Chapter 9: The Day of the Dance
The next week flew by in a blur of tests, homework and teachers handing out assignments to do over Holiday. They couldn’t give us a break, could they? They couldn’t give us three weeks with no work. Summer Holiday’s were the only time for that. Deciding that in recent events, with Kayla’s death, the funeral and X Factor auditions coming up quickly, I decided I should take a break from cheer. I was going to talk to my coach today, right now, in fact. I had my uniforms in my hand, but as it was my senior year, I was hoping to buy them.
I found her room and knocked three times. Her sharp, “Come in,” scared me a bit. I looked at Harry and nodded my head, telling him to stay put. I entered her room, check in hand and my hands shaky.
“Um, Coach Harris?”
“Ah, Abby!” She said, her sharp, cold exterior melting away, and her frown replaced with a warm smile. I almost didn’t want to tell her I was quitting. “What can I help you with, darling?”
Um, okay? “I’m sorry, Coach Harris, but after everything that has happened over the last month, with Kayla, and my mom divorcing my dad, I have been put under a lot of stress. I don’t think I can cheer this winter.”
Her smile was gone in a second. “You’re quitting?”
“Yes, I am, I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it.”
She sighed and stood up. “Quitting. Quitting! Why, in my days as a cheerleader, there was no such thing as quitting! That became your identity. You were in it for the long hall. Are you sure, you really want to quit?”
“Yes. I mean, I don’t want to, but I need to. Before I go insane.”
“I understand, hand in your uniform.”
“actually- that’s the other thing. I was actually hoping to buy them, and keep them for myself. To remember,” I said, a small smile forming on my lips.
“Ah, I see, that will be-”
“$120,” I said. “The business office told me. Here’s the check,” I said, handing it to her.
“Well prepared. Thank you, and I’m glad you were on the team this year.”
She pulled me into an awkward side hug and then shooed me from her room. I left gratefully, not being able to handle much more weirdness from strict Coach- Katie I could say now, shes not my coach- Harris.
“Well, you’re not crying or angry,” Harry commented as I walked out of the room.
I smiled at him and grabbed his hand as we wandered up to our spot on the roof.
“Remember what tomorrow is?” Harry asked.
“Um...” I thought. “Oh! The dance is tomorrow!” I hadn’t even realized!
“Yes, it is. It starts at eight, so should I come get you at seven?”
“Seven sounds perfect,” I smiled, kissing his cheek as the bell rang and we had to go our
separate ways for classes.
The day couldn’t have been slower. Every class seemed to take hours to get over, and the night wasn’t much better. I couldn’t sleep- I was too excited for the dance. I was going with someone who cared about me, and works in a bakery. How much more perfect could a person get? Harry drove me home after school and kissed my cheek telling me to get some rest.
He was right- I should sleep, but I had too much to do! I slimmed inside to find my mom on the couch. "Mom?" I asked.
"Your father gets back tomorrow. At noon."
My heart stopped. Dad would get tomorrow the day of Formal? No, no! He wasn’t due back for another month!
“What?” I stuttered. I could feel the panic attack coming on, the old bruises, still there for the most part started to ache again, my eyes blurred. Where was Harry? Where was Lou?
“I need you to go to the airport and pick him up,” mom kept talking, not noticing my panic attack.
“Mom, I can’t- the formal is tomorrow, I’m going to be getting ready all day!”
“Abigail, this is not open for discussion. You are getting your father tomorrow and that’s that!”
I had ringing in my ears. My eyes were watering and my hands in fists. What if I just didn’t go? He could hail a taxi cab- I did it all the time. Why can’t he? “No, mother, I won’t go get dad. You know why Because he will be DRUNK! He’s always drunk after a flight! That’s why I come home crying and why he is always angry because he makes me go to an abandoned alley by the airport so he can beat be! I’m getting ready for the dance tomorrow, and I WON’T have my day be ruined by HIM!” I screamed. Without waiting for her response, I ran up to my room and locked the door.
I shoved a chair up under the handle as extra precaution, went outside my onto my balcony and climbed down to my little flowered area. Somehow, they had survived the cold and I curled up there. I pulled my phone out of my jeans and called Harry.
The line rang three times, and then his beautiful voice said, “Hello?”
“Harry! Harry, please, you have to come over here!” I sounded like I was dying or something as I said this.
“Abby, what’s wrong?”
“Harry, please just come over! I’ll tell you when you get here,” I said.
“Okay, okay! I’m coming over right now,” Harry said. “Stay on the line until I get there.”
“No, no, I have to call Kayla’s mom...” I lied as my eye caught the form of a person at the end of my driveway.
I hung up. This person didn’t look like anyone I knew, I could kind of see the face a little. But not enough. I stood up and jogged over to the person. I knew it was a man now, middle aged, balding, and... scary.
“Can I help you?” I asked as I got closer.
He got a creepy smile on his face and I backed up a bit.
“Actually, my dear,” he said, his voice was greasy and it sent chills down my spine, “I think you can.”
“W-what do you need?”
“I need you.”
“M-m-me?” I said, getting scared.
He stepped closer to me and sniffed me. I flinched.
“She said you lived here...”
“Who?” I asked, freezing as once again he moved closer.
“Your dead best friend, who else?” I pulled away from him.
“Who are you?” I asked, now terrified.
“I’m the man who gave Kayla the drugs that killed her! And all for some deal, now I need you,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him.
“GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!” someone yelled. They had curly brown hair and green eyes. Harry was here. Thank God!
“Harry!” I screamed, once again trying to jerk away from this man.... What had Kayla gotten herself into?
“I’ll get you, my dear,” the man whispered in my ear. He let go of me and walked away and right as Harry took me into a protective hug, I fainted.
I was dreaming. I knew I was. Because the person I was seeing the world from wasn't me. I looked around and saw a mirror twenty feet away. Walking over to it, I discovered that I was Kayla. What was going on?! The ground opened under my feet and I fell into a memory. But the only thing was....
This wasn’t my memory.
Kayla’s POV Three Months Prior (In Abby's dream)
I walked down a dark alleyway, glancing behind me every few seconds I wore a purple and black plaid mini skirt, a black lace bra and a sheer white shirt tied above my new belly button ring. I had knee high socks and high heels. I wasn’t me anymore. And Abby had no idea what I was doing when I wasn’t at cheer.Truth be told, I don’t know why I was doing this. I made my way through London’s back alleyways, making sure no one I knew was able to see me.
It was slow work, getting to London’s Underground Club, but at 3:00 in the afternoon with school out and people rushing by, I had to slink and sneak around. I eventually made my way to the entrance and quickly ran down the steps, trying not to fall.
Damn it! Why couldn’t the cops have left me out of this?! “It’s not my fault my brother runs this place,” I grumbled, stepping onto the transport train. I knew the man in charge was my brother, I knew who he was. Him, on the other hand, had no idea who I was. I didn’t look anything like myself with everything the damn cops made me to to my body. My hair was black, I looked like I had never set foot in the sun, I had tattoo’s in places I’m not comfortable with repeating, and I just got a belly button ring yesterday. If Abby ever saw me like this, I don’t know what I would do.
The transport jerked to a stop and I almost flew out of my seat. I stood up and went around to the back entrance- the.... “Hookers” entrance as it was referred to at work. Work. How dare anyone call something this... inhumane... WORK!
"Hey, Glitz, come here!" A man yelled.
I turned around and saw my brother, the man in charge. "Yeah, boss?"
Boss. Boss. Brother. Boss. My brother is my boss.
And then Kayla left. Kayla wasn’t in control anymore. I remembered who I really was. I was Abby. Abby Harrington. Girlfriend of Harry Styles who was probably worried sick about me... Arms. I feel arms holding me. Strong and protective and a voice came with them. His voice.
“Abby? Abs. Abby! Wake up, baby.”
Suddenly, the dream was gone. My eyes flew open and I started to cry. Harry held me close, telling me it would be okay and he tucked me into bed, kissing me on the forehead, and saying. “I’ll pick you up at six tomorrow.” And I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
The next day was a rush. I woke up at noon and I had six hours to get ready before Harry would be here to pick me up. I ate a quick lunch and then took a fast shower. I curled my hair and did my makeup simple. My eyes sparkled a light brown, getting darker by the ends to show shadowing, and giving me a “smokey” eye. I did think, black eyeliner and put on some mascara. I made my lips a light red and put red sparkles over them. It was time to put my dress on. Going up to my closet in my robe, I pulled my dress and accessories down. I slid on my tights- sparkly nude fishnets- and carefully put my dress on. Next was the shoes and then the jewlery. I didn’t bother with a bracelet, but I put in diamond earrings and grabbed my purse. I slipped my phone, money, fake ID and driver's license into my purse just as the doorbell rang. He was here.
I quickly went down the stairs and saw my mom opening the door. “Hi, Harry, come on in, Abby is almost ready,” she said.
I backed up as Harry walked in, so he wouldn’t see me yet. Running back upstairs, I made sure my makeup was perfect and fixed a few curls before going down the stairs. Harry and my mom were sat on the sofa, talking normally. I could only imagine what brought the pink to his cheeks. His curls were flopped over his face and his green eyes were sparkling. I blushed and smiled knowing that he was mine. My mom stopped talking and stared as I walked down the stairs, and I felt a pair of eyes burning into me that could only be Harry’s. I felt my cheeks burn and I gulped as I stepped off the stairs and carefully walked into the living room. Harry was staring at me, his eyes bright and his lips pulled up into a smile, showing off his dimples. He was too cute.
“Abby!” My mom squealed, running over and hugging me. I looked over at her shoulder, not breaking eye contact with Harry. He wore a black suit, a crisp white shirt and a green tie that made his eyes pop out. Green. Like my dress. I knew I had wanted him to ask me when I decided on the green dress- otherwise I would have gone with the blue, for Louis. He mouthed something at me that I didn’t understand.
“What?” I mouthed back.
“You look amazing,” he mouthed. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as my mom let go of me. Mom was giddy and rushed around looking for her camera. I walked over to Harry and he grabbed my hand, smiling down at me, his brown curls styled perfectly and his green eyes sparkled. He pulled me into a hug just as my mom burst into the room, camera in hand and her eyes wide.
“Mum?” I asked, concerned.
“Abby- you’re fathers home. Go out the back, he didn’t see Harry’s car. Go!” my mother whispered, her fear obvious.
Harry’s chest swelled up, and he held me instantly closer before smiling at my mother and giving her a look that seemed like he was telling her to be calm before dragging me out the back door.
I didn’t want to know what was happening in the house as Harry and I climbed into the car and made our way to the school for the dance.