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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11. Welcome Back

Harry:

I close the door, making sure Abby's dad wasn't coming. I see her, sat next to her mom, my mom next to her. ''Why'd you leave?'' My mum asks. I shrug, ''i wanted to be alone.'' ''Next time tell me.'' I nod and sit next to Abby, wrapping my arm around her. She snuggles close and I watch as my mom and Tracy smile. ''They're so cute.'' They coo together. I hear Abby giggle and I kiss her forehead. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. My mom stands up and walks over to answer it. I hear Abby's dad shouting. Then, I hear my mom come it, ''I'm sorry! Abby's not here, and I'm going to have to ask you to leave!'' Then the door slams and she walks back in. ''Thank you Anne.'' Abby says, appreciatively. I stand and walk to the kitchen to grab a drink, Abby following. ''So, are you worried your dad's gonna find us?'' I ask, opening the fridge. I scan the inside, and settle on a can of Coke. I close it and turn to see a worried looking Abby. ''Well, he's gonna figure it out sooner or later. I mean, he's not stupid.'' I nod and sit at the kitchen table, cracking open the can. Abby pulls out a chair and sits down too. She runs her hand through her hair and sighs, ''He's not stupid.'' She repeats. ''He's gonna find me.'' I shake my head, ''Maybe he'll find you, but he won't get you.'' She smiles at me and gets up, walking to the fridge. She grabs a bottle of water and sits back down. ''I have nothing though. I only brought my phone and my purse. My purse has my wallet, which has about 50 dollars.'' I sip my drink and think. "Well, my sister Gemma was small. About your size. You could borrow her clothes. She's at college.'' She let's out a deep breath, ''Okay. Thanks.'' I nod, ''You can sleep in her room too.'' She gets up, ''I'm gonna go check it out and change.'' She walks off and I tell my mom about her borrowing my sister's clothes.

*****

''She said it's okay.'' I tell Abby, as she picks out an outfit of Gemma's. "Thanks again.'' She says, walking into the bathroom. The door closes and I hear the shower turn on. I patiently wait for her to return. Soon, she comes out, fully dressed in my sister's clothes. ''You look great.'' I tell her. She smiles, ''They're a little big.'' I laugh noticing the looseness of the borrowed clothes. She flops down on the bed and smiles, ''I like it.'' I lay next to her and smile, ''So, we're gonna be living together for a while.'' She nods and closes her eyes, ''Moving faster than I thought.'' She says with a laugh. I chuckle and sit back up, ''Want some lunch?'' ''Sure.'' She follows me to the living room. ''Mom, can I borrow your car?'' I ask. She frowns, ''What's wrong with Ol' Blue?'' ''She broke down. Last night.'' She groans, ''Harry, that's your car we're talking about.'' ''I know, I'm gonna pay for repairs.'' she sighs, ''Fine. But don't mess it up.'' I grab the keys and thank her as Abby and I walk out the door. I lock it behind me and we walk to my mom's Chevy. She climbs in the passenger side and I climb into mine. I start the ignition and pull out onto the road. We drive a few blocks into the big street, and I locate McDonald's. I pull into the drive-through and we order. As I'm paying the cashier, I see, out of the corner of my eye, Abby's dad. ''Great.'' I mutter, rolling up the window. ''What?''Abby asks, as I hand her her food. ''Your dad's back. Behind us.'' She sighs as I pull out onto the road, her dad close behind.

 

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