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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7. Leave me alone!

Lilly’s P.O.V


    I stormed out the door, completely forgetting about a stunned Liam standing there. If I were a cartoon there would have steam blowing out of my ears.

    “YOU BITCH!” I screamed at Annabelle as I kicked gravel in her direction. “YOU LIED TO ME!”

    She stood there holding one hand to her head. “What?” She asked as Harry came around the car and wrapped his arm around the small of her waist, making me even MORE pissed.

    “You’re dating Harry?!?!” I accused her. I had stopped about 10 feet from her, scared that I would fatally injure her.

    “UHH,” she gasped, “I am definitely NOT, dating Harry.” She shouted back.

    “Well it sure looks like it to me.” I gestured to the two. “You lied to me Annabelle.” I said as tears welled up in my eyes. “It’s been like this our whole life's. I love something, but it always chooses you, leaving me in the dust.

“What?” Annabelle exclaimed. “Name one time.”

“Well, my 7th birthday party. All of my friends wanted to hang out with, for you to do their makeup. Or maybe my 8th birthday party, EVERYONE begged you to sing for them, while no one noticed that I was sitting in my bedroom alone, crying. Or how about my first boyfriend. We dated for 2 weeks before he left me for you. Oh wait, Lets not forget about the time we both auditioned for the talent show, and they picked you over me. They said that they couldn’t have sisters competing against each other!” At this point I was completely failing at holding back tears.”Is that what you were looking for Annabelle? Tell me, how does it feel to get slapped in the face with reality?” Oh great, here come the tears, and on top of it Harry styles is watching me have a break down moment, wait a second, where is Liam? I really need to get some ADD medication. Hey wait! is it thursday? Gasp! Glee’s coming on tonight! I wonder if Marley is ever gonna get back with Jake? He really does mean well, I mean everyone makes mistakes.

“Lilly!” Annabelle shouted,breaking me out of my trance. “Lilly, I really didn't know.” she whispered just loud enough for me to hear. She reached for her head again. “I don’t feel so good.” she said, swaying from side to side. “I need to lie down.”

Harry reached for her. “Here let me help you to the house.”


Annabelle’s P.O.V.


    My head was pounding, and Lilly yelling at me was not helping the pain. “I’m sorry.” I said to her, not sure what I was apologizing for, I just knew that it needed to be said, "I really didn't know." "I don't feel so good." I looked down at the ground and felt my knees buckle. Before I could hit the ground Harry’s strong hands had me in their grip. “I’m okay.” I swatted his hand away, and grabbed the hood of his Audi for balance. I looked to Lilly, “I’m sorry, it wasn't on purpose.” I was getting dizzy again.”Lilly, I’m not feeling so hot.” I looked down at the gravel beneath my feet, the silver, and black specks on the rocks had began to blend. “I know that this isn't the best time to ask, But can you maybe help me to my room?” I swayed to my left, and to catch my self on Harry’s car for a second time. Lilly looked at me with confusion and hurt written all over her face. Her ocean blue eyes glazing over as she shook her head, and backed away, running toward the house, kicking up rocks behind her.

    “Get Outta My way!” she shouted, kicking the door open, making LIam jump out of the way, a look of terror on his face.

    “I’ll help you to your house.” Harry offered, reaching out to take my hand.

    “No!” I slapped his hand away, “I do have legs you know.” I turned away, grabbing the back of my head where I had hit the pavement. I walked slowly, I felt as if i was going to fall as each piece of gravel moved under my feet, throwing me off balance.

    I reached the door and almost fell through the open entrance. Harry grabbed the back of my shirt to steady me. I turned to him again, this time a little too fast, to slap his hand away, and fell on my ass. “I don't need your help!” I snapped at him.

    “Well it sure looks like it to me!” he said, reaching for me again. That time I didn't resist, I placed my hand his, allowing him to pull me back to my feet. I stepped into the house and heard my sisters whimpers somewhere in the back, and I realized that Liam must have followed her, because I saw no sign of him.

    I turned and walked the few feet toward the stairs. “Oh No you don’t” harry grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. What was he thinking? He knew good and well that I wanted nothing more than to sleep.

    I fought to get his hand off of me, but he was a good foot taller than me with an iron clasp, it was no use. I turned around and slapped him for the second time that day,

“Ow!” He hollard, rubbing his lower left jaw with his free hand. “You didn’t have to slap me in the same spot. I’m still sore from last time.

“Let. Go. Of. Me.” I said, in a low raspy voice, gritting my teeth and pausing after each word. My vertigo was increasing in intensity, and I didn’t feel that I had energy enough to stand there and fight him. “I want to go to bed.”

His grip didn’t loosen, “Hell No! There is no way I am letting you walk up those stairs in this condition. He pointed behind me, before placing his hand on my right hip, sending shivers up and down my spine. “Do you have a guest room on the main floor?” he asked, searching the room with his eyes for a room close enough that I could get to without endangering my life.

“Yea” I sighted, giving up, knowing that I had no hope of winning in my current state. I let him walk me to the guest room, trying to pull free of his grip the entire time, but making no progress. We came to the door, and as I went to turn the knob, Harry pulled me back and opened the door, pulling me in behind him. “Would You Let Go Of me?!” I shouted at him, His grip loosened and I fell the the bed. I looked up at him from the spot I had collapsed on. His eyes were mesmerizing, but they had a wild spark to them that terrified me at the same time, making me want to inch away slowly toward the wall.


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