SAY SOMETHING
Chapter 8
Annie’s POV
Harry had come back into my life so quickly that I didn’t even have enough time to transition. I didn’t have time to even think about what was going on. For two years I only felt resentment and pain with the occasional outburst at people like Peter. The people that judged them before even trying to know them were the people that I typically tried to avoid. So I guess now you’re asking why I’m even with Peter. Believe it or not he made me happy. Believe it or not, he did take care of me when I needed someone. Believe it or not Peter made me forget about Harry and to be honest that’s exactly what I needed.
I didn’t ask for Harry to come back into my life. In fact, I could’ve gone the rest of my life without seeing him or talking to him again because I knew it would be as painful as it was………but the truth is…. I do need closure with him. I need to talk to him about what happened between us, because I just can’t see how Harry could’ve been hurt by what happened.
“So this is your apartment, downstairs is your private studio,” Harry wiggled his eyebrows at me, “and the bottom floor is your gallery?” I nodded as I stuck my straw in my mouth and took another sip of the strawberry smoothie that I made us. “Wow.” He breathed.
“What?” I asked and leaned away from him. We were sitting at my kitchen table.
“It’s just amazing.”
“I still can’t read your mind Harry.” I laughed.
“You’ve just accomplished so much since the last time I saw you.” He said simply as he stared into his smoothie and swirled the straw around. Because of his quiff, his curls didn’t fall over his eyes as much as before. He’s changed so much. For the first time since he walked into my gallery, I admired the tattoos that now decorated his arms. I leaned a little to the right so I could look more in detail at the intricate ship on his bicep that disappeared underneath the sleeve of his skintight black t-shirt. When I didn’t reply to his statement he looked up at me and for the thousandth time in my life, the striking emerald color of his eyes surprised me. He studied my face for a second and then his lips pulled into a grin and I couldn’t help but smile back as his dimples engraved in his cheeks. “What?” He chuckled.
“Well, I’m pretty sure you’re accomplishments are more impressive than mine.” I said simply.
He shrugged and looked back down at his smoothie. Was he blushing? “So have you been keeping tabs on me?” He asked with his eyes still staring into the red liquid and then he looked up at me again.
“Not really,” I lied and mimicked his action of examining my smoothie. Truth is, I’ve been watching them almost like a stalker would. I’ve watched countless videos from their tours, memorized both albums, and watched any recording of award shows that I could. I knew everything that they had been up to since I’d been gone.
“Oh.” He mumbled and I could tell he was kind of embarrassed for asking.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t know what you’ve had the privilege of doing Harry.” I chuckled and he looked at me and smiled. “So. What’s the next big thing for 1D?” I asked.
“Well we’ll be in LA for a few weeks for 1D Day and the release of our album.”
“Are you nervous?” I asked.
“About which part?” His eyebrows kitted together and his striking emerald eyes searched mine.
“Either.” I shrugged and stood up to take our empty smoothie cups to the sink. I walked over to my pantry and grabbed a bag of Lays potato chips.
“Both.” He sighed and I looked at him with an eyebrow raised as I walked over to the refrigerator.
“Why would you be?” I asked.
“Well I’m nervous for 1D Day because it’s 7 hours. Nothing like this has ever been done and I just hope people actually tune in. I’m nervous for the album like I always am.” He shrugged.
“Why would you be nervous about the album?” I asked and I was truly confused.
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair and I could tell his shoulders becoming tense. He turned around to look at me with an eyebrow raised and a small smile playing at one corner of his mouth. “Aren’t you ever nervous to try selling a new painting? It’s just stressful because we always try to change our sound at least a little bit from album to album so if the fans don’t like it well we’re kind of screwed.”
“I get that, but you really don’t need to be worried. They’ll love it no matter what.” I said.
“How do you know that?” He asked and he stood from his chair suddenly and walked over to me so he was only a few inches away from me. “How could you possibly know what 20 million people will think?”
I was taken aback by how direct he was being, but I shouldn’t have been. Harry’s always been like that. “I know because they love you Harry. They love you like their best friend, they love you like you’re the most important person in the world to them. That alone makes your album flawless.” He raised his eyebrow. “Trust me.” He started to lean forward and when I backed up I was pressed against the kitchen counter. His hands came up to rest on the counter beside my hips. His emerald eyes darted from my lips and back up to my eyes as he leaned even closer to me. I surprised myself when I started to lean into him and I felt blood rush to my cheeks as one of Harry’s hands moved off the counter and latched onto one of my hipbones.
