Runaway Annabelle {Harry Styles}

Chapter 3- The Bungalow

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 Chapter 3 


The next morning Anne woke me up, telling me that Harry was getting ready to take me to their family's bungalow. I quickly changed into some of Gemma's jeans and a long sleeved t- shirt that said 'Jack Willis' on it, ran a brush through my hair, and came downstairs with my duffel bag in hand. Harry was standing by the front door, talking to his mum in hushed voices.

"But what about the lads? They’re suppose to come over in a couple weeks" Harry asked his mum. 

"Don't worry. I called their mums this morning and told them that you won't be able to come" Anne assured Harry. 

As soon as I step on the floor, Harry grabbed his duffel bag by the door and started to head out. Anne stood right were she was, looking at where her son had just left with a worried expression on her face. 

"Thank you Anne, for everything" I tell her. 

"Oh, it was no problem at all" Anne tells me, reaching in for a hug. "Now if there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask,” she says as we pull away from the hug. 

"I will. Thank you again!" I call, closing the door behind me. 

I walk toward the Range Rover that was parked in the driveway and where Harry was sitting in the driver's seat. Opening the car door, I slide in placing my bag right below my feet. Harry says nothing as he pulls out of the driveway and onto the road. As we drive by, I look around at the scenery around us. The trees were starting to turn a light orangish color and a few leaves had fallen here and there- signaling that fall was just around the corner.

We existed out of the neighborhood and turn onto the highway. I sneaked a glance at Harry and still found him in the fixed position that he was in earlier: hands on the wheel, eyes straight ahead, and saying nothing. Well, if he wanted to be that way, then fine. 

About twenty minutes passed by and I grew tired of resting my head on the window. Harry still said nothing to me the whole time. Tired of the silence, I reach into my bag and pull out the diamond ring that Nicholas tried to give me as a proposal. I open the box and pull out the ring, trying to see if there was any tracking device on there. I figured sense the ring has so much value that it would at least have some tracking device on it. 

"That's a pretty ring" Harry suddenly tells me, scaring me, causing me to almost drop the ring. 

I look up at him, confusion probably written all over my face. "What?" he asks noticing my confused expression. 

"No- nothing" I stammer, continuing my search for the tracking device. Why the heck did I even bring this with me?

"Who gave it to you?" 

Again, I glance up at Harry, wondering why now all of the sudden he's being so friendly to me. Shouldn't he probably know who gave it to me? At least a pretty good guess? 

"Um, Nicholas gave it to me" I answer him, daring not to explain more than he needs to know. 

Harry scrunches up his eyebrows as if seeming to remember something. "Prince Nicholas of..." Harry trails off, not remembering where Nicholas was from. I almost have to restrain myself from rolling my eyes at him.