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?


30. Don't Go

Abby's P.O.V.

We took Laylah to our local family doctor.
"So what seems to be the problem?"
"Um, this." I said.
"Hi." Laylah said. The doctor's eyes widened further than I knew possible.
"Did she just talk?" He said in shock. I nodded. "I have no idea how this is happening. And I don't know what to do about it either."
"We were just worried that it may be something bad."
"Oh, no. This isn't bad at all. This is a miracle. I mean, not only the fact that she is only a week old but also that she is a victim of down syndrome. This is.. amazing."
"Okay, good. We were just making sure she would be okay." Harry said, smiling at me then returning his eyes to the doctor.
"Yeah, she should be fine."
"Okay, thank you." I smiled, then getting up to indicate that we were ready to leave. The doctor guided us back to the waiting room and then we found our way to the exit. Once we got home, Harry told me that he had to tell me something.
"Harry, what is it?" I asked, concerned. He looked upset.
"Um, the boys and I have to go on tour in two weeks." He said, looking at the ground with his hand on the back of his neck.
"I'm sorry I told you on such short notice. Just so much has happened and I haven't really gotten the chance."
"How long have you known?"
"A couple weeks."
"You couldn't tell me before Laylah was born? While we were in the hospital? All the time we've had since then?"
"I just-"
"No. Don't try to explain. How long will you be gone?"
"T-two months." I just stood there and stared at him. "I'm sor-"
"Two fucking months?! Seriously Harry? You couldn't have told me? I can't be away from you for two months!"
"Abby, I'm-"
"No! Just stop it. Just-" I stopped. I walked up to our room and slammed the door. I layed Laylah in her crib, who was asleep. I flopped down on the bed and buried my face in the pillow and started to cry. I can't go one day without Harry, yet alone two months. I have to be with him all the time. He's my soon-to-be husband. The father of my child. I need him.
I felt a large hand on my lower back. "Babe, I'm so sorry." It was Harry. "I don't want to be away just as much as you. But I have to. It's my job." I could feel his body laying beside me. He wrapped his right arm around me and pulled me to him. "Please don't cry."
I looked up. "I can't be away from you." I said, with tears streaming down my face.
"I-I'm sorry." A tear escaped his eye before he wiped it away. "I can't stand to see you like this." He did the same and wiped my tears away with his thumb. "I love you." He kissed my forehead.
"I love you too." I said, burying my face into his neck.
"All we can do is make these next two weeks as best we can." I nodded as I wrapped my arm around his torso. We layed there for a while. I felt so safe and secure in his arms. Like nothing in this world could ever hurt me. He started to quietly sing 'What Makes You Beautiful'. I looked up to him and smiled. He stopped singing and smiled back, kissing me sweetly. I put my face back in his chest. He started to sing different variations of songs. He sounded like an angel. I soon drifted off to sleep.
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