Runaway Annabelle {Harry Styles}

Chapter 5- "I'm Leaving"

Hello! Sorry for the wait, I've been really busy latley! I hope this chapter is long to make up for it. 

Random shoutout to @Smilypenguin99 for her comment on the last chapter. 

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Chapter 5- "I'm Leaving" 

Annabelle's POV 

“Hey, Harry” I greet Harry as I walked into the kitchen the next evening.

“Hey” was his simple response. 

I look around in the cabinets for the teapot when I hear Harry turn off the telly and get up from the couch, coming into the kitchen with me. Ignoring him, I walked out of the kitchen to grab something in my room, when Harry told me something that made my blood turn cold with fear. 

“Do you have any idea how much your worth?”

Freezing in my tracks, I turned around to see Harry standing a few feet away from me with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He wasn’t just asking this as a question; he was dead serous.

“Or have any idea how much trouble I’m in, if you were to get caught here?” he continued, his green eyes staring into my soul it seemed. 

Of corse I knew how much trouble Harry would be if I were to be caught here, I just assumed that I wouldn’t be caught here. Harry walked closer to me, his face emotionless.

“You know what?” Harry asked me, now less than a foot away.

I shook my head. “What?” I asked him, my voice sudden hoarse.

“I think it would be better for the both of us if you were to just leave altogether!” he shouted at me. 

I stood there like a deer in the headlights, my mouth hanging open just a little bit. What had caused this little outburst of him?

“Do you know how bad this would be for me? For my band? This is the thing that could drive my band away because of me! Because I helped you escape,” Harry continues yelling at me, now walking around in circles.

“Fine, then! You know what? I’ll be gladly to leave! I’ll just turn myself in and this can be all forgotten!” I yell at Harry who had now stopped walking when, a single tear starting running down my left check.

“Annabelle-“ Harry starts, his voice much softer than it was before, his face showing kindness and regret. 

“Forget it” I tell him and turn away, going back to my room, more tears falling gracefully down my checks now. 

“Annabelle, wait!” Harry yells after me, grabbing onto my arm 

“Let go!” I scream at him, tearing his hand away from my arm. Harry stops and stares at me, while I take this opportunity to run into my room and slam the door, locking it so Harry wouldn’t be able to get it.

The tears continued to stream down my face as I walked over to my bed and grabbed the duffel bag underneath it. After setting my bag on the bed, I walked over to the closet and started to un-hang my clothes from the hangers. A million thoughts were running through my head, some telling me this was a big mistake and that I was going to regret it, other thoughts telling me that I honestly had no other choice. The one thought that was in the very front of my mind was: Why did Harry suddenly have a little outburst there, and most importantly why?

A pounding on the bedroom door, shook me out of my thoughts, as I focused on the voice on the other side of the door. 

“Annabelle, please come out. I’m really sorry about what I said”