She's not afraid


Ever since her mum died Abbi turned emo. When she finds out her mums 'will' says she has to go stay with her uncle Paul for a year, she doesn't expect one drection to come in as part of the trip.

But when she gets to know them and they get to know her, one direction find out never to judge a book by its cover, especially Abbi.
Because when Harry starts to fall for Abbi, will she realise she likes him to or just shut him out like she has done to everyone else in her life.

Will contain strong language;)

Read this movella to find out:)


7. 7.

Abbi's P.O.V

I grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom to get changed, once I was done I walked back into our bedroom were I could take my makeup of and brush my hair, hopefully all before Harry came in. I walked in and much to my disappointment Harry was already sat on the bed staring down at his phone.

I coughed loudly while walking over to the little dressing table in the corner of the room, while I was brushing my hair I could see him watching my from where he was sat.

"What?!" I shouted turning around to see him now stood up.

"why are you mad at me?" He asked calmly.

"do you not remember what happened earlier?" I asked getting pissed off.

"So your mad..cause I kissed you?" He replied, with a confused look plastered in his face.

"Well that's what I just said wasn't it?"

"But why?" He asked again

"It's not the fact that you kissed me, it's why you kissed me" I replied starting to get even more annoyed because he clearly couldn't see what he'd done.

"That makes no sense" he replied, a hint of anger in his voice.

"YES IT DOES, the fact is, you didn't kiss me cause you wanted too, you kissed me cause you had to" I yelled

"Why does it matter so much to you" He asked

"BECAUSE OF LU- just forget it okay" I sighed quickly realising what I almost said.

"No tell me" he said lowering his voice to all most a whisper

"No, I'm going to sleep okay" I said making a run for the bed and diving under the covers.

Suddenly the door burst open and Liam walked in, "what's going on, we can hear you from next door, it sounds like your about to kill each other" he said, "yeah if he doesn't shut the fuck up I might just have to" I yell directing my gaze at Harry.

He went on and on about how we needed to sort this out and that we needed to stop arguing before be left the room and went back to his own room.

I heard Harry sigh before climbing in next to me, oh hell to the no. I grabbed my pillow and out it at the other end before turning myself the other way. "What are you doing?" He asked chuckling slightly, "there's no way I'm sleeping next to you" I replied starting tog et noted for the second time this evening. "Your being ridiculous it was one kiss" he said with frustration in his voice. "You don't know my past, you don't know my story, so one kiss to you is a lot different than one kiss to me okay?" I yelled.

"I'm sorry i didn't know" he said looking down at his lap, I had to admit that he actually looked sorry. "it's fine" I replied just wanting to stop arguing all the time, I could feel him move around and a few minutes later his face popped up next mine. "What are you doing?" I asked confused, "well I'm not gonna let you sleep down here alone, plus my feet don't smell the best either" he replied laughing slightly at the last bit, "your right they don't" I giggled.

I grabbed my phone of the little bedside table and opened up twitter, I scrolled through all the hate but it didn't really bother me, Harry saw it and was about to tweet something about it before I stopped him, a puzzled expression was plastered across his face but I just went back to my phone and opened up a new tweet 'thanks for all the hate bitches, love you guys too' I pressed tweet and instantly got loads of replies, i could see harry smiling at it from the corner of my eye but I just carried in through my mentions.

It was all the same shit but one caught my eye, 'I suppose it's kind of good that your mums gone because now she doesn't have to put up with a slut like you' I scanned over the words again and again. How did she even know about my mum? Silent tears streamed down my face and I ran into the bathroom before Harry could see.

I searched threw the draws looking for the one thing I needed the most, tears were streaming freely down my face by now but I didn't care. Finally I found it, I held it up to my wrist and swiped it across once, then a second time, I did it one last time before pulling the razor away and wrapping it in tissue so nobody would see and throwing it into the bin.

I quickly wiped the tears off my face then I hid my arm behind my back because I only and a tank top on, I opened the bathroom door and luckily it was quite dark in the room so hopefully Harry wouldn't see.
I got under the covers and my arms was really starting to hurt now. "What's wrong, you were crying and don't say you weren't cause I saw you" he asked concern filling his voice, shit I couldn't get out of it.

"Oh uh nothing" I replied quickly, he got up and walked to the bathroom. I could hear him doing his 'stuff' in there so I assumed he had just shrugged it off. When he came back out he sat down and just stared at me for a while before his hand reached out and grabbed my arm, he traced his fingers over the cuts causing me to whimper from the pain it was causing me, "how did you know?" I asked, trying to hold in the tears threatening to spill out of my eyes any second now, "I went to throw my tissue away and i saw the tissue with blood on it and when I picked it up the blade fell out" he replied sadly.

"Why would you do this, please just tell me I want to help you" he begged reaching for my over hand so both of them were held in his. "I'm going to start from the very beginning okay? And listen carefully cause I'm never going to repeat this again.." I replied

I guess it was time to explain everything, but for some reason I was happy, happy that I could finally let put everything thing that I have been keeping bottled up for 5 years...
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