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.


7. I don't know what just happened...

Annie’s POV

Well, that went well.  I walked outside, stuffing my hands deep inside my pockets.  At least Marie had fun. I roll my eyes at the thought of Zayn with my best friend. Well, he certainly has his hands full. I hurried over to my car, and unlocked the door, sliding into the driver’s side.  I let my head rest on the steering wheel, and let out a huge sigh.  “Oh, Harry…” I whispered, sitting up and pulling the mirror down from the visor, checking my hair quickly, and slapping the visor back on.  My necklace caught the light from the streetlight above me, and flashed on my neck.  I lifted it from around my neck and held it in my hands, staring down at it.  So many memories flashed through my head, at a dizzying speed, and I blinked, then closed my fist around the necklace, sighing again.

Harry handed me a small jewelry box. I opened it and gasped. It was his paper airplane necklace. I ran my fingers over it, and looked up at him. He smiled gently at me.

“Help me put it on?” I asked. He nodded and I handed it to him, then lifted my pony tail. I felt his warm fingers brush against my neck, and the necklace dropped onto my neck. I suddenly felt his breath against my ear.

 “Now I’ll be with you forever.” He whispered. That did it. I burst into tears, and immediately I felt Harry’s arms around me.

“I don’t want to go…” I blubbered.

“I know, Annie. I know.” Harry whispered to me…

A knock on the window startled me out of my dreaming.  I jumped, and looked up, seeing Liam standing there, grinning at me. I rolled down the window. “Yes, Mr. Payne?”

“Are you okay? Is your car dead or something?”

“No, I’m fine…Just…thinking, is all.”

“You know, don’t take it personally, about Haz.” Liam shook his head. “He’s changed since he came back from America.”

“Harry went to America?”

“Yeah, he got accepted into Julliard. I thought you knew.”

“Well, I haven’t talked to him in ages. As you well know.”

“True…” Liam sighed. “Well, he started changing then…and then what with his mum and Gemma…”

“What happened to Anne and Gemma?” I asked. Liam peered at me, then swallowed.

“I think that’s something Harry has to tell you.” I raised an eyebrow at him and he shrugged. “I don’t want him to be mad at me.”

“Well, he’s mad at me, so it can’t get any worse…” I said, then sighed. “Okay, I’m really going to go now. I’ve got to open tomorrow.”

“All right. Drive safely. Where do you work?”

“Starbucks in Wolver Hampton.”

“Hey, I work at that little school near there! I’ll come visit you sometime!”

“Okay, if you want to. Bring Katrina…still haven’t met her yet.”

“Sure.” He slapped the hood of my car and stepped back. I glared at him.

“Say you're sorry for hitting my baby!”

“Your baby is older than my grandmother.” Liam shot back, grinning.

“Yes so she should be treated with respect. Now tell Barbra you're sorry.”

“Fine.” Liam sighed, and looked at my car. “I’m sorry, Barbra.”

“Thank you, and goodbye, Liam.”

“Text me sometime! We should all get together, for old time’s sake!” He called as I backed out of my parking space. “And drive safely! Watch out for pedestrians! Green means go, Stop means no!”

“Yes, Daddy Payne in the Butt!” I hollered out of the window, waving as I drove away. I could see him in my rear view mirror, shaking his head, and I giggled to myself.


I got home around ten thirty, after stopping at the grocery store for some food, and Marie still wasn’t home yet.  I changed into my pajamas and sank into the couch cushions, and then remembered that my dog, Thor, was still outside our flat. I winced. He had been there all day… poor puppy.  I hurried to the door, and stuck my head outside. “Thor! Thor, baby, come here!” I heard a weak bark from the other side of the lawn, and out of the darkness my German shepherd came slowly, his head hanging low. I grinned. “Stop being such a drama queen. It’s not like you didn’t have any food.” His ears perked up a bit when I say food, and his tail wagged a bit. I rolled my eyes, and walked into the kitchen, Thor trotting along.  I opened a box of treats and tossed three of them onto the floor. Thor barked happily and snapped them up, then pressed against my leg. I giggled, and rubbed his head, then walked into my room, and shut the door. I jumped into my bed, and Thor jumped up with me, landing on my stomach. “Ugh, Thor…Sheesh, lay off the treats.” I shoved my dog off me, and he curled up beside me, laying his head on my stomach.  I patted his head, and lay down, but didn’t turn off the light. I just stared at the ceiling. I took a deep breath, and flipped over, causing Thor to make a little snort.

“Deal with it, puppy. Your head weighs a million pounds.” Thor lifted his head, gave me a look, and then humph-ed, going back to sleep almost as soon as his head hit the mattress. I swear, that dog can understand more than my roommate.

Okay, well, that may be a slight exaggeration.

I shake my head and reach for my nightstand drawer.  Inside it are some of my personal things—some money, a picture of my mum, my cell phone charger, and a picture of me, my dad, my stepmum, Charlotte, and my brother, Danny.  Charlotte met my dad at his office, and they married a year later. She wasn’t that bad actually; she was almost like my mum. Danny grew up with her, so he actually thought that she was his mother.  There was one more thing in the bottom of the drawer…a small flat envelope. I tugged it out, and opened it up, pulling out the little picture in it.  It was the picture Olivia had given me of me and Harry. We were hugging, and smiling into the camera happily.  I remembered that day like it was yesterday. I miss him… I sighed, and slipped the picture onto my dresser, then turned out the light. Sleep was what I needed…to take my mind off Harry.



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