle raised her perfectly sculpted dark eyebrow, “Oh god Scar, what have you done?” Anabelle has been either called Ana or Belle by her family members, Annie being the name they called her with when they carried bad news – and of course her full name happens to be mentioned when she used to be in trouble.

“I didn’t do anything” Scarlett looked quite insulted her niece would think she did something bad – although, most of her news were bad news mostly, like when she crashed Anabelle’s car against a pole, but that was another tale to be told, “I just have a tiny problem”

“Doesn’t seem so tiny”

Anabelle was escorted by Scarlett into the living room where the five boys were still sprawled on the couches, beds and floor.

“Is that-“ Anabelle held her tongue quite shocked at the appearance of the boys. She knew her aunt was managing them, but wasn’t really expecting her first meeting with the boys to be like, well, this. “Are they alright?” she turned to her aunt confused.

“They’re all so sick, and I-I don’t know what to do” Scarlett rubbed her face, taking a seat on the chair that was against the dining table, “I had to cancel most of their schedules, and they don’t look so good, and this was such a busy week, and oh god look at this, I’m greying, look what these boys have done to me” she rambled.

Anabelle stifled a laugh as she faced the boys one more time, scanning them from the blonde to the brunette. Liam Payne, the boy with the always perfectly jelled hair was asleep – clearly shivering – covered in a blanket on the king sized bed which was in the middle of the… living room! Niall Horan, his blonde hair covering his bright blue eyes wasn’t even paying attention to Anabelle’s presence as he stared at the distance trying not to sneeze – or sneeze, he wasn’t sure. Harry Styles’s perfect curls were pushed back lazily by a bandana as he took over the couch, his long legs dangling at the end, his face covered into a pillow with his back facing hers, not bothering to move an inch. Zayn Malik sat at the chair at the far end of the dining table, with his head lying down on his crossed arms on the table. Lastly, Louis Tomlinson was hogging the couch as well with curious eyes staring at Anabelle, the only one who acknowledged her presence.

A sneeze startled Anabelle, as she realized it was Niall who was already struggling with his sneeze. She felt quite a comfort for him.

“Will you help me Annie?” Scarlett broke the silence in the living room.

“Of course Scar, just don’t call me Annie will you?” she teased. Placing her bag beside the dining table, she sat at the seat beside Scarlett who plugged her with information about what she should do for the next two weeks.

“You seem to forget I’m a nurse, Scar” Anabelle interrupted the hastily speaking Scarlett, “I know what to do love, don’t you worry about it. I’ll get settled in the guest room, now go on, go back to your job”

Scarlett got up and hugged Anabelle tightly to her chest, thankful that she has such an amazing helpful niece and left abruptly the building after bidding the boys a get well soon.

     “RIGHT” ANABELLE TURNED around from the door where Scarlett has departed through and scanned the sick boys, “I’m Anabelle, feel free to call me Ana or Belle, um, I’m going to put my bag in the guest room and I’ll make you lads some soup, how does that sound?” she smiled charmingly at them.

“Huh soup?” Harry turned around from where his face was facing the pillow and looked startled that there was another person in their house, “Who are you?”

“I just- never mind, I’m Anabelle”

“What are you doing here?”

“Taking care of you for the next two weeks boys”

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I imagine Anabelle to be, Emilia Clarke, picture on the side x 

Thank you for reading, 

H