Runaway Annabelle {Harry Styles}

Chapter 4- Worries and Risks

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Chapter 4- Worries and Risks

Annabelle's POV 

The next couple of days trudged on with Harry. It was really boring if you ask me, just doing absolutely nothing all day with another person in the house, whom you rarely talk to. During the day, Harry would usually take naps or watch the Telly. I, on the other hand, drew random objects around the house and eventually finished that hilarious, but adorable, sketch of Harry falling asleep on the couch. 



It was Tuesday; just five days after I escaped from the Palace, that Harry and I actually started talking to each other. We both were sitting on the couch across from each other, I drawing a flower from a nearby vase, while Harry had just awoken from another one of his naps.

He yawned, stretched out, and sat up on the couch. “What are you doing?” he asked me.

I answered him,” Drawing”

“Can I see?”

“No” I say very forcefully, my tone of voice probably scaring him.

My threat of trying to keep him away was not very successful because the next thing you know, Harry’s sitting right next to me on the couch. I close my sketchbook, my hand lying very firmly on the cover.

“Can I please just have a look?” Harry begs me. His hand lays over mine, causing my hand to feel all tingly.

“No” I still say, looking up into his eyes. Harry’s hand does not move away from mine the slightest bit.

“Why not?” Harry asks me, his voice just above a whisper and a pout forming over his lips.

“Because I do not like other people looking at my drawings,” I answer him, still looking into his vibrant green eyes. 

“What if I promise you that I’m not going to judge your drawings?”

A sigh escapes my lips as I look at the cover of my sketchbook, where Harry’s hand was still over mine. I knew he wasn’t going to leave until he got his way.

“Fine” I tell him.

Harry grins as I hand him my sketchbook. The moment his hand leaves mine, my hand feels very cold. Flipping the pages, Harry’s smile never leaves his face, taking in every little line, forming a picture. He finally finds the page where I drew him sleeping on the couch, a hearty laugh leaving his lips. 

“This is amazing! You are an incredible artist!” Harry tells me when he finishes looking at all of my drawings. This makes my heart swell with pride because I have never shared any of my drawings with anyone- Harry is the first person I have ever showed them to.

“Thank you” I tell him quietly.

“Which one is your favorite?” Harry asks. 

I motion him to hand me the book and he does as I flip through the pages carefully, trying to find my favorite one. After finding it, I hand the book back to Harry for him to look at the drawing. It was one of my favorite pictures of my brother, Prince Harry, and I at William’s wedding. Prince Harry was wearing his solder uniform, while I was wearing my dress, and holding my bouquet of flowers. At the bottom of the picture I had a sentence that read:

When you finally go off to war, remember all the fun times we had as kids. I always felt closer to you than William because you were younger and William wasn’t as fun as you were. (Please don’t tell him I said that) I’m going to be how mum would have been if she was still here- worried sick about your safety; but this is what you want to do and I can’t be in the way of this. Just please tell me that you will be home for Christmas at least.

Love your worried sick sister,

Annabelle

I hadn’t realized that I was crying until Harry gave me a hug and started to wipe away my tears. Seeing one of my brothers going into war is the scariest experience ever. I don’t want Harry to get hurt, or even killed.

“Shh, it’s alright” Harry cooed me as he tired to calm me down.

Harry and I stayed like this until I stopped crying and all my tears where gone.

“Sorry, I just don’t want him to go to war” I explain to Harry.

“It’s alright. I would be scared too if one of my family members was going into war to fight” Harry tells me.

I gave Harry a small smile to assure him that I was all right.

“You know what you need?” Harry asked me. I shook my head, not knowing what I needed. “You need some tea. Tea makes everything better!” I chucked to myself as Harry rose up from the couch and headed into the kitchen to make us some tea. It’s really the little things in life that can make anyone smile. Also, tea was something William would say to me to try and cheer me up. It’s like they are very similar in these little ways but completely different.

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Prince William’s POV

“So, what is our next move?” Grandmother asked everyone who was seated around the table in one of our office rooms. We were having yet another meeting about Annabelle. Nothing had been found yet and everyone was getting very worried. She would be in Australia for all we knew. 

“A public announcement?” one of the guards suggested. Murmurs went around the table in agreement with the guard. 

“So it’s settled than? A public announcement will be made on the television tomorrow broadcasting all over the world” Grandmother announced.

“Should there be a reward for finding her?” I suggested.

“Yes! Of corse there should be a reward” grandmother scribbled something down on the piece of paper in front of her. “That is all. You are all dismissed”

Everyone rose up from their seats and headed out of the room. Harry, my brother, ran up to me and started to walk with me up the stairs.

“What if we don’t find her?” Harry questioned me as we landed on the second floor.

“Don’t worry we’ll find her” I assure him. “We have to find her” I whispered to myself.

We have to find Annabelle. 

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