Shadows

Harry's POV
After Annalise leaves to go to some friends house I call up Louis.
"Hey mate," he answers.
"Lou, I'm horny," I say bluntly and lock my bedroom door.
"Well mate there's no way in hell I'm helping you with that," Louis snickers. "But I think Susan wants to see you."
"Who the hell is Susan?" I ask and flop down on my bed.
"You went home with her last night," Louis explained, used to me not knowing the faces that go with names.
"Well then I need a different girl," I say. I don't shag the same girl consecutively. Don't want them getting any ideas about having a relationship or some bullshit.
"Wasn't Annalise going over to your house for dinner, you could bark up that tree," he suggests.
I roll my eyes. "Annalise wouldn't, plus she's not my type."
"I thought your type was girl," Louis says seriously. "Are you telling me Annalise isn't a girl?"
"She's a girl alright," I mumble, thinking back to her changing in her room earlier.
"What was that?" Louis asks.
"Nothing," I say abruptly. "Seriously mate do you know anyone?"
"Try checking your own phone Harold," Louis says and I can practically hear him rolling his eyes. "Just text the first name in your phone and see what happens."
"The very first one eh?" I ask and smirk.
"Why not," Louis says. "Just close your eyes or cover the name or something, see what happens."
"What if the first name is a dude," I say suddenly.
"Well either way you're getting laid..."
"Shut up Louis," I say but can't contain my laughter.
"Hey if you don't want Annalise mind if I take a crack at her?" He asks.
"Are you serious? She's a total geek mate," I scoff.
"She's a hot geek Harry," Louis points out.
That she is.
"Go for it, she seems particularly frigid since I last saw her so good luck," I hiss out angrily and end the call.
I sigh and scroll through my contacts until I find a name that looks somewhat familiar. Macy. I text her and begin scrolling through twitter.
All anyone is tweeting is stuff about Catherine. I scroll through endless #RIPCatherineGrey's and eventually give up on finding anything besides that. Curiosity flares and I click on the little search button, typing in Annalise Grey. For some reason, I feel disappointed when I discover that Annalise doesn't have a twitter.
At that moment I get a text from Macy, asking me to come over. I practically jump out of bed and sprint downstairs.
"I'm going out mum!" I call over my shoulder. "I'm spending the night at Louis's!"
She shouts back her consent and I burst through the door into the pouring rain. I hop in my car and am about to back out when I notice a car pulling into Annalise's driveway. I observe as Annalise jogs to the car, shielding her hair with a bag. She smiles as she hops in and my eyes sweep over the driveway. It's one of Annalise's friends, her name seems to have slipped my mind. I think it starts with an M. They talk for a moment and Annalise reaches over to hug the friend girl before they pull out of the driveway. To my horror, Annalise glances over at me with a curious expression before they speed away through the rain.

Annalise's POV
I sprawl out on the soft carpet of Maggie's bedroom and stare up at the ceiling.
"So do the police have any leads?" She inquires from her place on her large bed.
"Not that I know of," I groan and my head falls to the side. I stare at the pale pink walls and white furniture, my eyes grazing over the various photos of Maggie and I and a small smile plays at my lips.
"That sucks," she replies and the silence is awkward.
"Maggie," I begin tentatively. As I'm about to continue my phone rings in my back pocket. I pull it out, assuming it's my mom. I answer without looking at the caller ID.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hey! Annalise?" An unfamiliar voice rings through. I abruptly sit up and Maggie looks at me curiously. I hop on the white bed with her and set my phone on speaker in between us.
"Yes? Who is this?" I ask and Maggie looks at me with wide eyes.
"Louis, Louis Tomlinson," he says proudly.
Maggie's jaw drops and she mouths Oh my god to me. I whack her arm.
"Can I help you?" I ask, still confused as to why he's calling me.
"I'm throwing a party tomorrow night," he says, un fazed by my obvious awkwardness. "I'd like you to come."
"Can I bring a friend?" I ask and glance at Maggie who nods excitedly.
"As long as it's not a guy," Louis says flirtatiously.
I feel myself blush at the tone of his voice. "Uh no," I stutter out as Maggie looks like she's about to have a heart attack she's silently freaking out so much.
"Well fantastic, see you tomorrow at seven!" He says happily.
"Okay," I mumble and hang up the phone. As soon as the call disconnects, Maggie flips out.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Maggie shrieks and jumps up and down while she sits.
"I have no idea," I admit, staring at my phone with wide eyes.
"First your getting ride homes and having dinner with Harry styles, now you're going to Louis Tomlinson's party? When did you become so cool?!" She asks.
"First, Harry hates me," I explain. "And I have no idea why Louis invited me. Or how he even got my number."
"He's one of the sexiest guys I've ever laid eyes on," she says seriously and clutches my arm. "Don't question it."
We both start laughing at the insanity of the entire situation. I've never been invited to a party in my life. That was always Catherine. As soon as the thought of Catherine pops into my mind I stop laughing.
"I can't go to the party Maggie," I say seriously.
"Why the hell not?" She asks.
"My sister was just found dead," I explain and look at my hands folded in my lap. "I don't exactly feel like partying."
"That's exactly why you should," Maggie says gently. "I think you need to get out of the house and actually do something fun," she grabs my hand and looks at me with large eyes.
"Let me think about it," I mutter and she draws me into a hug. She wraps her arms around me soothingly and rubs my back. "Can I sleep here tonight?" I ask, burying my face in my best friends hair.
"Of course," she says and I sigh in relief. I really didn't want to sleep at home alone tonight. I can't believe my parents just left me there right after Catherine's body was found.
"Should we do some homework?" Maggie says and breaks off the hug. I sigh and glare at my backpack.
"Yeah probably," I groan and we set to work.

Notes

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