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?


7. What The?

Harry's P.O.V.

"Abby! Wake up! Don't do this again! Please." This is the most I have ever cried in a day. Enough said. I needed this girl in my life. I shook her shoulders. "Please!"
She didn't open her eyes or anything. All that happened is she said a faint, "I love you." Then the heart monitor went blank. All I heard was a long beep.
"No. No. No! This isn't happening! NO!" I yelled, throwing the chair across the room. "Abby! My love, my baby, my drug, my Piglet, my addiction, my EVERYTHING!" I punched the wall, leaving a hole in it. I was breathing very heavily. "Where the hell is the nurse?!" I said, running out of the room again. "Hellooooo?!?!" I shouted. "Someone, please help!" I finally saw someone walk around the corner. "Hey! You have to help me! Please! My girlfriend." I said, dropping to my knees, head in hands. Suddenly everything went black. "Hello?" I yelled out. "Is anyone there?" All I heard was a little laugh. "Please! Help me."
It was a girl. "Oh, I'll help you alright, Harry."
"Who are you?" I asked. I was a little scared.
"Don't you recognize my voice, baby?" She laughed again.
"Abby?" I asked.
"Hahahahaha, no. That little bitch is gone now. You're all mine, now."
"I don't know who you are or who you think you are, but I swear, if you did this to Abby, I will kill you!"
"Hahahahaha, you are so cute when you're mad." The lights turned back on. It was Taylor.
"Taylor! What the hell? What did you do to Abby?!" I screamed at her. I was still on my knees.
"I did everyone a favor. She wanted to die anyway, so I pulled the plug." She said with a grin.
"You bitch!" I said with tears in my eyes.
"That isn't anyway to talk to your girlfriend."
"I don't remember you being Abby. She was and is still my girlfriend. I would never date your sorry ass again."
"But my ass isn't sorry, baby." She was getting closer. She put her hands on my chest. I pushed her away.
"Don't fucking touch me." I said, with much anger.
"I thought you liked it when I touched you." She started rubbing behind my ear. She knew that that was my sweet spot. I got goosebumps, but soon pulled away.
"Fuck you." I spat.
"If you say so." She said, smirking. She took her shirt off.
"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled, looking away.
"Exactly what you said." She laughed. "I thought you loved me."
"I fucked you once, but I don't or have I ever loved you."
"Isn't that what you consider love?" She said, pouting her lip. She kept walking towards me.
"No. I consider what I had with Abby love. She made me so happy." I said, tearing up. "She made me get butterflies. I felt sparks when we kissed. She actually had an amazing personality, unlike you, you heartless little bitch." She kissed me. That whore kissed me. I quickly pushed her away and she fell. I ran into Abby's room and locked the door. "Abby. I'm so sorry. I need you, please don't leave me here. You're my life. Without you, I'm nothing. Without you, I have no life. Please, come back. I love you." I said, kissing her lips. I felt her lip twitch and she kissed me back. "Abby? Baby, are you okay? Please answer." I said with a tear falling on her.
"Harry?" She could barely talk.
"Yes, baby. I'm here. It's all better now. It's all okay." I sat next to her, holding her in my arms. "It's all fine." I kissed her head.
"Harry, I love you." She said, kissing my arm.
"I love you too, babygirl." I said, with a tear falling in her hair. "We need to get out of here."
"Why?" She said, whining.
"Just come with me." I helped her out of bed. She was a little wobbly at walking at first, but she soon regained the strength she has always had. We walked out the door. Taylor was gone. Then black.

Abby's P.O.V.

"Harry!" I screamed. There he lay, on the floor, knocked out. There was a pool of blood around his head. I fell to my knees, screaming. "No!" I looked up. There was Taylor motherfucking Swift smiling. She had a baseball bat in her hand. "What the fuck did you do?!" I screamed at her, looking at Harry. He had a huge gash in his head, bleeding really bad.
"Are you blind? If I can't have him, no one can." She said, laughing.
"You fucking bitch!" I jumped up. I took boxing lessons my freshman and sophomore year. I was ready to lay a bitch out. I jumped up, putting my fists in front of me.
"Oh, I'm so scared." She said shaking her hands in a mocking way.
"You. Should. Be." I said before punching her right in the nose. It broke. I felt the crack. She fell to the floor immediately and I jumped on top of her. I went all out. I punched her face mostly with my right hand, but topping it off with my signature left hand. She was knocked out cold. I got up and spat on her. "Sorry, bitch. Mess with my man, gotta go through me." I said before kicking her side. I quickly turned back to Harry and held his head in my lap, getting blood all over me. I started crying. "Please, Harry. Don't leave me. I need you. You're my Poohie. All I have. My love, my baby, my getaway from my living hell of a life. You're my EVERYTHING." I said before kissing his lips. His eyes fluttered. "Harry?"
"Abby?" He said, holding his head and moaning in pain.
"It's okay, baby. Just relax. I'll get a towel." I ran to the room grabbing one before wrapping it tightly around his head. He squinted in pain, but his face went back to normal. He smiled at me and kissed me. I helped him up.
"What happened?" He said, looking down at Taylor's beaten body.
"She hit you in the head with a baseball bat, so I kicked her ass. Bitch. Bet she didn't know I took boxing lessons in 9th and 10th grade." I said, grinning.
"Bet not. And neither did I." He said, smiling. "Good job, babe." He said, kissing my head.
"Thanks." I said. "Now let's get you home."
"Sounds good." He said, smiling. I helped him outside and to his car. I revved the engine and it started. He slept on the ride home.
"Bitch, trying to hurt my baby." I said, referring to Taylor and kissing Harry's hand, which I was holding. I shook Harry's arm, waking him up. He moaned in pain, but I kissed him sweetly on the cheek. "We're here."
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