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.


18. WHAT?!!?

I yawned as I walked out of the school the next day.  It had been a normal day at school—Tiffany had tried out for the role of Elphaba, the main role, as usual.  Megan had tried out for the same role, and Harry and I both agreed that Megan had done a better job, and that Tiffany might be better suited for the role of Glinda.  I forced Harry to tell Tiffany though…and she was not happy in the least.  Megan, however, was ecstatic—it was the first time she had gotten a major role in anything.

Taylor had come into the theater when Harry and I were helping Jenny and Josh move some props down from the attic—and all she did was coo about how manly Harry’s muscles were and how strong he was.  I wanted to accidently drop a board on her head, if you know what I mean. 

I ate lunch with Katrina, Liam and Harry today.  It was actually kind of fun—Liam was constantly teasing Katrina about something that had happened in science class, and she was trying to ignore him.  They were really a cute couple—anyone could see that Liam really cared about her. 

Afterward, Harry and I went back to the classroom and tried to pick out an official script.  We finally decided on a Wicked, Jr. play that I had found on Google.   We decided to take out Fiero and Elphaba’s duet, however, because it was a little awkward. 

I sighed as I pulled into my parking space, and stepped out of my car.  I hurried up the steps and unlocked my front door.  Thor lifted his head and saw it was me, then let his face fall right back on the couch.  I scoffed at him as I walked into my room. “Some guard dog you are.” I quickly changed into a pair of yoga pants and a sweatshirt, then grabbed Thor’s leash and stepped out of my room. “C’mon, boy—walk time.” Thor perked up, and barked. “C’mon! Let’s go!” I patted my thighs, and Thor leapt off the couch and bounded toward me, then jumped up and placed his paws on my shoulders, making me fall.  I laughed, as he licked my face.  “You’re such a strange dog, buddy. Let’s get going—I have places to go tonight!”


I'm gonna pick up the pieces,
And build a Lego house
When things go wrong we can knock it down
My three words have two meanings,
There's one thing on my mind
It's all for you…

I rocked along to Lego House by Ed Sheeran as I ran with Thor in the small dog park that was near my flat.  My feet pounded on the pavement, going along with the light drum beat in the song.  Thor trotted along beside me, panting, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.  He kept bumping into my leg and making me trip.

I swear, even my dog hates me.

Anyway, my mind wasn’t even on the song as I slowed to round a curve.  My mind was on…you guessed it…Harry.  I wonder if he’s still mad at me.  You’d think he would have forgiven me…after all, he did kiss me.  A grin came to my face as I thought of the way his lips felt on my cheek—it had been so long since he had made that gesture, yet it still felt so familiar. I wonder if he ever thought about where we would be if I hadn’t had to move away… I wonder if we’d still be together.  Maybe married, like Hannah and Niall.  Or engaged, like Olivia and Lou,  or maybe we’d be in the “Why-Can’t-Everyone-Be-As-Happy-As-Us” stage, like Liam and Kat.  Maybe we’d be having our first child.  I sighed, and growled as Thor once again bumped into my leg.  “Thor, behave.” I snapped, stopping and taking a breath. “Clumsy dog.”

“Nice dog.” A voice said.

“Thanks,” I said, quickly tying my shoe. “Not like he listens though.”

“If anyone can get through to him, it’s you, Gweny.” My skin started to crawl, and my heart dropped as I recognized the voice. No. No, it’s can’t be. I turned around, and there, in all his bald glory, smirking at me, stood a figure I had hoped to never see again.

Max George.

My ex-boyfriend.



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