You Broke Me

~Non-Famous~

Abigail Thompson stands out. She cuts and cries. Why? Because the popular teens bully her to no end. They call her horrible names and hurt her. Worst of all, she has no one to go to. Her mom is an alcoholic, and her dad left her. She has one friend, Sarah, but she's afraid Sarah may be drifting away from her. So when Harry Styles, one of the worst bullies, starts to flirt with her, Abigail feels threatened. He bullied her for years. But will she change her heart, and is he actually wanting her?

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13. Everything's Fine

Harry:

When we get to the car, I drive back to my house and Abby and I walk to the front door. I put in the key and unlock it. I open it and Abby and I walk in. ''Everything alright honey?'' My mom asks, obviously seeing the pained expression still plastered on my face. ''Yeah, everything's fine.'' I lie walking to my room. I close the door behind me and flop onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. I sigh and roll over onto my stomach, inhaling the fuzz off my blanket. I cough a few times and slide onto the floor. I crawl to the t.v. and grab the remote, flicking it on. I flip through a couple channels, but find nothing interesting and turn it off. There's a knock at my door, ''What?'' I shout. ''Are you okay?'' I hear Abby ask through the door. ''Yeah, just leave me alone!'' I tell her, more harshly than I planned. ''O-okay.'' I hear her padded footsteps walk away. I groan and turn onto my side, closing my eyes.

*****

I sit up and rub my eyes. I open my curtains and see nothing but darkness. I stumble into the hallway and walk down it into the kitchen. I see a note stuck to the fridge. I pull it off and read it out loud. ''Harry, Tracy, Abby and I went out. Be back soon. Love, Mum.'' I stick it back on the fridge door and walk back to my room. I slip off my jeans and pull on my sweats. I then walk to the living room and plop down onto the couch. I flick on the t.v. and it automatically illuminates the dark room. I settle on a film just starting, and glance at the clock. 11:00. That's late. I shrug and turn my attention back to the film and prop myself up my elbow. My eyelids begin to droop and I slowly drift to sleep.

*****

I wake up, face-first on the couch. I look up and see the light of day. I sit up and look around. Everything looks the same. I stand and walk through the house. ''Mum.'' I call out. ''Abby, Tracy.'' No answer. I peek in Gemma's room and see the bed perfectly made. Same with my mum's and Tracy's guest bed. I search the house, worried. When I don't find them, I panic and grab the home phone. I dial Abby's number and wait. Suddenly, I hear her ringtone coming from the kitchen. I run in and see her phone going off on the table. ''Where are they?'' I whisper to myself. I take a deep breath to calm down and check the garage. My mum's car is gone. ''Oh god.'' I say, rushing outside. I'm immediately frozen by the falling snow, standing in my socks, sweats and a t-shirt. I turn and run inside, grabbing my shoes and a jacket. I slip them on and run back outside. I pace down the sidewalk, worriedly. I walk until I reach the corner store. I rush in, and Mr.Toms looks up. ''What can I help you with Harry?'' He asks kindly. I walk to the counter, ''Have you seen my mum lately?'' ''No why?'' "She didn't come home last night.'' He sighs, ''Check a motel or something.'' I nod and rush back out and find a motel. I check with the lady at the desk, ''Did a Mrs.Styles check in last night or early this morning?'' ''Actually, yes.'' I mutter a quick thanks and rush to the nearest occupied room. After checking, I see it's the only occupied room. I push the unlocked door open and see the parents and Abby passed out around the room. ''What the hell happened?'' I exclaim. Abby stirs and sits up, placing a hand on her forehead. ''What happened?'' ''You tell me!'' My mum sits up, ''I think we went clubbing.'' My eyes widen and I glare at Abby, ''You realize you're 17 right?'' She nods, ''It was just fun.'' I groan, ''Whatever, I'll be at home.'' I storm out the door and back through the icy streets.

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