Chapter 4 – Please don't leave me.

Annabelle's P.O.V for next three chapters.

May switch P.O.V's in each chapter – will mark it clearly if I do.

I placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, and then moved my lips to her ear.

Because,' I whispered, softly, 'I never want you to leave.'

I felt her inhale deeply, then exhale.

She relaxed again in my arms.

'Why?' she asked, still holding me lightly.

'I'd miss you.' I admitted, blushing a little as I said this.

I felt a thrumming on my neck, and I realised she was laughing.

'What's so funny?' I wondered aloud, 'I was being completely serious!'

'I know,' she closed her eyes, breathing deeply, 'I just wanted to hear you say that.'

'Oh.' I said with a sigh, and I moved my head back into the crook of her neck; I admit, it felt right to be held like this - by her.

'What's wrong, 'Belle?' Kelly asked as she moved her head so it sat lightly on my shoulder, 'I thought you would be excited that I'm back.'

I suddenly felt sad – I then realised she was going to leave again, and this time, I didn't think she'd return.

'Please don't leave me!' I whispered weakly.

I felt silent tears running down my face, but ignored them.

'What? Why would you think that I'd leave you?' she sounded bewildered, but I wasn't too sure.

'You always do.' I smiled sadly, untangling myself from the warmth and safety of her arms.

'But –'

I didn't glance back as I ran from the room, tears streaming down my face.

'But I love you...'

Hearing a knocking on my bedroom door, I groaned quietly as I rolled onto my back.

'What?' I croaked hoarsely.

I'd been crying for hours, locked in my room, 'All Time Low' and 'Demi Lovato' blasting my iPod speakers to high heaven.

'Are you okay, Annabelle?' a small voice asked, chirpily.

'Yeah!' I called back, leaping up and trying to save my now-smudged makeup, vainly.

'Can we come in?' Two voices asked.

Tania and Tara, obviously.

'Not right now, girls,' I replied, 'I'm not feeling too well – wouldn't want you to catch anything!'

'Okay, Annabelle, hope you feel better in the morning!' One twin said through the door.

'Sleep tight!' they called in unison.

I let out a tremendous sigh as I fell back onto my bed again.

'Why am I so hung up on you, Kelly Jones?' I asked, to no one in particular.

'Why?'

Kelly's P.O.V

'Did you see where Annabelle went by any chance?' I asked Polly, hoping desperately that she had.

'I think I saw her heading towards her dorm.' Polly replied, pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose, 'What was wrong with her, Kelly?'

'I don't know.' I lied, 'I think I might just go check on her.'

'Sure thing, Kel.' Polly practically beamed at me, then added, 'It's nice to have you back again.'

'It's nice to be back, Polly, it really is.'

Annabelle's P.O.V

Knock-knock.

'Who is it?' I groaned, annoyed.

Why couldn't people just leave me be?

'Kelly.'

Shit.

I pulled my pillow over my head, squeezing my eyes shut as tightly as I could.

'Go away.'

I think this is the only time I've ever told her to go away; I laughed bitterly to myself, and meant it.

'Why?' her voice sounded louder, clearer somehow.

Almost as if...

I sat up abruptly.

'What the hell are you doing in here?' I snapped angrily, 'How did you –'

'I used to sleep in here, Fritton,' she smirked, but it didn't quite reach her eyes, 'it would be considered strange if I didn't know where the spare key was.'

I frowned.

'What are you doing here?' I asked, still cross.

'I came to see you.' She looked at me warily, before coming to sit beside me on the bed.

'Why?' I said bitterly.

You don't care, so why bother?

'Why not?' She retorted, her smirk was smaller somehow.

Real smart, answer a question with a question – piss me off even more.

'You don't care, so why bother?'

'..What?' Kelly looked confused, 'Why would you think I don't care?'

'You always leave.' I said simply.

It was true. Always had been.

I was nearly positive I heard her sigh.

She looked up at me with sad eyes – it was strange, she was usually so confident and poised, ready for action.

'I won't.' She smiled softly, an attempt to console me.

'You will.' I argued.

'I won't.' She reiterated, 'I'll prove it to you.'

'How –'

But I was cut off.

Kelly's P.O.V

'You will.' She argued.

'I won't.' I repeated, 'I'll prove it to you.'

'How-'

But I didn't let her finish.

