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.


1. The Letter

AN: You probably want to read My Friend Marcel before you read this, or otherwise it’s not gonna make sense…J love you all!

Ten years ago…

I watched from the side window as the scenery flew by.  A single tear slipped down my cheek as we passed the sign that said Welcome to Holmes Chapel. I remembered hating this place the second I laid eyes on it, and laughed humorlessly to myself as I wiped my tears away. I wanted to get out of here as fast as possible at first…now I don’t want to leave. My life sure is screwed up… My phone vibrated in my lap, and I looked down.

From: Harry <3
Miss you already, babe…
L Ily4ever

I couldn’t bring myself to respond. It was too hard. This was too hard. Danny reached over from his car seat and patted my shaking hand. My dad looked into the rearview mirror, and I returned his look with a glare. “Don’t look at me like that, Ann.” He said. “I’m doing what I have to do.”

“Yeah,” I muttered. “What you have to do.” I turned and looked out at the scenery again.

Fast-forward ten years…
Annie’s POV

“And here’s your drink, sir.” I smile at the man. He winks at me.

“Thanks, sugar.” He says. Ding! goes the tip jar. Yay! goes me. I start scrubbing the counters of the Starbucks that I work at.  My roommate, Marie, pokes me in the shoulder.

“Thanks, sugar,” She says in a deep voice. I poke her right back.

“Don’t start with me, Carson.” She sticks her tongue out at me, and skips into the kitchen, whistling. Marie is one of those people that is always happy, always smiling, always chipper.

Sometimes I really hate her.

Niall would have loved her. I stop, and shake my head. I hadn’t talked to anyone in ages.  Our communication after I moved to London just sort of…died down. I kept in touch the longest with Louis…but even he stopped after a while.  After I went to Uni, I moved to a small town outside of Wolver Hampton…it wasn’t that far from Holmes Chapel, but I never found the time to go and visit anyone. I got a Christmas card from Hannah and Niall a couple of years ago.  They got married right out of college.  Louis and Olivia were still dating—at least, that’s what I heard last. Liam had had a string of bad luck in dating—after Casey, there was Danielle, who broke up with him because he wasn’t at her side 24/7, and then Sophia, who cheated on him. (AN: I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST SOPHLIAM OR PAYZER!!!) Then he met some girl at his university… I think her name was Katrina, or something… Zayn was still single, and was working at some tattoo parlor or something…and Harry… My heart pings just to hear his name. I shake my head, and pull my apron off, hanging it behind the counter. “Mar, I’m heading home.” I called.

“Okay! Oh, there was something from some school for you in the mail! I put it on the counter!” Marie called as she made a chocolate mocha for the lady at the counter.

“Thanks! See you later!”


I unlocked the door and stepped into me and Marie’s tiny apartment.  I threw my bag onto the counter, then pulled one of those quickie meals from the freezer and tossed it into the microwave. A piece of paper was on the counter, and I groaned, softly. It’s probably another bill or something… I grabbed it, and my heart stopped as I saw where it was from. Holmes Chapel Public High School? What?

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