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.


11. More Fighting



I stared, my mouth hanging open like a fish.  Harry stared back at me, mirroring my surprised look. “Wh-what are you doing here?” I asked.

“I work here. What are you doing here?” He snapped.

“I work here too. I just got a job working in Drama 1…is that your class?”

“Yeah.” Harry looked at Liam, standing in the back, and his eyes narrowed. “Was this your idea, Payne?”

“No! I didn’t know, honest!” Liam called back.

“Don’t worry.” I say softly. “I’m not taking the job. I’ll go tell Shay right now.”

“Good.” Harry muttered under his breath, but I still heard him. My temper immediately flared up.

“On second thought…” I said, whirling around. “I need the money. And it’s a free country, and I can do what I want.” I spread my arms out wide, and did a fake bow. “Hey, Mr. Styles. I’m your new assistant, Annie.” I said sarcastically.

“I won’t let you be in here.” Harry snapped back.

“Why don’t you stop acting like a little baby and start taking responsibility for your own actions! It’s not my fault that we stopped talking!” I yelled. Liam moaned to himself softly, and Katrina cleared her throat.

“Oh Liam.” She said in a monotone. “Look. The door to my room is open. We should go close it.” She grabbed his arm and tugged him out of the room.  Harry and I ignored them.

“That is so not true!” Harry yelled at me.

“Um, yeah it is!” I shot back. “Long distance relationships don’t work! I told you this already!”

“WE COULD HAVE TRIED!” Harry screamed. “I loved you, and you left me!”

“I loved you too!” I yelled, louder than before. Harry fell silent, and my words bounced around the theater, echoing. “I told you that I loved you, Harry.” I said, a little more quietly.  “You were the only boy that I ever felt that strongly for…and then I had to leave you.  Do you know how much it hurt to text you; to call you and hear your voice, telling me you loved me? To Skype with you and see you, but not be able to touch you, or hug you, or anything? Do you know how hard that was for me?!” Harry was quiet for a moment, then he spoke softly.

“It was hard for me, too, Annie. But at least I tried.” I swallowed, and looked down in shame. I felt a hot tear make its course down my cheek, and I bit my lip. I felt warm fingers brush the tear away, and looked up to meet Harry’s emerald gaze.  We just held eye contact for a moment, and his eyes darted down to my lips.  I thought he was going to kiss me, and I guess I was kind of hoping he would. All of a sudden, a look that I couldn’t recognize came into his eyes.  He shook his head, and stepped back. “Drama starts at seven AM.” He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Be there.” With that, Harry pushed past me, and walked out of the theater.  I stared after him, then felt tears come to my eyes again—only this time, there was no one to wipe them away but me. 


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