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?


15. She's Back


I finish my last bite of pancake and put the plate on the table. I stand up and walk to the door. I open it and see my ex, Hailey McMullen standing there. ''Hey sexy.'' She says. ''Wanna hang?'' ''No, I have a girlfriend.'' ''Who?'' ''Abigail Thompson.'' She grunts, ''That slut?'' ''You do realize I'm her first boyfriend?'' ''Whatever. So, you wanna hang?'' ''As friends?'' She sighs, and sarcastically says, ''No, as husband and wife.'' I groan, ''Just as bitchy as I remember.'' ''Hey! You know what? I'll fix Abby!'' She slams the door in my face and I walk off to the kitchen. I open the door and scan around. My mum walks in, ''Eating again? Anyway, who was that at the door?'' ''My ex.'' I grumble, grabbing some lunch meat. ''She kinda wants me.' I pull out two pieces of bread and add the meat. I squirt on some mustard and close it up. My mum sighs, ''What are you gonna do?'' I shrug and bite my sandwich, ''I don't know.'' ''Well, you better not be eating away your problems.''



I climb out of bed and stroll to the kitchen for a bite to eat. I open the fridge and find no breakfast food what-so-ever. I see the empty bread bag sitting on the counter. I walk to the living room and see Harry, sprawled on the couch, crumbs on his shirt. I notice the plates and glasses on the table and roll my eyes. I squeeze onto the end of the couch and cover myself with a blanket. I listen to Harry quietly snore and turn on the t.v. Suddenly, Harry stirs and sits up. ''Hey.'' I say. He brushes away the crumbs and stretches. ''Feeling better?'' He asks. I nod, ''Yeah. How are you doing?'' ''Fine I guess.'' I pat the spot on the couch next to me. He sits there and cuddles close to me. I watch as he fiddles with the fabric of the blanket. ''What's wrong?'' He sighs, ''It's nothing. Don't worry.'' He smiles and kisses my cheek. Then, stands up. ''Where are you going?'' He picks up the dishes he used and turns to me, ''I'm gonna wash these.'' "Okay.'' I follow him into the kitchen and see him filling the sink with water. I brush up next to him and he turns to me. ''What are you doing?'' ''I wanna help.'' ''No, you don't have to. I made this mess.'' ''But I WANT to.'' I protest. He smiles, ''Okay, if you insist.'' I turn off the tap, noticing the sink almost full. I watch as Harry carefully scrubs a plate. He rinses it and hands it to me. I grab a cloth and begin drying it. We repeat that cycle, until each dish is done. ''Thanks.'' He says, emptying the sink. "No problem.'' I say, hanging the cloth up. We exit into the living room and the doorbell goes off. ''I'll get it.'' I rush to the front door and open it to a girl. ''Hello.'' I greet. She raises an eyebrow, ''Who are you?'' ''Abigail Thompson.'' ''Who?'' ''Harry's girlfriend.'' She laughs, ''Oh that's funny. But seriously, where's Harry.'' Suddenly, I feel Harry's presence behind me. ''I'm right here. What do you want?'' ''Who's this?'' I ask. The girl opens the door wider, ''I'm Natalie Henderson. Harry's ex.'' ''Shit.'' I hear him mumble. I slam the door and turn on Harry. ''Why is she here?'' ''Listen I don't know. My other ex was here earlier.'' ''Your OTHER ex? How girls did you date before me?'' He sighs, and tries to walk past me, ''It doesn't matter.'' I stop him, ''It kinda does.'' He sighs again, ''Fine. A lot.'' "And how much is a lot?'' ''Seven.'' ''SEVEN!?'' ''Um yeah.'' He tries to push past me again, but fails. ''Let me through please.'' He grunts. I stand my ground. ''No.'' ''Abby, this is ridiculous. Now move.'' ''No.'' His face hardens and his jaw tightens. ''Move.'' ''No.'' ''Abby! I'm serious!'' He shouts. ''So am I.'' I tell him firmly. Then, his large hand pushes me by my shoulder out of the way. I stumble back against the wall. ''Harry!'' ''What?'' He turns and I see his face, full of anger. ''W-why'd you push me?'' ''You were in the way.'' He turns back and storms to his room. I follow him and push his door open. He's laying on his bed, and doesn't look at me. I close the door. ''Harry, talk to me.'' He glares at me and turns away. ''Harry! Please.'' He silently stands up and walks toward me. He stops right in front of me. I gulp, as he towers over me. ''Why does my past seem to matter to you?'' ''B-because, if you had seven girlfriends, why would I be different from the rest?'' ''You are.'' ''How?'' He doesn't answer, and turns away. ''Harry.'' He ignores me and leans against the wall. ''Harry!'' ''WHAT!?'' He roars, spinning around. I back up as he moves closer. ''What Abigail. What do you want?'' He growls through clenched teeth. ''How am I different?'' "You just are.'' ''That's not an answer.'' ''THEN WHAT IS?'' I blink back tears and say, ''Why am I different? What makes me different from them.'' He inhales deeply, ''I-I don't know. You just are.'' ''Harry, I want an answer!'' ''I GAVE YOU ONE!'' He says, shoving me back. I stumble and fall, hitting the ground hard. I wince as my head hits. Harry gasps and rushes to me. He kneels down next to me.



I kneel down by her side. ''Abby, are you okay?'' She groans and closes her eyes. ''I'm so sorry.'' I say. Suddenly, the door opens and my mum gasps. ''What happened?'' ''I-I pushed her.'' ''You did what? Why Harry?'' ''I was mad.'' ''That's not an excuse! She's hurt!'' I nod and my mum kneels on her other side. ''Abby, are you okay sweetie?'' She moans and her head turns, but her eyes stay closed. ''Did she hit her head?'' I think, ''I think so.'' ''Oh Harry.'' She mumbles, shaking her head. I nod and lift Abby's head. She breathes deeply and I see a pained expression on her face. ''It'll be okay.'' I say, lifting her up. I carry her bridal style down the stairs. She occasionally shifts in my arms. I kick open the door, and rush outside. ''Open the car door mum!'' I call out. My mum rushes and unlocks her car, then opens a door. I carefully lay Abby across the back seats. I climb in and sit at the end. I buckle my seat belt, and my starts the car. We pull out of the driveway and speed down the road, to the hospital. ''I wasn't thinking.'' I say quietly. ''I-I didn't mean to hurt her.''

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