You Broke Me


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?


6. I'm Sorry


Our lips touch softly, and I feel his hand on my back. ''Harry.'' I mumble, shocked. He ignores me. ''Harry!'' I say loudly, pushing him away. He stumbles back, ''What's wrong?'' ''This. This is wrong.'' ''W-what? Why?'' I sigh and look down at my feet. ''Because, it feels wrong. As I've said before, you hurt me.'' He lifts my chin, ''But, I like you, a lot. And it seems like you like me.'' I open my mouth to speak, but close it. I push him away again. ''I'm sorry Harry. I can't do this.'' I turn and run to the doors of the school, and push them open. I run straight through the crowd of people and head into the bathroom. I open a stall door and walk in, locking it behind me. I sit on the floor, leaning against the door. I put my head in my hands and a few tears slip out. My head shoots up, when I hear footsteps from outside. ''Hello?'' I hear a voice call. ''Are you okay?'' I sniff and stand up, unlocking the door. I step out and see a girl, my age, waiting. ''I heard you crying.'' She tells me. ''Are you okay?'' I sniff again, ''Not really.'' ''What happened?'' ''Well this guy bullied me, but he likes me now. I like him a little, but it feels so wrong. We just kissed, and I left. I said I couldn't do this. I feel so bad.'' She smiles, ''So you like him?'' I nod and wipe my eyes. ''Then talk to him properly about it.'' ''I guess I could try. Hey, um, what's your name?'' She smiles again, ''I'm Bella Daniels.'' ''I'm Abigail Thompson.'' ''Okay, well, see you around Abigail.'' I nod and wave as she walks out.


As I walk down the hallway to get outside and go home, I run smack-dab into Harry. ''Oh um...hi.'' He mumbles awkwardly. As he's about to leave, I stop him. ''Can I please talk to you privately?'' ''Um, I guess.'' I take his hand and pull him into an empty classroom. He sits on a desk and I sit across from him. I take a deep breath and start. ''Listen Harry, I do like you. It's just...this all feels so wrong. I don't think I can do it.'' He frowns, ''I know. I feel ridiculous for trying.'' I reach across and take his hand. ''No, you made me feel better about myself. When you said those things about me, I believed you.'' ''Well, it's true.'' He looks up and I see him gazing. ''Harry....'' He snaps back, ''Yes?'' ''I was thinking....maybe...we could try.'' His frowned lips slowly curve into a smile. ''Really?'' I nod and stand up. ''But if I can't do it, we're done.'' He nods quickly, ''Yeah of course. Thank you.'' He says excitedly, pulling me into a hug. ''Thank you Abby.'' He whispers into my hair. I look up and see him looking down. We lean close, and kiss for the second time. This time, it was meaningful. Our lips stay connected for a while, and my hands go to his hair. I tangle them in it and he holds me tighter. When our lips finally part, he's smiling. ''I could get used to this.'' He says, making me laugh. ''I like your laugh.'' He says. I smile and he takes my hand. We walk out of the school like that, before climbing in his car.


''So now you're n love?'' Lilly asks. ''Yeah.'' I answer, blushing. Just then, mom walks in. ''Guess what? Abby fixed her problem!'' My mom smiles, ''How?''''They're dating.'' I nod and my mom hugs me. ''That's amazing! When do we meet him?'' I shrug and stand up. ''I'm gonna take a shower.'' I walk down the hall and stop at my bedroom. I see a note, in the shape of a paper airplane. I open it and read it out loud, ''Abby, if you're reading this, you either found it your room, which means I'm amazing at throwing, or you found on the ground. Which means I suck. Anyway, I am coming to pick you up at 7:00, since it's Friday. Be ready. Love, Harry.'' I smile but raise an eyebrow, ''How the hell did he throw it so high?'' I put the note on my bed and head to the shower.

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