When our lips were centimeters apart I heard my phone start to ring in my bedroom. Harry instantly let out a sigh and let his head drop. When he bent his head down his head rested on my shoulder and I lifted my hand to the back of his neck. I pushed past him and jogged to my room to grab my phone.
“Hello?” I panted.
“There’s my favorite girl!”
“Peter!” I said surprised. My butterflies immediately erupted in my stomach as I realized that my ex was standing in my kitchen as I spoke on the phone with my current boyfriend.
“What are you doing? You sound…odd.” Peter chuckled.
“Huh?” I asked and whirled around when I heard Harry shuffle up to my room and lean on the doorframe. He folded his arms over his chest and crossed his ankle as he looked at me.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m uh. Just uh—“ I stammered as I looked at Harry’s focused emerald stare.
“Annie, spit it out.” Peter hissed and I could tell he was fuming.
“I’m with a friend right now.” I said not taking my eyes off of Harry’s.
“Just a friend.” It wasn’t a question, it was more like an accusation.
I let my eyelids fall defeated. “I’m with my ex.”
“You're with your fucking ex-boyfriend! Are you fucking kidding me Annie?!”
“Peter I—“ Now I turned away from Harry because his eyes had turned into concern and he was pursing his lips. I knew he was slipping into his old protective ways.
“You know what I’m coming over.” I heard the other line click off.
“Peter? Peter!” I yelled as tears rimmed my eyes.
I flinched when Harry’s cologne wafted into my nose and his warm hand wrapped around my phone and pulled it away from my ear. I turned to face him and he was pressing the lock button on my iPhone. He started to spin it in his fingers and then he looked up at me through his eyelashes. He tossed my phone onto my bed and grabbed my hand.
“Harry—“ He pulled me into a hug and I tried to become entranced with his scent like I always did when he used to hold me. “Harry, you need to leave now.” I whispered.
He stepped away from me and nodded. “Bye Annie.” He whispered and walked out of my room.
My heart almost stopped. I bolted out of my room and saw Harry opening the door to the stairwell to my studio. “Harry!” He turned back around. “I’ll see you again right? While you’re in LA?”
He smiled. “Bye Annie.”
Harry had come back into my life so quickly that I didn’t even have enough time to transition. I didn’t have time to even think about what was going on. For two years I only felt resentment and pain with the occasional outburst at people like Peter. The people that judged them before even trying to know them were the people that I typically tried to avoid. So I guess now you’re asking why I’m even with Peter. Believe it or not he made me happy. Believe it or not, he did take care of me when I needed someone. Believe it or not Peter made me forget about Harry and to be honest that’s exactly what I needed.
I didn’t ask for Harry to come back into my life. In fact, I could’ve gone the rest of my life without seeing him or talking to him again because I knew it would be as painful as it was………but the truth is…. I do need closure with him. I need to talk to him about what happened between us, because I just can’t see how Harry could’ve been hurt by what happened.
“So this is your apartment, downstairs is your private studio,” Harry wiggled his eyebrows at me, “and the bottom floor is your gallery?” I nodded as I stuck my straw in my mouth and took another sip of the strawberry smoothie that I made us. “Wow.” He breathed.
“What?” I asked and leaned away from him. We were sitting at my kitchen table.
“It’s just amazing.”
“I still can’t read your mind Harry.” I laughed.
“You’ve just accomplished so much since the last time I saw you.” He said simply as he stared into his smoothie and swirled the straw around. Because of his quiff, his curls didn’t fall over his eyes as much as before. He’s changed so much. For the first time since he walked into my gallery, I admired the tattoos that now decorated his arms. I leaned a little to the right so I could look more in detail at the intricate ship on his bicep that disappeared underneath the sleeve of his skintight black t-shirt. When I didn’t reply to his statement he looked up at me and for the thousandth time in my life, the striking emerald color of his eyes surprised me. He studied my face for a second and then his lips pulled into a grin and I couldn’t help but smile back as his dimples engraved in his cheeks. “What?” He chuckled.
“Well, I’m pretty sure you’re accomplishments are more impressive than mine.” I said simply.
He shrugged and looked back down at his smoothie. Was he blushing? “So have you been keeping tabs on me?” He asked with his eyes still staring into the red liquid and then he looked up at me again.
