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.

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16. Harry is coming

I opened the door, and smiled.

“Hey, Zayney, come on in.” I let him in, and Marie tossed the phone at me.

“It’s Hannah!” She yelled.  I caught the phone, and waved at Zayn, who was staring with a smile at Marie.

“Bye Zayney.” I waved again, then turned my attention to the phone. “Hey, Han.”

“Hey, Annie!” Hannah chirped.  I could hear her crunching on something in the background.  “Kat gave me your number…just wanted to call and check up on ya!”

“I’m doing fine.” I collapsed on the couch, and absentmindedly patted Thor’s head.  He whined as Marie swept out the door with a wave, and I heard her and Zayn laughing as they walked down the stairs.  “How are you? How’s the baby?”

“Oh, my gosh.” Hannah groaned. “I swear, Baby X has his daddy’s appetite.”

“So I heard. Nutella and—“

“No!” Hannah yelled. “We don’t say that word around me.”

“What word?”

“The name for that…devil’s dip.”

“The N-word?”

“Yes.” Hannah made a gagging sound.

“Sick of it?”

“Oh, gosh yes. I want this baby out, Annie. O-U-T, out, out, out!”

“You still have, what, three more months?”

“Two.” This came out as a moan.

“You’ll survive.”

“My feet hurt.” Hannah whined.

“Get Niall to give you a foot massage.  He helped make the baby—he should help take care of what’s holding it!”

“This is true.” Hannah giggled. “He’s at work now, but I’ll ask when he gets home.  He’s so sweet, Annie—yesterday he bought me the biggest bouquet of roses and wrote the sweetest note and he brought out his guitar and was singing baby songs the entire night…He’s already got these adorable little football jerseys that are like mini ones of his….It’s so cute!”

“You have to send me a picture!” I cooed, scratching Thor’s head again and leaning back onto the couch. 

“I will.”

“Have you guys thought of names?”

“We’re thinking if it’s a boy, we’re naming him Liam Alexander, and if it’s a girl, we decided on Elizabeth Jane.”

“Ooooh, pretty!” I smiled. “Naming your son after Liam?”

“Well, apparently, Niall and Liam promised each other they would name their first sons after each other…and I like the name ‘Liam’ anyway.”

“Very nice.”

“Are you doing anything for the rest of the night? Because I’m just sitting here, bored out of my mind…”

“I actually have company coming over.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“No, it’s just Harry.”

WHAT?!?!” Hannah screeched.  “DETAILS IMMEDIATELY!”

“He’s just coming over for work stuff…we’re working on a play together.”

“Ohhh.”

“Hannah, don’t start…”

“I’m not! I’m just surprised he’s talking to you.”

“Thanks a lot.” I heard a knock at the door, and my heart immediately started pitter-pattering a little faster. Thor started barking, and I shushed him. “Hey, Han, I think he’s here. I gotta go.”

“Call me after he leaves.”

“I will. Love you, and tell Niall I said hey.”

“Sure. Love you too! Baby X says bye Aunty Annie!” I giggled, tugging back on Thor’s collar as he leapt at the door.

“Bye Baby X!” I hung up, and opened the door.  Harry smiled shyly at me.  He wore a Jack Willis sweatshirt and sweatpants.  Thor growled threateningly, and I scratched his head. 

“Hey, Ann.” He said.  I shivered as my long forgotten nickname passed his lips.

“Hey, Haz. C’mon in.” I closed the door behind him, and smiled.  “My roommate is out with Zayn at the moment, and I don’t know when she’ll be back.” Thor barked, and I gave him the evil eye.  He whined, giving me the puppy eyes, deciding I hate him.

“Okay.” Harry bent and patted Thor’s head. “I kinda forgot the scripts back at the school today. Sorry.”

“That’s fine.” I said, shrugging. “We can still hang out, watch a movie or something. It’s not like I’ll kick you out or something.”

“Heh.” Harry knelt down to Thor’s height. “Hey buddy!” He said, scratching behind my dog’s ears. Thor eyed him warily, and I sighed.

“Thor, he’s okay.” Thor wasn’t even listening—he was too busy leaning up against Harry’s legs as he gave my dog a good rubdown. 

“You named your dog after the Norse god of thunder?”

“No, I named my dog after the totally flipping hot Chris Hemsworth.” I corrected.  Harry rolled his eyes.

“He has girls’ hair.”

“Sez you.”

Harry made a face at me, then noticed the pizza. “Is that pepperoni pizza?”

“It is.”

“Wait here.” Harry turned around, opened the door, and hurried outside, only to return a minute later with two cartons of white chocolate ice cream.  I giggled and rubbed my hands together, then grabbed two spoons from the drawer and tossed him one.  He grabbed a plate, and we both took a few slices of pizza, and plopped down on the couch. “Movie?” He asked.

“You pick. We have Netflix.” Harry grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV, then flipped through the movies until he found The Dark Knight.  He looked at me, and I shrugged.  He pressed play, and I snuggled back into the couch cushions happily.  This felt right—being here with Harry, just being myself.  Maybe—just maybe—everything would go okay with him after all.

“You know what the best part is,” Harry mumbled through a mouthful of pizza, bringing my attention back to him, “We don’t even have to share ice cream. We each have our own.”

“Party hard.” I garbled.  We raised our cartons and clinked them together, then nodded as the introduction music started playing. 

 

 

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