It's Gotta Be You

Five years ago Abby got her heart crushed by Harry Styles and now he's back and he's after one thing, her heart. Will their love stand the test of time of will former lovers, and most importaintly their past keep them from eachother? You can't have everything you eant, but will they both get what they want most, love or will it be ripped from them forever? Only time will tell, read to find out.

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32. Emotional Turmoil

Chapter 32 Emotional Turmoil  

*Abby’s Point of View*

        Something in the back of my brain knew that it was wrong to be kissing Harry but I can’t help moving my lips against his, he was like a drug, highly addictive. I needed him in my life. We remained like this for a few minutes when Harry broke the kiss, only to once again place his lips back on mine. We were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind us. I looked up to see who I presumed to be the doctor behind us.

        “Well Miss. Hope it’s nice to see that you’re awake,” said the doctor somewhat awkwardly. “As for you Mr. Styles you were supposed to call a nurse when Miss. Hope woke up,” said the doctor switching back to professional mode not a trace of the awkwardness that had just occurred. I looked over to Harry to see him blushing and staring at the white tiled floor. “As for you Miss. Hope you can be released at the end of the week, we want to keep you here to make sure you’re stable after your incident last night, and we would like to suggest some therapy to help you cope with this, after examining some of your cuts we’ve noticed that one of them seem to be older than the rest though the others would suggest that they’re quite new.”

        “Thank you doctor I will consider that,” I said with no intent of fulfilling what I said.

        “That will be all for now, a nurse will come in and check on you ever hour or so,” said the doctor standing up from one of the hard hospital chairs and walking out of the room.

        “Well that was a little awkward,” stated Harry rubbing the back of his neck.

        “No really?” I asked sarcasm dripping from my voice. 

        “Don’t need to get sassy,” teased Harry.

        “Humph,” I said crossing my arms and pouting like a spoilt little child.

        “Abby? Can I ask you something?” Harry asked in all seriousness.

        “Sure what is it?”

        “Why did you break your promise?”

        “What promise?” I asked acting stupid.

        “You know what promise, now tell me why you broke it,” said Harry with sorrow dripping in his voice, it was almost painful to hear the sadness in his voice.

        “I did it because I couldn’t deal with it anymore, when I saw you kissing Summer it killed me inside, I wanted to kill myself right there, it hurt so bad. I felt that if you could break such an important promise that I was entitled to do the same and before I knew it I was doing it, and it felt so good, it scared me it felt so good, but it was like a drug I knew it was bad for me but it was so addicting-” I broke down, my body was violently shaking. Harry knew what to do, he engulfed my body in his arms and just held me while stroking my hair and leaving soft kisses on my forehead, just like he did the first time. I soon fell asleep in his strong arms.

******************************************************Authors note

Ello! how are ya'll? Guess what? I'm TAKEN! Omg he makes me so happy, he's kind, caring, sweet and he has an amazing sense of humor. I feel so safe when i', with him. The only akward thing is he's my best guy friend.... oh well he's still amazing and a great friend and nothing can change about that. If you guys want to message me you can direct message me or follow me on twitter @Dancer_Girl1279 or you can follow m. If you direct message me, i will keep everything you tell me confedetial, you can tust me, i will not tell anyone unless i think that you could be in trouble. You can trust me about that. happy reading!

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