Anabelle [o.d]

#10

#10

     ANABELLE SAT HERSELF in the guest room. She wasn’t sure if Matty had a shift or no, it was nine at night. She needed to call him though, to apologise for Harry’s former stupidity. She stared at her phone, the number she had memorised haunting her.

Finally, she dialled his number, and awaited an answer. He didn’t even bother to reply. She called again for three more times. The fourth time was the last time, that is until finally the dial tone stopped and there was a reply at the other end of the phone.

“Stop calling him!” She should have expected Claire to answer.

“Please put Matty on the phone” Anabelle held her ground.

“He doesn’t want to speak to you”

“Put Matthew on the phone Claire”

“N-“

“You need to stop being a fucking bitch and put Matty on the phone before I personally come over and beat you up”

“What the-“

“Hello Anabelle”

Anabelle couldn’t believe she allowed herself to speak such foul language to Claire, or to anyone. She was having a really bad day. She had already cursed Harry, and now it was Claire, what has gotten into her.

“Matty… hi” she breathed out, she was now speechless again, “I just – I just want to apologise for what Harry said”

“It doesn’t matter anymore Ana”

“It does, I’m really sorry. Seems like all I’m doing is apologising today…” she sighed, “Look, I didn’t know about Niall liking me, or whatever, there’s nothing going on between me and anyone, but that doesn’t give me the need to justify anything to you anymore Matty. We’re over, and if there’s any more hope you’re holding on to, you shouldn’t” she sat herself on the floor, “Listen to me carefully, I didn’t tell you why I broke up with you. You deserve to know. What’s my favourite colour?”

“What?” the question startled him, “You broke up with me because of this?”

“Just answer the damn question”

“I don’t know, orange? Why does it matter?”

“It matters because these are the small things I care about. Like I know your favourite colour is red, and you know that Claire’s favourite colour is green, but you don’t bother knowing that my favourite colour is blue Matty. Or that I had a haircut the day I broke up with you. Or that I don’t even like wearing ear rings yet you buy them for me every time you have the chance to get me a gift. But, you somehow know everything Claire does every single second of your life. I was jealous, but I’m not anymore. I want you to stop being oblivious. You are indeed in love with Claire, and you need to tell her Matty. She loves you too, but you’re just so stuck in the air that you can’t see what’s going on around you. I got fed up from it, but Claire hasn’t. That should mean something to you” she took a deep breath, “Fix things with Claire and be happy Matty, you would have never been as happy with me as you would be with Claire”

“I- I-” he was quite for long seconds, “I have shift now, goodbye”

“Goodbye Matty”

After hanging up, Anabelle felt a weight being lifted off her chest. For she has finally confessed the truth to Matty. She was tired of her little white lies, or of trying to make people feel better all the time and hiding her feelings. Maybe, Claire and Matty will end up together eventually, maybe that should make her feel better to bring two people together. Except that that happens to be her ex-boyfriend.

Nevertheless, Anabelle smiled and went downstairs and sat with the group of five boys that have been a pain in the ass for the past four days.

     “ARE ANY OF you feeling better?” the nurse asked the next early morning, not that early, it was 11 am.

“If we say yes, you’ll have to leave” Harry commented. Anabelle chuckled and playfully slapped his arm.

“Louis, how are you doing?” she addressed grumpy Louis.

“Okay” he said without looking at her.

“Can someone please explain why is grumpy pants grumpy?” she asked loudly and playfully the boys she was sitting with in the living room having fun with.

“Because the wuss misses his girlfriend” Liam says, “And she can’t come because unlike some people, she actually has university to study for”

“Shut up Liam” Louis said. Still not turning his face towards any of them.

“Well, we need to cheer Louis up, should we not?” Anabelle cheered. She ran over to the couch and sat on his hips – since he was sitting side ways – “What are we going to do with you Louis Tomlinson?”

“Well, for starters, you can get off me”

“N- uh!” she wiggled her finger in his face, “We need to keep your mind off your university girlfriend. Let’s talk. Tell me about your experiences on the road”

“I’m not in the mood Ana”

“He addressed me” Anabelle cheered, standing up with her hands flying in the air, “Thee Louis Tomlinson called me Ana”

The boys laugh and she caught the hint of a smile on Louis’ face.

“Are we reaching any progress?”

“Maybe” he mumbled, still grumpy.

“Seriously, all of you, tell me about your funny stories on the road, I’m tired of making soup and giving medicines” she sat herself at the end of Louis’ couch this time instead of Harry’s and listened eagerly as each one of the boys spoke over each other telling stories and exaggerating just a little bit.

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