Just An Option - A Harry Styles Fanfic.

Being bestfriends with Harry Styles may seem like a dream come true for most girls, but for Annabelle Hastings, it might be like living a nightmare.

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23. Chapter 22.

*Anna's P.O.V.*

I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating incessantly. What kind of shithead keeps an alarm on the weekend? I slowly opened my eyes, realizing that I'd fallen asleep against my front door.

My back hurt horribly as I reached for my annoying asshole of a phone. It wasn't an alarm, it was a call, from Georgie. I groaned and threw my phone across the room, hoping it wouldn't break. I'm really not in the mood for her apologies right now. No matter how much of a "bestfriend" she is, she lied to me, and I don't know what to feel.

I lifelessly walked around my house, shutting all the blinds and curtains in all of the rooms. I didn't want Conor to be spying on me, I can't deal with his bullshit right now.

After completing my task, I walked towards my kitchen and looked around for food. Not being bothered to cook anything, or wanting to eat anything, I poured myself a cup of cold coffee and headed upstairs to my room.

As I walked past my mirror, I stopped in my tracks and looked at myself. I was a mess. I still had the same clothes on from last night, and makeup was smeared all over my face. I looked like crap. No wonder Harry never liked me more than a friend, he probably thought that I was hideous and friend-zoned me the minute I'd met him.

I threw on a pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt and drank up all of my coffee. I wasn't going to cry. I repeatedly told myself that as I started playing COD on my Xbox 360, in an attempt to block out all of my silly feelings.

Crying will just make me feel worse. How's it going to help anyway? I'll end up feeling sorry for myself, what good is that going to do? Harry'll never be mine, I just have to accept that, move on and get over him.

I'll just cut when I feel like crying, and ignore every single person in my life if I have to, it's that simple. No people, no conversation, no feelings.

*Winnie's P.O.V.*

I awoke to a warm bed with two strong arms around me. I struggled to remember the events of last night, but I was positive that Niall was the one asleep next to me.

"Morning, beautiful." an Irish accent rang through my ears. Niall. "Morning, babe." I replied, smiling at him. "No kiss? What's wrong? It's not morning breath, so don't bother saying that." he asked, pulling me closer to him. "I don't know, really. Something just doesn't feel right." I mumbled. "Is it about last night?" he inquired, and it all came rushing back. Harry and Georgie, Louis storming off, Anna abruptly leaving, Liam becoming sad and confused because she said she'd leave alone. That was some serious shit.

"No, I'm actually happy for them. But I'm worried about all of them." I replied. "Why don't you call Hazza, Georgie and Anna? I'll call Li, Lou and Zayn." Niall suggested. "Alright," I agreed.

I hopped out of bed and pulled out my phone, going to my contacts list and calling Georgie as I walked into the kitchen.

"Hello?" I heard a croaky voice after a few beeps. "Georgie, are you okay?" I asked sincerely. "I'm fine." she whispered. Her voice sounded like she'd been crying for hours. "No, you're not." I whispered too. "It's all my fault. I was being so selfish." she cried. "Stop blaming yourself, Georgie. It's not your fault, trust me. Everyone just needs to get used to it, they're all very confused. They'll come around, just give them some time." I cooed, hoping to make her feel better. "Alright. Thanks for calling, Winnie." she said, sounding a little more calm. "Can you talk to Harry for me? Make sure he's okay." I said. "Alright, I will. Talk to you later." she replied. "Talk to you later, take care babe." I said, cutting the phone.

Since Georgie was going talk to Harry, I decided to call him later and call Anna now instead. I called her cell, but there was no answer. I tried a couple more times only to receive no answer. I was really starting to get worried and decided to leave her a text.

To *Anna:)* : Hey babe. Hope you're doing okay, call me when you get this!xx

I walked back into my bedroom and found Niall on his phone, looking outside. He looked troubled, his hair was all messed up probably because he'd ran his fingers through it too many times. I hope I everything was alright.

"Alright, call me if you hear from him, mate." I heard him say as he cut the phone and turned around to face me. "Who was that?" I questioned, walking towards him. "Zayn. He's alright, but he's worried about Lou, his phone's switched off." he replied. "I hope he's okay, he was really upset. What about Liam?" I asked, hoping he was alright too. "He's just a little worried about Anna, he hasn't heard from her, but he's gonna maybe visit her later or something. I think he really likes her." "Anna hasn't answered me calls either, so I just texted her to call me when she got it." I said. "What about Haz and Georgie?" he asked. "Georgie was a little upset, but I managed to calm her down a little and now she's gonna talk to Harry for me." I replied. He simply nodded and put his arms around me.

"Do you think something like this will happen when we start dating?" I asked, running my fingers against his toned chest. "I don't know, but I'm pretty sure everyone knows I'm really into you. If not, I'll just tell them." he replied, running his fingers through my hair. "I've already told Anna." I said, my voice merely a whisper. "I don't mind," he smiled at me and leaned in to kiss my lips. "What does she think, though?" "She's really happy for us, and she's very supportive." I smiled and leaned in to kiss him again.

