You Would Know

Abby Smith is a shy and kind-hearted 18 year old girl that lives in London, England. Although she doesn't show it, she is hiding very many emotions and feelings. Will she let her emotions out when she runs into national superstar and One Direction band member, Harry Styless and goes through Hell and back, just to be with him?


27. Apology

Harry's P.O.V.

I woke up on a bench in lower London. It was late. I must have gotten hammered. I don't remember a thing. I got up, grabbing my head. It was pounding. I walked down the sidewalk and in the direction of the house. It was pretty chilly. I stuck my hand in my pocket and felt something. I pulled it out. It was Abby's ring. Why did I have her ring? I still don't remember what happened at all, so I have no idea. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket. I had three missed calls from Abby and several text messages. The messages read: "where are you? I'm starting to get worried." Another: "Harry, please answer. You've been out for hours." "Liam said you left two hours ago. Where are you? I'm coming to find you." "I hope that you're happy about what you done. Now you've lost me and Laylah both. Have a happy life." I stopped dead in my tracks after reading that. A tear ran down my cheek. What did I do? I was so drunk, it's hard to tell. I put my hand on my forehead, pushing my curls back. My hand moved to the back of my neck now, waiting for Abby to answer the phone. It went to voicemail. "Hey! This is Abby, sorry I couldn't answer your call, but leave me a message and I'll call back as soon as I can!" I smiled a little bit at hearing her beautiful voice.
I looked down at my feet. "Hey, Abby. Um, this is Harry. I don't know what happened but whatever I did, I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry. I love you." My voice cracked, trying to hold back the tears. I hung up. I kept on walking. My phone started to vibrate. I looked at it quickly, hoping it was Abby. But it was just Liam. I wiped away the tears and answered.
"Hello?" Voice crack. Shit.
"Harry? Are you okay? Where are you at?"
"Maple Street. And yeah, I'm fine." I lied.
"I'll come get you."
"No." I said quickly. "I'll walk."
"I'm coming." I started to protest, but he hung up before I could say anything. I sighed and sat down on a bench. I put my phone back in my pocket and put my head in my hands, staring at my feet. A tear ran down from my eye to the tip of my nose, dropping on the ground. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to process what just happened.
"What have I done?" I whispered to myself. I was literally asking myself that question, because I didn't know. I just know it was bad, since Abby left me. I sat like that for a while. I pulled out my phone and checked the time. It was 12:32. I looked at the lockscreen picture I had. It was of Abby and Laylah on the day Laylah was born. I showed a small smile. I unlocked my phone and went to my pictures. There were hundreds of Abby, Laylah, and I. There was one that Louis had taken of all three of us at the hospital after Laylah's birth. I was sitting beside of Abby, with my arm around her waist. We were both smiling down at Laylah, which whom I was holding. So many memories filled my mind. All of the amazing times we've had. All of the tears we've shed. All of the things we've went through. All of that is gone. And it's never going to happen again. The thought brought a sharp pain to my chest, as if my heart had just broken. It hurt to breathe. Everytime I inhaled, the pain shot through my chest again, as if I didn't deserve to breathe. I didn't. I don't know why, but I knew I didn't. I hurt Abby. And I can't fix it this time. I dropped my head low, closing my eyes. I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I looked up and noticed it was Liam.
"Come on." He said, reaching his hand out. I didn't take it, but I stood up. I wiped some more tears off of my cheeks. I went to the passenger seat of the car, climbing in and buckling my seatbelt. I looked out the window as Liam turned around, driving back to the house. We sat there for a while without saying anything. I finally broke the silence.
"What happened? What did I do to make Abby hate me?"
"First, she doesn't hate you. She loves you, or else she wouldn't be upset. And do you not remember?" I shook my head. "Well, Jade told me everything. She said that Abby was a wreck. She won't eat, talk, move. She's just been sitting in the window seat, staring outside. Everytime Jade tries to comfort her, she just ignores her. You said some pretty hurtful things to her."
"Oh God. What did I say?"
"Are you sure you want to know?" I nodded. "Well, apparently, you said that you didn't need her or Laylah. You called her a bitch and she slapped you. You said you didn't need Laylah, well, you called her 'a retarded baby'." I felt my heart race. "She threw her ring at you and told you to sell it because you would need the money when you were on the streets. You were all over her and you told her she would be so much sexier if she wasn't so fat. That one really got to her. You said 'Fuck you' and she slapped you. And this time.." he paused. "You slapped her back." I dropped my head into my hands again. I began to sob.
"What the hell is wrong with me?!" I shouted. "I've lost everything. I didn't mean it. I was drunk and didn't know what I was doing." I started breathing really heavily. "I- I'm so sorry." I whispered.
"It's okay, man." He said, patting my back.
"No it's not!" I snapped. "I called her fat and slapped her in the face! This is the second time she's given me the ring back!"
"Huh? Second time?"
"Um, I.." we pulled into the driveway. I looked up at our bedroom window to see Abby sitting there, staring out into space, completely ignoring the car.
"Come on." Liam said, jumping out of the car. I followed him to the door. I stood there, tears rolling down my cheeks. Jade answered. She smiled at Liam and gave him a hug and a kiss. Then she looked at me. The hate in her eyes was impossible to miss. Liam walked in, pulling her to the side. I followed behind him. I started up the steps before Jade interrupted me.
"She doesn't want to see you." I looked at her, dropping ny head.
"I know." I whispered.
"She needs time." Liam quickly said.
"Well, I have to apologize at least." I said, looking up at the couple. Liam nodded and Jade just stood there. I started back up the steps. I slowly opened the bedroom door to find Abby sitting at the window, staring into the darkness of the night. I walked closer to her, stopping about 4 feet away. "Abby?"
She just sat there. She didn't even look at me. It's like she was in sometime of a trance. "I'm so sorry. Liam told me what I did, and I deserve to burn in Hell for what I said. Especially for slapping you. That.. that killed me. I never should have even thought about doing that. I promise you that I'll never hit you again." Silence. "You and Laylah are my world. My everything. If I lost you, my life would be over. Ruined. You're perfect. And you're not fat. I have no idea why I said that. You're not. I promise. You're perfect in every single way." I stepped closer. "I love you." I put my hand on her shoulder. She didn't move. "I was drunk and didn't know what I was doing. I shouldn't have drunken so much. I just wanted to clear my mind of the incident in the bathroom. I-I'm so sorry." My eyes started to sting. It's like the dam holding back my river of tears was breaking. The little crack in the dam wall burst open, releasing all of my tears. I fell to my knees, sobbing. "I- love- you." I said, between breaths. I heard a faint noise. "Huh?" I said, looking past my blurred vision.
"I love you too." She whispered. She turned around and looked at me, tears falling from her eyes. I stood up. Both of our faces were a cherry red color. She stood up, looking into my tearfilled eyes. "I love you too." She repeated herself. I threw my arms around her waist, picking her up. She wrapped her legs around my torso, burying her head on my shoulder. I buried my face into her hair.
"I never want to lose you again." I whispered, behind tears.
"Look at me." She said, tilting my chin up with her finger. "I love you and I never want to go through something like this again." Her lips crashed into mine. The kiss was long and passionate. No tongue or open mouth. Just a long, sweet kiss.
As we pulled away I whispered, "I'm sorry." Touching my forehead to hers.
"It's okay." She whispered back. We pecked again, as she stood back on the ground. She wrapped her arms around my neck, as mine were still laying at her hips. We just stood there and stared into each other's eyes.
"I love you."
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