Reunited, but broken hearted

Annie Jenkins moved away from Holmes Chapel about ten years ago. She left behind the five best friends she had ever had, and the one boy she fell in love with--Marcel, or Harry, Styles. But all too soon, Annie and Harry grow apart.

She hasn't seen Harry in a decade. But when her old school, Holmes Chapel High School, sends her a letter saying that she's invited to a reunion, she, thanks to the pushing of her roommate, Marie, heads down to Holmes Chapel, where she is reunited with Harry again. But the man she meets at the reunion isn't the sweet boy she fell in love with ten years ago. Something happened...and Annie is determined to find out what. You may want to read My Friend Marcel first. Otherwise you're going to be pretty confused.


5. Awkward...

So sorry for this taking so long... Ugh, skool sucks. LOL

So, anywho, here it is!

Who saw Story of my Life music video?!?!?!?  IS IT NOT FANTABULOUS?!?!?!?!!? 

Harry walked slowly over to our group. I didn’t think he saw me. He looked so depressed. Louis walked forward. “Hey, mate, good to see you.” He patted Harry’s shoulder, and he shifted away from Louis’ touch. I saw Olivia and Hannah exchange looks. Niall cleared his throat.

“Hey, Harry.”

“Hey, Niall.” Harry nodded to Hannah. “Hey, Hannah.Congradulations on your kid.” Hannah smiled.

“Thanks, Haz.”

“Hey, Harry…look who’s here!” Liam said, attempting to push some kind of enthusiasm into his voice. He pushed me forward gently. I smiled.

“Hey, Harry. Long time, no see, huh?” He looked at me strangely, like he didn’t recognize me. Then his mouth dropped open, and he stepped back.

“A-Annie?” he whispered. His eyes darted down to my neck, where the paper airplane necklace that he gave me when I was seventeen still rested. His mouth worked to form words, and then suddenly he turned and walked away, straight out the door. My heart plummeted, and Olivia grunted as she put a hand on my shoulder.

“Louis. Go talk to him.” She hissed.

“I’m on it.” Louis loped through the gym and out the doors. I swallowed.

“So, when do we get to meet your roommate, Annie?” Hannah changed the subject.

“Apparently, right now.” Liam nodded towards Zayn and Marie as they walked towards us.

“Hey, everyone, this is—ANNIE!” Zayn yelled, hugging me. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

“Marie made me.” I shrugged. Zayn looked at me, a bit confused that I knew his new friend. “Marie is my roommate.” I explained.

“Ooooooh.” Zayn nodded, and suddenly Marie grabbed my arm.

“Is this your ex?” She hissed. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know!”

“No, no, no. Zayn is just a friend.” I gestured around the circle. “This is Liam; Louis is the one that just ran out the door; Louis’fiancée, Olivia; Niall; and his wife, Hannah.” I introduced everyone.

“Way to steal my thunder, Ann.” Zayn pouted.

“Sorry, Zayney.” I patted his arm. Marie looked around the circle, and grabbed my arm.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked, pulling me a few feet away. “Why did you neglect to tell me that all of your guy friends from high school are totally flipping hot?!?!?!?!” She hissed, shaking my arm. I pulled away.

“Because I never thought of them like that.”

“Oh, come on.” Marie glanced at Zayn, then Liam, then Niall, then back at me. “They are gorgeous!!”

“Ew. No.” I sighed. “Harry’s here.”

“Where?” Marie glanced around like he was going to pop up from behind the bleachers and scream “here I am”. That’s a Louis move.

“Not anymore. When he saw me, he ran away.” I shrugged.

“Aw, I’m sorry, Ann.”

“Marie, are you coming?” Zayn called.

“Yeah, just a sec!” She called back, then looked at me. “Zayn asked if he could take me to get something to eat. He said he can drop me off at home afterwards. Do you want me to say no?”

“No, no. you go have fun. I can drive myself home.”

“Are you leaving?” Hannah asked sadly.

“I have to go. I have work tomorrow.” I looked at Zayn. “Don’t bring her home too late, okay Zayn?” 


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