*Liam's P.O.V.*

I couldn't help but worry about Anna. Maybe something's wrong. The look on her face last night, it just didn't seem right. I need to go see her. I quickly sent her a text saying that I'd be over and left.

I rang her doorbell and looked around, hoping Conor wouldn't show up. I heard a few loud thuds and started to feel a little panicky.

In about 2 minutes or so, the front door opened to a tired looking Anna. She was in a pair of sweats and a dark grey oversized t-shirt. Her face was clear of makeup, and her hair was sticking out in all directions. I looked into her eyes, they looked dull.

"Um, my eyes." she mumbled as she almost stumbled and fell to the groud. I quickly caught her in my arms and observed her features. She looked weak, like she hadn't slept in days.

"Anna, did you sleep last night?" I asked, pulling her close and into my arms. "Mhm, I woke up a few hours ago and I've been playing COD since." she mumbled into my chest. "What about your phone? I tried calling and texting." I inquired, hoping not to sound too interrogative. "It's being weird." she simply shrugged.

"Are you alright? I'm worried about you, love." I whispered, pulling her away from my chest to look at her. Just then I saw something change. It was her facial expression. I'm not sure what she was feeling. Was it anger? Shock? Sadness? I didn't know, but I was going to find out.

"You don't have to be worried about me, Liam." she said dryly, her face inches away from mine. Her breath smelled like coffee and mint. It drove me crazy.

"But I am." I said. "I'm fine, Liam." she snapped. "Have I done something to upset you? I'm sorry, if I have." I said, taken aback. "No, Liam. You haven't done anything wrong. Believe me. I'm fine." she muttered, getting out of my grip and turning around.

"I don't believe you." I whispered. I heard a sniffle. I felt my heart sink, listening to her sniffle a few more times.

I simply stared at the back of her head, wishing there was something I could do; something I could say to make her feel better. She whipped around, trying to keep the tears from falling. 

"That's what everyone says. Nobody ever believes me. No matter what I say or do, I'm always the liar. Even if I'm telling the truth, no one even stops to think that maybe I'm not lying." she whispered loud enough for me to hear, her voice cracking as she spoke. Before I could even say anything, tears rolled down her cheeks.

"You're the only person who's ever believed me, understood me completely, listened to me, helped me, protected me, given me hope. Listening to you say that you don't believe me almost broke me. I'm not blaming you, or saying that any of this is your fault, or that you've done something wrong. I just need to sort some things out, and I need some space. I love you, and this is not your fault." she said, sobbing violently.

"I love you, more than you'll ever know. I'll respect your decision and give you space, take as long as you need. I will wait for you, I promise and I'm sorry." I whispered as I stepped closer and kissed her on the forehead before turning around and walking away.

I wish I could kiss away her pain, but right now, I know it's best that I give her the space and time that she needs.

*Louis' P.O.V.*

I was sat on the couch, downing another beer. I'd been doing this since last night, and I eventually lost count before I fell asleep. The horrible hangover this morning didn't stop me from continuing my little drinking fest, because no matter how many beers I had last night, I remembered the events all too well.

How could Harry do this to me? I felt like a horrible bestfriend. Even though I hadn't done anything wrong, I felt like the culprit. I felt so guilty for yelling at Haz like that. He's was just protecting his friendship with Georgie. I felt so selfish.

Suddenly, I felt anger bubble from inside me. I felt infuriated in every single way and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I threw the empty bottles of beer against the wall and sobbed as my anger turned into tears. Hot tears ran down my face as I thought about what he must be going through. I'm mad at him, but at the same time, I'm mad at myself for what I've done too.

As I sobbed uncontrollably, I heard the front door open and close. My head instantly shot up and I saw Eleanor stood right in front of me. A look of worry crossed over her face as she looked into my eyes.

"Louis," she whispered sadly. I looked and down and continued to sob. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here." she cooed, sitting down beside me and rubbing my back. "I don't know what to feel, El." I whispered. "The boys explained everything to me, none of this is your fault. You deserve to be mad at him. But just think about it, what would you have done if you were him?" she said, pulling me into her arms. "I feel pissed off and sorry at the same time, I don't know what to do." I cried into her chest as she cradled my head in her arms.

"Look, just calm down, and think about it for a few days. The boys are worried sick about you, but they're willing to give you your space because they want you to feel better. I'll stay here with you." she said, stroking my cheek. "Okay," I nodded. "Babe, remember that Harry would never do something like on purpose. He cares a lot about you, he'd never hurt you like that. Talk it out with him once you're ready, things will be okay, I promise." she said and kissed my lips softly.

"Thanks, babe." I said, smiling weakly and holding her in my arms.


**(A/N): I'm sorry I haven't updated in over a month.. I know, I'm a horrible person! I'd managed to get a lot of inspiration, though. I just wasn't able to put it into words. I'm hoping I can write a lot before school starts since I already have some things in mind about what's going to happen in the next few chapters. Hope you guys liked this one! .xx**

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