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.


17. Movie Night?

I hugged the pillow to my chest as I stared wide eyed at the screen.  I hadn’t seen The Dark Knight in years, but that movie never got old.  “NO!” I yelled at the screen. “Don’t let the Joker implant that thing in your stomach! Are you stupid?” Harry started snorting, and I could feel his arm, which had some time during the movie snuck around my shoulders, tighten slightly.  “What?” I asked him.

“You get so into these movies.” He laughed. “Your yelling at the screen isn’t going to change a thing.”

“Sez you.”

“Sez common sense.”

I couldn’t argue with that, and stuck my tongue out at him.  He made a face back at me, and I rolled my eyes.  I sat back, and we watched silently for a while. “I missed this.” I suddenly said. “I missed hanging out with you, and watching movies with you…I guess I just forgot about how good this felt after I moved.”

“I missed this too.” Harry said, squeezing my shoulder.  “It was weird after you left…we eventually stopped having movie nights.”

“Aw, really?”  I turned toward him.  “That’s too bad.”

“Well, stuff happened…Liam broke up with Casey, Niall and Hannah got really close, as did Lou and Liv, Zayn got that job at the tattoo parlor….and none of us really found time for movie nights anymore.”

“Oh.” We were quiet for a minute, watching Christian Bale on the screen, with Thor whining slightly.  Harry reached over and started petting him.

“What’s with your dog?” He asked, as Thor’s whine became louder.

“Ignore it.” I waved my hand. “He wants a treat.”

“But he sounds so sad…”

“He’s an expert at that.” I sighed. “But if you really want to, there’s a box in the kitchen with treats in it. You can give him one.” Harry got up and hurried out with Thor trotting at his heels.  I heard the box opening, and two treats hit the floor. “Harold. I said one treat.”

“It was stuck to the other one!” Harry protested as he walked back in, Thor coming behind, his tail wagging.  He plopped down next to Harry and gave me a smug look—well, as smug as a dog can get.  I stuck my tongue out at him.

“Thor, you know that means I’m just taking you on a run tomorrow.  A really fast run that will leave you panting for doggy breath.” I swear my dog shrugs as he turns back to his new best friend.  I sigh.

“This is your fault, you know.” I said to Harry.

“I did nothing!”

“You gave him two treats, therefore forcing me to have to take him on a walk so he doesn’t become a lazy dog.”  I stretched and yawned.  “Or a fat one.”

“Whatever.” Harry rolled his eyes, and stretched as well, glancing at the clock.  “Well, as much fun as this was, I have to get going.  We have to go to work tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah.” I yawned. “I’m still on Starbucks time.”

“Come in at eight tomorrow—you only have to come in at seven on Mondays.”

“Okay.  C’mon, I’ll walk you out.” I stood, and Thor whined as Harry followed me to the door. Harry scratched behind his ears. 

“See you soon, buddy.” He cooed, and Thor barked, swiping him across the face with his tongue.  I sighed.

“Gee, Thor, you’re such a good dog.” I said sarcastically.  Harry made  a face at me.

“It’s not my fault your dog likes me better than he likes you.”

“Get out of my house.” I said, laughing and shaking my head.  He grinned at me.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay, Ann?” He asked as he held the door handle.

“Bye, Harry.”  I yawned.  He stopped on the porch, then turned and pressed his lips to my cheek gently.  

“Bye,” He breathed, then hurried down the stairs.  I lifted my hand and touched my cheek gently, and felt my mouth turn up in a grin. 





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