Instead, I leant forward, and firmly placed my lips against hers, only for a moment or so – but it was pure heaven.

Ecstasy.

I pulled back, uncertain.

She looked shocked.

'Believe me now?' I looked for some sort of reaction in her eyes, something to say she felt the same way.

'Yeah.' She replied, looking less shocked, more decisive.

'And?' I lowered my voice, whispering.

'You're definitely staying.'

I saw a smile tug at the corners of her lips.

'How do you know?' I asked, trying to keep my face neutral, which was hard, considering that inside I was beaming.

She leant forward, delicately wrapping her slight arms around my neck, gazing into my eyes, serious.

She kissed me, and it was perfect.

Her lips were soft and smooth, delicate and gentle.

I nipped her at her bottom lip, momentarily forgetting myself; she let out a soft moan.

'Sorry.' I mumbled into the kiss, blushing.

'S'okay.' She mumbled back, kissing me with more passion.

'Wait!' I pulled back suddenly.

'What?' she gasped, her cheeks flushed – like she'd forgotten how to breathe.

'I...I need to tell you something.' I admitted, playing with my fingers nervously.

She frowned at my hands before pulling them into her own lap, clasping them tightly.

'Tell me, then.' She smiled.

'I –'

'Annabelle!' a shrill voice interrupted me, 'You comin' out or what?'

Taylor, joy of joys.

'Chav alert!' Annabelle giggled into my ear, 'I should probably deal with this – after all, I am Head Girl, you know!'

I laughed, 'Oh go on, then.'

She got up to leave the room, but turned around suddenly and pulled me up to stand before her.

'What?' I quirked my eyebrow quizzically.

'A kiss for good luck?'

I wrapped my arms around her again and smirked, 'Sure.'

This time when I kissed her, I put everything I had into it.

She moaned as I bit her lip, running my tongue along the entrance of her mouth, smirking when her lips parted, embracing my curious tongue and its quest for love.

And a reaction.

'Oi!' Taylor shrieked through the door again, 'You comin' out, Annabelle?!'

'No!' she yelled back.

'Why not?!' Taylor cried, she was definitely not happy.

'I'm busy!'

'Busy?' Taylor repeated, then she laughed in realisation, 'Oi, Bev! Fritton's finally at it with someone!'

'I am not!' she laughed, I was kissing her neck as I loosened her tie.

'Yes you are.' I whispered in her ear, my voice low and husky.

I felt her tremble in my arms – my attempt at seduction was working.

'Not yet.' She pulled away, reluctantly. 'I have things to do.'

I was seriously disappointed, 'Okay.'

'Oh, come on, Kel! Don't be like that.' She hugged me, then kissed me chastely, 'If you stay, I'll make it worth your while.'

She winked at me saucily.

I grinned, a huge smile that covered my face entirely.

'You better.'

'Oh, and why is that?' she asked, gently running her index finger down the side of my face.

'Because –'

'Come on, Fritton!' Taylor interrupted again.

'Shut up and let me finish, bitch!' I yelled at the closed door, pissed.

Annabelle laughed, and I heard Taylor gasp, but I chose to ignore it.

'Because I love you.' I finished.

Annabelle smiled at my shyly, before kissing my cheek.

She tenderly wrapped her arms around my waist, resting her chin on my shoulder, and smiling into my neck.

'I love you too, more than I should, don't forget it.'

'I won't,' I sighed happily, 'if you don't.'

Somewhere we went wrong,

Our love is like a song,

But you won't sing along,

You've forgotten,

About...

Us.

A/N: Okay, that was kind of rubbish I have to say. I just really wanted to get a chapter up quickly. The last bit probably wasn't as good as the start; mainly because of the fact that I had 'A Gift Of A Friend' by Demi Lovato playing when I typed that bit... not really 'sexy' music, haha.

So, hope you liked it – I don't know if I should end it here, or continue... I have a half-idea [meaning, I've only just thought the thought and haven't quite processed it yet], where Kelly could be forced away from 'Belle again, but I think it'd be too cruel, especially when they only just found each other... so, tell me what you think, guys!

Oh, and also...

If one of you guys doesn't update a Kelly/Annabelle story soon, I'm going to be cut as an apple in a blender! _ So come on! If I can do it, then so can you! I'm putting off my homework for you guys, so you gotta up your game, people! For me! =]

ily xx

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