Anabelle [o.d]

#7

#7

MONDAY MORNING WAS as tiring as Saturday and Sunday have been for Anabelle. For all she did was cook soup and give medicines and tuck grown men with pink blankets. Had they not all been asleep right now, she would have already torn all her hair out. Her name has been repeatedly chanted by each five of them - even Louis - and she was getting tired of her own name.

She sat on the same couch as Harry has been lying in for the past two days, with his legs tucked in close to him to give her space, and switched on the TV. The living room - even though spacious - was very congested. And it smelled like sick people.

Anabelle was used to it. But anyone from the outside who would come in would think a dead body resided in the living room.

The brunette surfed the TV, going from channels to channels. Nothing was appealing to her. Cooking shows, no she did not cook, fashion shows, no she did not do fashion, it would be lucky if she left the house with jeans, she even dared to skip the doctor shows because she thought they were all fake and only seek money.

In the end, she glanced at the boys, who were all in deep slumber, and ended up watching Cartoon Network. Spongebob was on, which was oddly her favourite show. She lowered the volume to one bar, and tucked her feet under her body and eagerly watched with a smile on her face.

"Are you watching spongebob?" a voice startled her into a jump. She looked at the body beside her, with puffy eyes; Harry Styles was examining her with the ghost of a smile on his face.

Anabelle blushed and covered her face shaking her head with embarrassment, "There was absolutely nothing to watch"

Harry shifted himself from facing the couch to facing the TV, with his hands tucked under his head, "Can I watch with you?"

"Of course"

And for the next two hours, Harry and Anabelle silently watched cartoons together. Not that the silence was uncomfortable, not at all, it resembled the silence of two best friends together enjoying themselves without spoken words.

Not that Harry was Anabelle's best friend, but he was such a nice guy, and his tall body being tucked in together resembled a child. She wouldn't mind him being her best friend at all. Anabelle needed friends after all, for she had no one anymore.

"WHOY'S MATTY?" HARRY'S voice brought Anabelle back to reality. She moved her eager eyes from the TV to Harry in shock. For how did he know about Matty?

"Hmm?" she asked, just in case she was imagining his question.

"Your phone, on the table, it's on silent and this person named Matty keeps calling" he explained, gesturing to her iphone on the coffee table.

Anabelle snatched her phone, and yes, there has been three miscalls from Matty indeed. She deleted them from her log, and placed the phone back on the coffee table. She glanced back at the TV and slowly and carefully answered Harry's curiosity, "My ex-boyfriend"

"Oh" is all he said before he fell into silence for five minutes, and spoke again. His curiosity really got the best of him, "What happened?"

"We just didn't work out I guess"

"I'm sorry"

"It's okay, I'm the one who ended it" and with that she closed the TV and walked over to the kitchen for she wanted this conversation to end.

AT EXACTLY FOUR in the evening Scarlett stumbled into the house, in a pair of jeans and an oversized shirt. This shocked Anabelle, and so it did the other boys, for there were six pairs of eyes staring shockingly at the woman who had her hair in a ponytail.

Anabelle can't even remember the last time that her aunt has left the house without a fancy bun, or a suit. It immediately worried Anabelle, something was wrong!

"Are you alright?" Anabelle hurried into the living room from the kitchen - where she was washing the dishes, "What happened to you?"

"What makes you think anything has happened dear?" Scarlett hugged Anabelle and kissed her forehead, "I just need to speak to you about something important, let's go into the guest room" Anabelle nodded and followed her aunt into the guest room, leaving five pairs of eyes to follow their move until they disappeared upstairs.

The guest room was as tidy as ever, for it remained untouched. The suitcase was on the bed, opened, and the bed was untouched. Anabelle has been sleeping in the living room, so she can answer to the cries calling her name after midnight.

Scarlett moved the bag and sat at the edge of the bed, crossing her legs together.

"I'm going back to the farm"

That struck Anabelle in shock. They have not been back home for the past ten years.

"What the hell Scar? Are you alright? Why?" Anabelle stumbled on her words.

"I'm not happy with this job anymore Annie" Annie "I quit yesterday, and I'm tired, I'm just getting too old. My blood pressure is going to explode, I need some rest, and I'm going back home"

"But, but, mother is there and-"

"Yes, I know dear, but that is still our home. And my time here is done. I will really miss you, promise you'll visit"

She couldn't make that promise. She vowed to never step a foot back home.

"Y-yes, of course" Little white lies. Anabelle got up and hugged her aunt tight. She couldn't understand what has happened to have lead her aunt to go back home. They were escaping that place, not running back to it for asylum. Nevertheless, Scarlett had her wishes, and if her wish is to go back to the farm, then so be it.

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hiii, so guys U'm gonna post all the chapters right now, last one later cuz I still haven't written it, soz. but i just wanna get this over with, so just posting them all x enjooooy!

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