The Monster [H.S.]

Chapter 30

"Why don't you understand that's wrong?!" I scream, storming out of the small room as Harry follows behind me, sighing.

"Annabelle it really wasn't that bad." he defends for the millionth time.

"Harry those are my memories. You have no right to see them."

"It wasn't even me, I was just observing!"

"That doesn't make it any better! I don't care who it was I don't want it again." I say weakly.

I feel Harry's hand lightly tug on my arm and I'm easily turned around to him, weak and tired of this.

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to upset you." He says so sincerely with eyes so sorrowful I nearly fall to the ground.

"Just please, please don't do it again" I say, and for the smallest of moments I feel my guard go down, but as soon as it's down it's built back up twice as high.

"I won't. I'll never let anyone do that to to again, okay?" He swears, and as he looks into my eyes and tucks my hair behind my ear I put my trust into him. For the first time in over a decade I put my trust into someone, and I know it's because he's special. He's special to me.

"Harry." Niall calls sternly from behind him, and I curve my head around his body as Harry turns his head.

"Yes?" Harry asks impatiently.

"Paul wants you in his office."

"Paul also wants Octavia in his bed but we all want things we won't get." he spits and I snigger.

"Asshole." Niall mutters as he walks away.

"Shit, I have to go to his office."

"I thought you weren't going to?"

"I have to, I just wanted Niall to report back to Paul and remind him Octavia isn't getting into his bed any time soon." He smirks.

"You really are an asshole aren't you?" I ask rhetorically.

"Yes, I am, but so are you so don't judge me." He rolls his eyes and I take my tongue between my teeth as not to laugh even though I'm grinning insanely.

"Where do I go?" I ask, the realisation hitting me that I'm always with Harry.

"Just go to our room and I'll see you there." he shrugs and walks away, and I watch his back muscles tense under his skin tight black shirt.

I turn and walk down the narrow hallway with beige walls, one of 8 that all lead to the octagonal forum. As I'm approaching the forum a door opens on the left further down the hallway and Zayn Malik walks out and heads in my direction. I'm not sure whether to ignore him, trip him up or high five him so I try to steer clear of eye contact.

"Annabelle." he calls.

Shit.

I look up as he approaches me and his face remains in a frown, much like Harry's.

"Zayn."

"Not escaped yet?" He asks, a small smile creeping into his face.

"Nope, I've realised that if I escape you'll catch me and also that I won't know shit about what's going on." I shrug, even though nothing has made sense to me since the day I saw green eyes flash in front of me.

"I just wanted you to know that, I don't know what it is that is going on with you and Harry, and you might not even be aware of it or maybe you don't want to admit it, but something is going in between you two, and I just want you to know that yesterday he smiled at me. Harry Styles hasn't smiled a genuine smile at me since we were 10. Well, not while he's been himself anyway."