“Not really,” I lied and mimicked his action of examining my smoothie. Truth is, I’ve been watching them almost like a stalker would. I’ve watched countless videos from their tours, memorized both albums, and watched any recording of award shows that I could. I knew everything that they had been up to since I’d been gone.
“Oh.” He mumbled and I could tell he was kind of embarrassed for asking.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t know what you’ve had the privilege of doing Harry.” I chuckled and he looked at me and smiled. “So. What’s the next big thing for 1D?” I asked.
“Well we’ll be in LA for a few weeks for 1D Day and the release of our album.”
“Are you nervous?” I asked.
“About which part?” His eyebrows kitted together and his striking emerald eyes searched mine.
“Either.” I shrugged and stood up to take our empty smoothie cups to the sink. I walked over to my pantry and grabbed a bag of Lays potato chips.
“Both.” He sighed and I looked at him with an eyebrow raised as I walked over to the refrigerator.
“Why would you be?” I asked.
“Well I’m nervous for 1D Day because it’s 7 hours. Nothing like this has ever been done and I just hope people actually tune in. I’m nervous for the album like I always am.” He shrugged.
“Why would you be nervous about the album?” I asked and I was truly confused.
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair and I could tell his shoulders becoming tense. He turned around to look at me with an eyebrow raised and a small smile playing at one corner of his mouth. “Aren’t you ever nervous to try selling a new painting? It’s just stressful because we always try to change our sound at least a little bit from album to album so if the fans don’t like it well we’re kind of screwed.”
“I get that, but you really don’t need to be worried. They’ll love it no matter what.” I said.
“How do you know that?” He asked and he stood from his chair suddenly and walked over to me so he was only a few inches away from me. “How could you possibly know what 20 million people will think?”
I was taken aback by how direct he was being, but I shouldn’t have been. Harry’s always been like that. “I know because they love you Harry. They love you like their best friend, they love you like you’re the most important person in the world to them. That alone makes your album flawless.” He raised his eyebrow. “Trust me.” He started to lean forward and when I backed up I was pressed against the kitchen counter. His hands came up to rest on the counter beside my hips. His emerald eyes darted from my lips and back up to my eyes as he leaned even closer to me. I surprised myself when I started to lean into him and I felt blood rush to my cheeks as one of Harry’s hands moved off the counter and latched onto one of my hipbones.
When our lips were centimeters apart I heard my phone start to ring in my bedroom. Harry instantly let out a sigh and let his head drop. When he bent his head down his head rested on my shoulder and I lifted my hand to the back of his neck. I pushed past him and jogged to my room to grab my phone.
“Hello?” I panted.
“There’s my favorite girl!”
“Peter!” I said surprised. My butterflies immediately erupted in my stomach as I realized that my ex was standing in my kitchen as I spoke on the phone with my current boyfriend.
“What are you doing? You sound…odd.” Peter chuckled.
“Huh?” I asked and whirled around when I heard Harry shuffle up to my room and lean on the doorframe. He folded his arms over his chest and crossed his ankle as he looked at me.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m uh. Just uh—“ I stammered as I looked at Harry’s focused emerald stare.
“Annie, spit it out.” Peter hissed and I could tell he was fuming.
“I’m with a friend right now.” I said not taking my eyes off of Harry’s.
“Just a friend.” It wasn’t a question, it was more like an accusation.
I let my eyelids fall defeated. “I’m with my ex.”
“You're with your fucking ex-boyfriend! Are you fucking kidding me Annie?!”
“Peter I—“ Now I turned away from Harry because his eyes had turned into concern and he was pursing his lips. I knew he was slipping into his old protective ways.
“You know what I’m coming over.” I heard the other line click off.
“Peter? Peter!” I yelled as tears rimmed my eyes.
I flinched when Harry’s cologne wafted into my nose and his warm hand wrapped around my phone and pulled it away from my ear. I turned to face him and he was pressing the lock button on my iPhone. He started to spin it in his fingers and then he looked up at me through his eyelashes. He tossed my phone onto my bed and grabbed my hand.
“Harry—“ He pulled me into a hug and I tried to become entranced with his scent like I always did when he used to hold me. “Harry, you need to leave now.” I whispered.
He stepped away from me and nodded. “Bye Annie.” He whispered and walked out of my room.
My heart almost stopped. I bolted out of my room and saw Harry opening the door to the stairwell to my studio. “Harry!” He turned back around. “I’ll see you again right? While you’re in LA?”
He smiled. “Bye Annie.”
Notes
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