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.


6. Fighting time



Harry’s POV

“Harry! Harry!” Harry ignored my yells and kept walking. Suddenly, I grabbed his arm, and he jerked away from me, whirling around. 

“You didn’t tell me that Annie was going to be here!” he yelled.

“I didn’t know!” I said. “I’m sorry!”

“You know how I felt about her! You know how she broke my heart!”

“Harry, that was ten years ago! I know you're an expert at holding a grudge, but please, let this go.” I pleaded.

“She said she loved me, Louis.” His voice was lower than normal, like he was trying to hold back tears. “She said she loved me and then she left me.”

“You know that wasn’t her fault.” I said. “Her father made her leave. She would have stayed with us—with you, if she had the chance.” Harry was silent, and then I put a hand on his shoulder. “She was wearing your necklace.”

“I know.” He swallowed hard. “Believe me, I know.”

“Don’t you think that means something?” Harry’s jaw worked soundlessly, and his fists tightened and untightened. “Harry, if you still care about her—“

“I don’t.” He whispered, his teeth clenched together. “And her wearing that necklace just means…” He pressed a fist to his mouth, then removed it. I could see his hand was shaking. “Her wearing that necklace just means that she isn’t letting go of old memories.”

“Oh, like you have?” I scoffed. He turned away and started walking toward his car. “Harry, have you ever even thought that maybe she didn’t want to stop communicating with you?”

“Then why did she, Louis? WHY DID SHE?” Harry yelled, whirling around and stomping toward me.  He shoved his finger in my face. I flinched. “I loved her, Louis.” He hissed. “I held her in my arms as she told me about her mum…I held her as she cried about leaving. I gave her my necklace, and you know what that meant. You know what that necklace represented.”

“Yes, Haz, and she is stillwearing it! What does that tell you? That she’s been trying to forget about you? That she’s been running around with other guys?” I got in his face. “I’ll bet you any money that she hasn’t even had a boyfriend since she left Holmes Chapel ten years ago.” Harry bit his lip. “Harry, everyone else has moved on.  Look at Niall and Hannah. They’re expecting their first child, and the only thing you can say is ‘congratulations on your kid’? Liam and Katrina are dating, and you have avoided meeting her every time that he has brought her to anything we have done.” I took a deep breath. Livy and I are getting married in a few months. I asked you to be my best man.” I felt my fist clench involuntarily. “And you said no. Do you have any idea how that made me feel? No matter how much of a complete jerk you act like, I have always stood by you. You’re my best mate, Harry. ” I shook my head, and stepped back. “But you aren’t the guy you used to be. After what happened to your mum and Gemma—“

“Don’t talk about that!” Harry bellowed, shoving me. I yelped and stumbled back.

“No!” I yelled back. “Someone needs to say this!”

“You don’t have the right!”

“You are like my brother, Harry!” I pushed him. “You need to hear that it wasn’t your fault!” Suddenly Harry raised a fist and punched me right in the face.  I fell onto the pavement, and stared up at him in shock. He looked at his fist, and his face tightened. “Louis, I didn’t mean—“

“I’m done.” I hissed up at him. I pushed up off the ground and gently touched my eye. “Don’t talk to me for a while, Marcel.” I said, using his given name. He winced. “I’m leaving. Do what you want. I don’t care anymore.” I turned around and walked inside. 


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