Harry P.O.V

I’m not sure how to feel about going home again. My relationship towards Annabelle is finally getting better. In fact, it is better than ever. I’m so glad that we did this thing together. It’s one of the best things I’ve done in my life and I will never forget it. Annabelle and I have never been so close before, we have definitely not spent so many hours, and days together in a row without getting tired of each other – on the contrary, I’m being more attached to this girl. I feel so addicted to her and it’s so humiliating admitting it because I’ve never felt like this before and I know that when I tell my friends the news, they will laugh so hard at me. It’s not a “boys thing” to be addicted to a girl and it’s certainly not very “badass-ish” to admit it! I miss my friends, I really do, but at this time, I’ll rather be with her instead of hanging around with my stupid friends who act childish. Being with her brings the best out of me and I have no idea how I’m ever going to live without her. I don’t even dare thinking about it.
I’m afraid that as soon as we get home things will turn, spin and be as they were before. I don’t need more drama in my life, I’m sick of fighting and being broken. This trip made us start on a fresh and I hope that this fresh start will bring us even closer and hopefully we’ll finally have a healthy relationship.

“Are you looking forward to coming home, love?” I asked her as we entered the airport.

“Yeah I am. I can’t wait to see the clique again.. and my parents” she smiled delightfully.

“So.. Have you enjoyed the last couple of days?”

“They have been amazing. Of course I have enjoyed them. Thank you for a great time” she smiled in return.

I don’t know why I suddenly doubted her and it killed me. Things were perfect, why did I have to ruin them?

“Have you heard from anyone back home?” I asked curiously.

“Except from my parents – no”

“So he hasn’t texted you?”

“He who?” she looked suspiciously at me.

Oh man, how was I going to say this aloud?

“Zayn”

Her eyebrows raised and her smile disappeared. Great, I didn’t need this..
“No he hasn’t. Why are you checking up on me? And what if he had texted me? What would you have done?”

“Annabelle, please. I don’t want to have this conversation with you”

“Well, you started it so you better finish it”

Wow, she was harsh. Was she in a bad mood or was she actually feeling that I was checking up on things? - “I’m sorry okay. I don’t know what’s up. I’m just feeling anxious about going home”. Her face luckily changed again and she seemed to understand where I was coming from. “It’s okay just don’t start a fight. I don’t want drama and I don’t want you to have trust issues”.

FINALLY. - After hours of travelling, we finally arrived “home”.
“OH my baby boy” Louis yelled with the goofiest voice ever as he jumped in front of me. His big arms embraced me and he lifted me up before I could comprehend the fact that I was home again. I felt a huge hand on my back, “WELCOME HOME MY MAN” Niall yelled. The three of us hugged each other – and now I could totally feel that I was home again. It felt great.

“Welcome back mate, I’ve missed you man” Liam said and gave me the bro hug. I looked to the other side and saw Annabelle standing with Zayn. Of course he was with her and not me. They hugged like they hadn’t seen each other for 4 years I mean, slow down a little bit I’m standing right here. Is he playing girls over boys? This wasn’t the best start at all, I didn’t want to be jealous. I decided to brush it off because Niall whispered that they had arranged a boys night out which meant two things – drinks and great moods. Zayn came over and smiled like nothing happened. Typical.'

“What’s up mate, welcome home. You look great” he smiled and gave me our bro-sign. I just smiled like everything was okay but inside of my head I had already killed him like 5 times.

“ Thanks mate, nice seeing you again” I said as I grabbed my bags and walked with the boys towards my room. Annabelle stayed down with Zayn, guess she had missed him more than what I had expected.


Annabelle P.O.V.

I got out of a hot shower, smelling like heaven. I had my beauty mask on and was ready for a relaxing night. The flu was killing me so I stayed in. I needed sleep but the boys on the other hand were planning a night out. Soph wasn’t even here and I had only seen El for some minutes. It was really strange but I didn’t want to think about it. I was too tired to care anyway.
Harry came inside of my room, slightly drunk but with a huge grin on his face. He was dressed up nicely in some clothes I haven’t seen on him before.

“Ready to go out?” I smiled as he walked up to me.

“Y..Yeah totally. Boys night out!” He yelled as he held his finger up.

“Should I be worried? You looked kinda.. good.. and you smell quite good”

“So you’re saying that I at daily basis stink and doesn’t dress properly?” he smirked.

“No idiot”, I laughed. “ I’m saying that you’re way sexier tonight than what you’re used to be.. “

“Do I sense a little jealousy?” he smiled cheekily as he kissed me quickly.

“Well maybe.. “

“Great.. I’m going now, just wanted to say goodnight. Have a great night love,” he finished and left me alone in the room.

Great, at least he was about to have fun. Of course I trusted Harry, but why the hell was he dressed up like that?


Few minutes later Zayn stepped into the room with a huge smile on his face. “Woowww” he said, almost sounding like he had seen a ghost.

“What?!”

“You look.. like a monster…. I guess I have to get used to having you here again” he smiled and jumped on his bed.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Well. I was kind of getting used to be alone, you know”

“Well I’m here again and you won’t be alone.. Now tell me everything I’ve missed out” I insisted and sat next to him.

“Hm. I have to tell you something before you hear it from someone else”.

His look was serious. Dark eyes as usual, but more mysterious this time.

“Tell me?”

Within seconds I fell the sickness in my stomach, whether it was because of the flu or because of the fact that he was going to tell me something bad, I can’t tell. But it wasn’t a nice feeling AT ALL.

“Annabelle”, he fetched a deep sight.
“I’ve been seeing someone”
“You WHAT?” I shouted in frustration.
He looked at me with his puppy eyes as if he was begging me not to flip out on him.
“Yeah please don’t get upset.”

“Don’t get upset? I’m gone for a freaking week and this happens?”

“Why do you even care Annabelle?” he asked – his looked killed me ten times before I even could manage to come with an answer. Why did I even care?

“Because.. I’m your best friend and I’m supposed to know stuff like this before anyone else. For how long have you hit this from me?”
“I’ve not hit anything I just didn’t want to tell it before I was sure that it was serious.”

“So its serious?”

“Kind of”

“What do you mean kind of?” My eyebrows raised, I’m sure my look would kill anyone. I just could not believe my own ears. My best friend had hit a secret for me. What a cliché. Karma..

“So who is she?” I breathed out trying to control my emotions.
“You don’t’ know her. She’s not from our school”

“Tell me anyway”

“Her name is Irene. She’s a model. She’s tall, beautiful.. Funny”

“STOP. I don’t want to hear more details” I shouted and walked inside the bathroom. I locked the door and sat on the toilet pan, miserably looking on the ground as I tried to think what was wrong with me.
Why did things have to turn so fast? I guess my life was meant to be filled with drama. I felt like I was in an evil circle I wasn’t able to get out of.

Was he already over me? I mean, I thought I was his only one? This is bullshit I’m saying right now, but I didn’t think he would get over me this fast.

Was I so easy to let go of?

Suddenly I heard knocks on the door – hard and loud enough to make my heart skip a beat.
“Open the door Annabelle I need to talk to you”.
Shit, my heart beat like never before.

I slowly opened it, half- but enough to catch his eye. He stuck his hand in as he opened the door by himself.

“Annabelle”, he whispered.

“Yes Zayn?” I replied, breathing heavily. My heart was in its own race, not able to stop the beating. I felt like my world was birling around me.


“I.. I still love you”.

Our eyes met for a fleeting moment and I swear, I couldn’t breathe..

"You know what Annabelle?" he said with a low voice... "Sometimes people just want to be happy.. Even if it's not real".

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