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?

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6. Letting Go

Abby's P.O.V.

I called Dad. He wasn't so much mad as much as upset. I could tell he was crying. "Daddy, I'm fine. Can you come see me?"
"I'm already on my way, sweetie."
"I love you, Dad." I said with a tear falling down my cheek.
"I love you so much more, babygirl. So much. I'm here."
"I'll see you in a min-" he interrupted me by barging through the door. He quickly ran to my bed and hugged me.
"I love you, sweetie. Don't ever scare me like this ever again. Okay?" He said, his voice cracking.
"I promise, Dad. I love you." I said with a sob.
"I'm so sorry to be in a rush, honey, but I have to go to work now. I promise I'll come back right after. I love you." He said, kissing my forehead.
"I love you too, Dad. Be careful." He walked out. I started balling my eyes out.
"Babe, please don't cry. Please." Harry begged with a voice crack. You could tell that he was about to cry, too.
"I'm so-sor-sorry." I said, crying even harder. He started crying with me.
"B-ba-babe. Pl-please stop. I hate it when you c-cry." He begged. I tried, but I couldn't help it.
"That was the first time I have ever seen my dad cry, like ever. Well, except for when my mum-" I started choking up. I started hyperventilating.
"Abby? Please, no! Not again! Nurse!" He said, running out of the room into the hallway. "Nurse!"
Why did this have to be happening? It's official. I fucking hate asthma. Harry has done so much for me already and now you lay this shit on him? I don't deserve him. I'm done. With everything. No one else cares about me other than Harry and Dad. I'm gonna end it all right now. I don't want to cause anyone any more trouble. I closed my eyes and let go. Stopped breathing. I'm coming home, Mum. I hope to see you soon. I love you. It went black. All I felt was relief. Relief from my life. I felt Harry's large, firm hands shaking me, screaming. I managed to get out a quick "I love you" and then it was over.
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