Anabelle [o.d]

#2

#2

     THE WINDOW WAS opened. Warm air drifted through carrying the smell of the flowers that were placed outside at the front door. Anabelle craved being outside in the sunshine, but luck wasn’t on her side today – or the next two weeks. For the window is now closed – due to Liam’s request who has woken up from the freezing air.

“Is it better now?” Anabelle asked as she closed the window that was placed on the wall that was right above the king sized bed – which was still oddly still located in the living room.

“A bit” he coughed and snuggled closer to the pink blanket, not caring that he was the least bit manly in front of an attractive girl like Anabelle.

Anabelle smiled at him – to which he didn’t respond back – and walked over to Niall who was still lying on the floor. Bending down she spoke softly to the blonde who looked the most vulnerable.

“How about we get you into bed, beside Liam, I’m sure there’s space” she spoke tenderly as if she was conveying the news of no camp this summer to an eight year old.

“No – I’m comfortable on the floor”

“How so? The ground is freezing cold –“ as if on cue, Niall shivered, “Come on” she helped him up slowly and over to the king sized bed, “I’ll get you a blanket – which is your room?”

“First on the left” he replied and closed his eyes wrapping his arms around himself.

Anabelle went in search of Niall’s bedroom in the beautiful house. Making her way up the stairs, there was one long corridor with bedrooms on each side; three on the right and three on the left. Reminding herself of where Niall instructed her the room is located, she moved to the first room on the left.

Opening the door, she walked in into a disaster. The room was an absolute mess that she cringed. Dirty – or clean – clothes were scattered around the floor. She even stepped on a pair of underwear – due to which she shivered, were they or were they not clean? A laptop laid on an untidy bed, with the charger on the floor beside the door – she nearly stepped on it and twisted her ankle. A guitar was also lying on the untidy bed due to which Anabelle smiled at, she loved playing the guitar. Her fingers twitched at the sight of it but she contained herself and ignored the pile of clothes on the floor as she grabbed the hopefully clean blanket from the bed and closed the door behind her making her way back to the living room.

“Here” she spread the blanket over Niall – who was squeezed in a shaking ball – and tucked it around him properly – much like his mother used to do before kissing his forehead goodnight.

“T-thanks”

Anabelle smiled.

“Soup anybody?” she asked cheerfully, although the mood in the room was sunken. Between shaking, sniffing, coughing and sneezing there was nothing cheerful in this room. It was the absolute opposite from the sunny weather outside that Anabelle wished she could relish in.

Grumbling was only heard from the five boys – or four she couldn’t make out.

“Um I’ll make some anyway” she said unsure of herself as she walked over to the kitchen – which was located right in front of the living room in open air, the counter shelf being the only separation between the living room and the moderate kitchen.

It seemed like the kitchen has not been used in a while. She assumed it was because the boys are in the verge of death – metaphorically of course. She traced the smooth marble counter with the tips of her long fingers – there was no trace of any dust. There were about six shelves hanging on the wall, a large grey fridge placed at the right side of the kitchen against a wall, the counter that was against the wall – under the shelves – had a microwave located on it safely, beside it was an unused bag of popcorn that was yet to be heated, the stove was placed between two counters against a wall on the left of the kitchen side.