Back For You (Harry Styles)

{BOOK 1- COMPLETE} Meet Amabel Walker, the girl who kept everyone else out, who put up walls to protect herself from another accident, like the one that caused her hideous scar on her neck. She’s bitter and doesn’t let anyone in, but that soon changes.

Now, meet Harry Styles. Worldwide boy band hottie. Slighly cocky, but charming and sweet when he needs to be. He’s caring, and wants to help Amabel get back to being her normal, carefree, silly and loving self. Can he get under her skin and make her come out of her dark shell?

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29. Chapter 29

Chapter 29  

The drive took four hours. It gave me more time to think, but by the time I was in front of Andy’s house, it was too late to turn back. Harry would have been awake by now and no doubt looking for me. That was his personality; always looking to do right. I smiled at the mental image of him looking so hot while trying to be serious. The way his eyebrows came together in concentration and his curls flopped over his eyes made my heart flutter.

I couldn’t believe I was going to see Andy. I missed him so much, but was never able to work up the nerve to contact him. I think it was because I was afraid he wouldn’t want to talk to me after I left.

The scuffing of my shoes was audible as I shuffled up to his front door. Even after all this time it felt so good to be in the place where I grew up. The town was familiar and comforting, and I couldn’t wait to see Andy. I was at his front door. I was going to see the person I had missed the most. After two years of not seeing him, it was going to change.

My hand paused just as I was about to knock. My heart was pounding; I thought it would burst out of my chest. And then I finally did it. I knocked twice, and held my breath. There was a ten second period before someone opened the door.

He was taller, and had short brown hair. His brown eyes focused on me before they widened in shock. He was wearing blue jeans and a plaid shirt, just like when he was younger. A weak smile played at my lips.

“Am-Amabel?” He stuttered in surprise.

I nodded. “Hi, Andy,” I said shyly, a smile playing at my lips.

“W-What are you doing here?” He asked me. 

“I needed a friend and…” I drifted off.

His mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, and he stepped aside. “Come on in.”

“Thanks.” I muttered and walked inside. The place hadn’t changed much; a new piece of furniture here and there. “Where are your parents?” I asked, walking around.

“They went to a conference upstate for my dad’s work. They’ll be back next week.” Andy told me, and stuck his hands in his pockets.

I turned to him, and I couldn’t fight it any longer. I ran over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. His familiar smell filled my nose, and I smiled. I had missed this so much. “I’m sorry, I just missed you.” I said, and looked down, slightly embarrassed.

“Come on, Am! It’s great seeing you, after all this time!” He grinned, and I punched his arm. Then his expression grew serious. “So why are you here?” He led us to the couch, and sat next to me so our thighs were touching.

I folded my hands in my lap and played with my fingers nervously. “Well, I’m dating this guy…” I started, and stole a glance at him. Andy’s face was smiling, but there was something about it that didn’t reach his eyes like it normally did.

“That’s great! What’s his name?” He shifted on the couch.

“Have you heard of…One Direction?” I asked nervously.

Andy rolled his eyes. “That stupid boy band, what about them?”

I took a deep breath. “Yes, One Direction. My boyfriend is Harry Styles, and he’s in the band so….”

His eyes widened. “What? You’re dating a celebrity? That is so not like you!” He said.

“I know,” I sighed, “but he’s great and we love each other. That’s why I came here.”

Andy looked confused. “So, you’re telling me that…you are in a relationship with a millionaire, and you love him, and he loves you…yet you ran away?” He said slowly.

I bit my lip. “Well, yeah, but my parents don’t really like him and I didn’t know who else to talk to, so…”

“Don’t you have any friends where you live now?”

“I have my friend Sam, and she’s great, but she loves the idea of being famous, and I don’t know,” I muttered. “I don’t really know what to think at this point.”

Andy threw an arm over my shoulder and I rested my head on his chest. It was quiet for a few moments. “What happened between you two?”

My muscles tensed at his question. “He didn’t do it on purpose.” I said quickly, looking up him. “He touched my scar and I don’t like people doing that and he didn’t know that and I got upset and he felt bad and then I just left and…”

“Am, breathe. It’s fine. I understand.” He spoke slowly. “I think you should go find him.”

I laughed humorlessly. “Please. He’s already looking for me, if he’s anything like the Harry I fell in love with.”

“Y-You love him?” Andy stuttered, arm tightening around me.

“Yeah,” I said softly, playing with his shirt. “Why?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he answered, and then changed the subject. “So do you need a place to stay or something?”

I bit my lip. “Yeah. Can I stay with you? I’m sorry.”

Andy laughed. “It’s fine! I love spending time with you. I still can’t believe you’re here, though.”

“Me either.” I agreed.

***     

A couple hours later, there I was, on the couch in Andy’s living room. I was wearing an old t–shirt of his that fell just above my knee. It seemed everyone’s clothes were huge on me. Including Harry’s.

My heart clenched at the thought of him. I missed him like crazy, but I wasn’t ready to go back to him, not quite yet. I didn’t want to get reminded of that night again, especially by the one I love. Yes, I was reminded each and every day, by something on the street, or someone that looked like Owen. Nothing could stop the bad dreams, or the memories, or the flashbacks. I knew that.

But he made me feel insecure. Since we had been together, Harry had always made me feel beautiful safe, like nothing in the world could ever hurt me. However, in that moment, when he touched my neck, I had never felt so hideous.

There was no doubt that I loved him. I had for a while. We had been together a month or so, and I had never felt like this with anyone before.

As I lay down on the couch, I stuck my ear buds in and put my music on shuffle.  One of my favorite songs came on, and tears stung my eyes at the lyrics.

One day to get it all right, too wrong and not enough rights. Three words you said in the night before we held the fire

High-five me brother it’s amazin’ her six shooter came out blazin’

7UP and Coke on the pavement, ate my heart out daily baby

 

Hey, I love you.

Hey, I need you.

Hey, I want you, do you want me too?

 

You can count on me, when you cannot see

Let me spell it out, plain and simple now

When your number’s called, backs against the wall

Pick you up when you fall

Be there when you call

singing a b c

you can count on me

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you can count on me
amen we made it this far

b boys in vw cars

see me seeing into my heart

delighted through the dark

emails and coffee in the evenin'

effort ya brother you'll believe it

gee i don't know your secret

h. i. love you singing

I skipped to the next song, and closed my eyes so tears wouldn’t leak. Andy had gone to bed, and I was alone to think. My brain hurt too much to start sorting things out, so I fell into a restless sleep, the curly-haired boy running through my dreams. 

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