The Phantom

Annabelle is an aspiring southern actress. She just moved from a small Georgia town to Atlanta. While on her way to a call back she is run into by a curly haired, green eyed, Brit. That one moment while she was running late to her audition will change her life forever

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10. Breakthrough

Annabelle's P.O.V.

What did I just do? I showed my emotions to Harry, just like I promised I wouldn't do. I walked into the other bedroom, shut the door behind me and locked it. I stumbled over to the bed, barley able to see where I was going due to the tears still streaming down my face. I curled up in the fetal position and sobbed. I wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in Harry's arms at that moment, but I knew that, that meant letting him win. Something that would not happen.

My pants were soaked at the knees where I had buried my face into them. I only looked up because of the sharp knock coming from the door. "I'm not here!" I called through a shaky voice.

"Let me in!" he called back. "Can we talk, but this time I actually get to have a word?" I got up slowly and shuffled to the door. I looked at the handle, watching wiggle back and forth as Harry tried to open it from the outside. I slowly reached for the knob, and twisted it slowly, delaying his entrance as long as possible. 

"Hey." Harry said, sticking his head through the crack in the door. "Could you let me in?" I stared at him. Not sure whether or not to close the door on his neck or let him in. I decided to go with the latter, considering that it didn't involve life threatening injuries.  "Thanks" he said, stepping in. I closed the door behind him, and went to sit back down on the bed. "Would you say something?" he asked as he sat down next to me.

"What do you want me to say. I have nothing more to say to you. You know how I feel about this whole situation, and how I feel about you. There is nothing more to say." I let go of my knees, which I had had in a death grip, and let my head fall to the pillow. My eyes felt heavy. Most likely from all the crying, and all the crap I had been through today.

"I'm sorry." He looked down at his hands in his lap, then back to me. "I didn't want to hurt you. I thought I was doing what was best."
"You could have consulted me about my well being before you went off, deciding what was good for me and what wasn't. You barely knew me, but you still thought you knew me well enough to know that it was best for me to have you just disappear, and never contact me." I rolled over onto my left side so that I could see him better. "That was quite a dick move."

"I know." He said again, and put his head next to mine, so that we were eye and eye. "I think that we should go back to my room. I don't think Liam would like it if he knew that we were in here when I have a perfectly good room, just for me." he sat up and put a hand out for me. I put my hand in his and allowed him to lift me to a sitting position. 

"Fine." I said, as I stood and walked out of Liam's room and into Harry's. I felt heat on my neck as I went to sit down on the bed. I spun around, and smacked nose into Harry's chest. "WHAT THE FUCK!" I yelled, taking a step back, and grabbing my nose. "Why are you so close behind me?!"

"I didn't want you to close the door in my face again." He said, heading to the bed.

"What door am I going to close in your face? The closest one is a good 5ft away!" I still had a hold of my nose. It was throbbing, and I was afraid if I removed my hand, I would have blood everywhere.

"Are you okay?" He asked, getting up off the bed and walking over to me.

"Yes Harry, I'm fine. I'm just holding my nose, and tilting my head back for the fun of it." I said sarcastically. "Why the fuck would I be okay?!" I spun on my heels and headed to the bathroom to get some tissue.

"I'm sorry." He followed me. "I didn't realize that you would turn around."

"And that gives you an excuse to walk an inch away from me!" I said, reaching for the tissue.

"You're right." he said, as he closed the lid on the toilet and sat down. "I shouldn't have been so close behind you." He paused and looked up at me. "It's my fault."

I didn't respond as I reached for the tissue. I shoved some ip my nose to stop the bleeding, then turned to face him. What does he want me to say? That I forgive him? That I'm not still hurting? I can't tell him that. It would be lying. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing would come out. My tongue felt like sandpaper against the roof of my mouth. I shut it, turned away from Harry, and walked out of the room. Leaving him on the toilet.

I felt his presence on my back once again. "Do you mind?" I asked, stopping in front of the bed.

"Do you wanna do something?" he said. I could feel his breath hot on my neck as he spoke, filling my stomach with butterflies.

"I want to sit on the bed, and watch people live their lives from the window." I went over and sat on the edge of the bed, acting as if his presence didn't phase me.

"I do that sometimes." Harry Said, coming and sitting down next to me. A lady pushing a stroller walked down the sidewalk. I followed her with my eyes, Wondering what it's like to be a mom. Knowing that you are in charge of such a small and fragile life. "Sometimes I watch, and wonder what it's like to be normal again." He ran his fingers through his hair, moving it up and out of his eyes. "I wonder what it's like to walk outside without being mobbed. I haven't been able to do that since before the X-Factor."

"Sounds fun." I said, standing up and walking to the window. I knew that I was being a bitch, but I didn't care. I pulled back the curtains, revealing a pool. "You wanna go down to the pool?" I asked him. I needed to get out of this room. I felt like a caged animal. I couldn't sit there with him, feeling like the walls were closing in around us. Pushing us closer and closer together, something that I didn't want to happen.

"Um, Depends." he said, standing and walking over to stand next to me at the window. "Is there a fence around it?"

"Yeah." I said, making it sound like he was stupid. "It's a hotel pool. They don't want people swimming in it unless they are guest here." I said, letting go of the drape, allowing it to fall back into place, hiding the pool from view. "CRAP!" I yelled, walking back over to the bed.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked, turning, as he watched me walk back to the bed.

"I don't have a swimsuit." I threw up my hands and laughed at myself. "There goes that idea."Harry walked away and stood in front of me. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. That thing fits in his pocket!? My pants aren't even that tight and I can barely fit my phone in mine. He pointed at his wallet, with and insanely large grin on his face. "OH! NO!" I said. "We are not going shopping."

"What? Why not?" He put a fake frown on his face, pooching out his bottom lip.

"Because I don't want to be seen in public with you. I don't want to be the next 'Mystery woman' in Harry Styles' life. I don't want my face to be plastered all over news stands. I want to be able to continue to live my life without being chased around by paparazzi. Okay?!"

"How about we put you in a hat and sunglasses. No one will recognize you."He said, trying to convince me.

"Did you not hear a word I just said?!" I shouted at him. Standing up and walking over to the other side of the bed.

"I just don't want to be cooped up in this hotel room when there is a whole world out there! My life is spent in hotels because it is too dangerous for me to leave them. I want to be able to go out while I have the chance!." He was almost shouting.

"Fine!" I said, running back into the bathroom. "Just let me clean up my face first. I probably don't want to go out in public looking like a raccoon." I leaned over the bathroom counter, and wiped the mascara out from under my eyes with a wad of tissue. I can't believe Iet him see me looking like this! I thought, as I pulled blood covered tissue out of my nose. I reached for my bag and pulled out my concealer and mascara. I reapplied my makeup, making sure to not let it be obvious that I had been crying.

I walked out of the bathroom 5 minutes later to find Harry sitting on the bed, waiting for me. "You ready?" he asked, standing and walking over to me.

"Yeah." I said, looking down. I didn't want to look him in the eyes. He put his hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward the door.

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