Anabelle [o.d]

#8

#8

     “IS SCAR ALRIGHT? She just passed by us, and hugged and kissed us and telling us she’s no longer going to manage us” Niall whimpered, “What did we do?”

“No dear, it’s not you!” she sat beside Niall on the bed and looked at the boys with the solemn faces, “She needs to go back home because she’s tired. She’s not getting any younger, and she just needs rest”

“Oh” Liam breathed out, “But – but we’re going to miss her”

“I know. I’m going to miss her too, but don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll visit” little white lies.

For the rest of the evening the air was gloomy in the house, for no one was expecting Scarlett’s shocking news. She was just going to leave them; she was going to leave Anabelle. No one spoke a word; the rest of the day was silence, except for the sipping of soups and the gulping of the medicines.

     IT WAS 5 AM on a Tuesday morning, Anabelle woke up due to a coughing fit from Harry again. He gulped the coughing medicine until his wheezes quieted down. The rest of the boys remained in slumber. Anabelle sat on the floor beside his head, stroking his hair which was wet from the sweat.

“You know, I think God is somehow cleansing our sins. We have all done things in our life, good and bad things, I wish to believe that this sickness is a gift from God” he explained in deep breaths, looking Anabelle deep in the eyes.

“Maybe” Anabelle shrugged, “Maybe you’re right”

“This Matty, he doesn’t deserve you”

“I know, he deserves better”

“That’s not what I meant” he rubbed his face, “I haven’t met him, and I can’t judge him, but if you’re the one who broke up with him, then something must have went wrong, because I haven’t seen a person with as much patience as you Ana” he smiled at her. The green in his eyes a dazzling sparkle.

“Thank – thank you” she chocked at her words, “Thank you so much. But I don’t even know what to think about Matty anymore. It’s over; can we not speak of it?”

“Yes, of course, I’m sorry. But you’re a good person Ana. I’m glad you’re a nurse, it suits you”

Anabelle chuckled in response and kissed Harry’s cheek, “Aren’t you cheeky? Come on, get some sleep” she got up and sat herself back on the couch as usual and fell back asleep immediately listening to Harry’s deep breaths.

     “GOD DAMMIT SOUP” Anabelle mumbled to herself as her plain white shirt was covered with soup; for she was so distracted she dropped it on her shirt. The soup was warm, not hot, for that she was glad.

At least she didn’t burn herself.

“You okay?” Harry’s soar voice called from the living room. He was watching her. Now she really felt stupid for dropping soup on her shirt.

“Yeah, just fine”

There was a knock on the door. Liam, Zayn and Louis were fast asleep. As long as grumpy Louis was asleep, she was fine.

Niall walked to the bathroom – half asleep – while Harry sat himself on the couch, crossed legs Indian style, reading a book. She didn’t take him as a guy who reads books.

She expected Scarlett at the door. But Scarlett usually just barges in. maybe the door was locked. Anabelle opened the door and her hand immediately flew to her mouth. This she was definitely not expecting.

A ragged Matty stood right in front of her with stubble on his cheeks, dark circles under his eyes and sorrow evident all over his face.  

     HE NOTICED NOTHING. Not the stain on her white shirt, or her perfect long hair in a braid, or even the fact that her face was pale.

He just wanted to hold her. Have her back.

“What… what… how did you… find me?” she stumbled on her words – he noticed that.

Maybe he noticed everything about her, just chose to ignore it. Pale as a ghost, that’s all he can see now. Where were her rosy cheeks? Her sparkling eyes, or her dazzling smile?

Why won’t she smile at him anymore?

“Can we talk?” he mumbled, looking at the floor. She was bare foot. Her toe nails covered with pink rose nail polish.

“Come in” she stepped aside allowing him entrance. He walked behind her into the living room where three men were asleep and one reading a book.

There was a bed in the middle of the living room. Odd.

“I’ll just go change my shirt” he finally looked at her shirt and acknowledged the stain.

“No need, let’s just talk”

“No, no! I’m going to change” she insisted and walked hastily to the stairs.

She was avoiding him. Even a blind man could see she was avoiding him.

Matty stood there.

“Who are you?” the curly haired man sitting on the bed with a book between his hands asked. His hair was pulled back in a maroon bandana.

Harry Styles.

Anyone would know that.

“Matty” he replied cautiously, wanting to avoid conversation.

“Oh, the ex”

Mathew Orlando at that instant hated Harry Styles and Matty rarely hates people. The ex who does he think this boy think he is? Has Anabelle mentioned him before? As the ex.

“Sorry to burst your bubble Matty, she’s kind of involved now. My mate has a thing for her and there definitely is a connection between them. You should probably go”

Matty’s heart stung even more than it did when Anabelle was breaking up with him. The room spun. He backed away from Harry Styles, as soon as he was out the house, he rain to his car, started the ignition and fled.

Matty ignored the honks of the cars that were directed towards him, due to his reckless driving. He drove away. One destination in mind.

The park.

Mathew sat on the bench that him and Anabelle usually sat on and stared at nothing. It was going to rain soon. The clouds were veiling the beautiful sun.

That made Matty feel better. He suddenly hated the sun. It reminded him of Anabelle. She always shone. Even while breaking up with him, she resembled the sun.

The clouds veiling the sun was a good thing. He suddenly hated Anabelle and really wanted her to disappear like the sun does at night.

He hated the rustling leaves, the wind, the trees, the frightened birds and most importantly, he hated this park.