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?


19. Not Again

Harry's P.O.V.

After having some fun, Abby and I decided to watch some cartoons. We were watching Tom and Jerry until Laylah started crying.
"Not againnnn." Abby whined.
"It's okay, I got it babe." I smiled.
"And this is why I love you." She smiled back and then kissed me. I walked to Laylah's room and she wasn't there.
"Laylah!" I screamed. Abby ran in the empty room.
"What's wrong? Where is she?" She was really scared.
"I-I don't know."
"Oh, God. My baby." She fell to her knees, sobbing.
"Ab, its okay. We will find her. I promise." I felt tears streaming down my face. I was leaning down rubbing her back. I heard the front door shut. I jumped up and sprinted down the steps. I threw open the door to see a black van with a large man getting in the back. He was holding Laylah. "Give me my daughter back, you fucking bastards!" I screamed, running to the van.
"She's not your baby, she's mine." He shut the door and they drove away. I ran to my car, starting it. Abby soon got in. I did a U-turn and sped after the van.
"Who was that?" Abby said, tears still flowing.
"The man who raped you. He said that she wasn't my baby, she was his."
"No, no, no, no, NO!" She screamed, shaking her head. "This can't be happening. Who knows what he'll do to her!"
"Abby, don't think that way. Think positively. We will get her back. I promise you." I grabbed her hand and looked deeply into her eyes. She nodded. A tear ran down my cheek. "Here, call the cops." I handed her my phone. She obeyed. A woman answered.
"JCPD, how may I assist-"
"Help us! Please! My baby has been kidnapped by the man who raped me and got me pregnant. We're chasing him in our car."
"Ma'am, please calm down. Now, where are-"
"How the hell am I supposed to calm down?! My baby is with a rapist!"
"Ma'am, please tell me where you are."
"We're on Roberts Drive. The van he's in is black. The liscense plate is JFGK934."
"Okay, the police is on the way. Just calm down, we'll get your baby back." Abby just kept sobbing. I rubbed her hand with my thumb.
"It's going to be okay, babe. Shhhhh. We'll get her back."
"How do you know?! Huh? What if he kills her or something? I just want Laylah back." She cried.
"I know, babe. We'll get her back. And that bastard is going to jail." I kept following the van, wherever it went. I was going about 70 miles per hour. In about 5 minutes of chasing, the police finally arrived.
One rolled down his window shouting, "We'll take it from here. We're going to get her back!" I nodded and pulled to the side of the road. I took Abby in my arms, both of us bawling.
"Babe, its okay. We'll have her back in no time." I kissed the top of her head and rested my chin on it. She just cried into my shoulder.
We have to get Laylah back.
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