Back For You (Harry Styles)

{BOOK 1- COMPLETE} Meet Amabel Walker, the girl who kept everyone else out, who put up walls to protect herself from another accident, like the one that caused her hideous scar on her neck. She’s bitter and doesn’t let anyone in, but that soon changes.

Now, meet Harry Styles. Worldwide boy band hottie. Slighly cocky, but charming and sweet when he needs to be. He’s caring, and wants to help Amabel get back to being her normal, carefree, silly and loving self. Can he get under her skin and make her come out of her dark shell?



28. Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Tears stung my eyes as I threw random clothing articles in a duffel bag, not paying attention to the contents. There was no way I was staying there. How could they say something like that? They didn’t know about us. I wasn’t going to stay with Harry. Not after what he did earlier. I knew he didn’t mean to freak me out, but I needed a break from what had happened two years ago. Even Harry kept reminding me, if it was intentional or not. I could only think of one place to go, and I hadn’t been there in a long time.      

Andy’s house. Andy was my best friend before the accident, before I had my scar. He was always there for me. My parents adored him, thought of him as a son almost. They had wanted us to be together, but I didn’t see it. I could only think of him as a best friend, a brother.

After what happened I had moved. Not to another country, but a few towns over. We wanted to get away from Owen, but we were not willing to leave the country. I hadn’t heard from Owen since then, fortunately.

I hadn’t seen Andy in two years, and we about a month or so after it happened. He had been there for me through it all, always by my side. I could never repay him for what he did for me. Actually, I was surprised he hadn’t tried to contact me after all this time. We had been stuck like glue all through our childhood, and then I just left. I felt terrible, like I just checked out of his life in an instant. And I did, in a sense. I wondered if he thought of me.

Downstairs, my parents were waiting for me. I wiped away the tears that were flowing like rivers down my cheeks.

“Amabel! Wait!” My mom called me, but I ignored her.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” My dad shouted.

I turned to him, anger rushing through my body. “A friend’s okay? Not Harry’s place, if that’s what you were wondering, so don’t even bother going to his house.” I snapped, and then ran out the door. I stomped through the snow and to my car, where I didn’t give the house a second look. I had lied to my parents. I was going to stay with Harry. Not for long though, only a day or so, then I was going to Andy’s. I wasn’t planning on telling Harry, not a chance.

While I was driving, I was careful of the snow that had slightly begun to fall. Within a few minutes, I pulled up to Harry’s and was in front of his door. When he opened it, I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his curls askew.

“Hey babe!” he smiled. “What are you doing here?” He seemed happy to see me, but I remembered why I came. My smile disappeared, and tears stung my eyes. Harry’s face changed in a second, his eyebrows coming together in concern. “What’s wrong?” He reached for me, and I buried my face in his chest.   

“M-my parents don’t want u-us to be t-together,” I blubbered, unable to control the tears from escaping. I was so angry, confused, and I didn’t know what I needed.

Harry rested his chin on my head and stroked my hair softly while holding me close. “Shh, baby it’s okay.” He soothed and walked me inside, closing the door behind him.

We walked up to his bedroom and lay down. On top of the covers, I cuddled against Harry’s warm, hard chest and sobbed. He didn’t say anything; he just let me calm down. I was grateful for that; I wasn’t ready to talk about the conversation I had had with my parents. I felt so comfortable there in Harry’s arms as he held me. While we lay there, I was expecting my dad to be pounding on Harry’s door, demanding that he talk to me. I imagined myself cowering behind Harry’s tall, lean body as my dad tried to take me away. I shuddered at the thought.

could move out if I wanted to. I was eighteen, and was only staying with my parents until I moved on to college. In case you were wondering, yes, I had gone back to school, and saw Harry as often as I could. It was Saturday, and I didn’t care if I missed school next week.

I would leave for Andy’s tomorrow morning. Pray to God that my parents didn’t show up before then. I had quieted down; the only sound was our breathing and the occasional sniff I made.

“Tell me what happened,” Harry murmured, kissing my temple. I liked it when he did that, it calmed me.

“My mom and dad saw us on TV, on a gossip show,” I swallowed, “and they don’t think that fame is good for me.”

“Those TV shows lie.” He said plainly.

“That’s what I told them.” I explained, intertwining our fingers. “They said we needed a break.”

Harry let out a deep sigh. “They don’t know what they’re talking about.” He gave my hand a squeeze.

I kissed the back of his large hand. “You make me feel safe, Harry.”    

Harry was silent for a few seconds, before smiling. His curls flopped down over his eyes, tickling my forehead.

I smiled and turned in his arms to see his green eyes shining. Grinning, he pressed his lips to mine, and I hooked my hand around his neck, keeping him close to me. I tilted my head to deepen the kiss, our mouths opening and tongues flicking. Every time we kissed was a whole new experience for me, like every day would be a new adventure with him. When I pulled away to breath, he placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down on the bed. I frowned in confusion.

“I think you need some rest.” He told me.

“Fine,” I pouted, jutting out my lower lip. Harry released a throaty chuckle while untying my shoes. I smiled at him from under my eyelashes, and he returned the smirk.

Harry came back to me, and wrapped his arm around my waist. I lay down, still fully clothed next to the boy I loved and drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.


When I woke, it was still dark out. I had to untangle myself from Harry’s tight grasp on my waist. He looked so adorable. His curls were fanned out across the pillow, pink lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling slowly. Tip-toeing around his room, I grabbed my bag and pulled on my shoes. I turned to Harry, tears stinging my eyes. I couldn’t stay. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him, but I couldn’t sort of my thoughts when I was near him. The frustration towards my parents was not helping in the slightest. I needed someone who knew me before the accident, someone who could help me. I believed that person was Andy. He knew me better than anyone.

Harry wouldn’t want me to go, I knew that. He would claim we could work this out and beg and ask me to stay. But I wouldn’t do that. My parent would come looking for me, and I didn’t want anything to happen with Harry. I had to get out of here.

I picked up a pad of paper and a pen from a drawer in his bedroom and wrote him a note.


I’m so sorry, but I had to leave. I’m fine; I will stay with a friend. Don’t come looking for me, I’ll be back soon, okay?

Amabel xo

I wiped the tear that had fallen from my eye and kissed Harry’s temple and brushed a few curls from his face. He looked so peaceful laying there; it broke my heart to leave him alone.

“Goodbye.” I whispered, and left the room, quietly closing the door behind me. I raced down the stairs and out the door to my car. When the engine started, I quickly pulled out of his driveway and sped down the street.

I had to pull over. Alone in the dark, I killed the engine. I broke down in tears, hiccuping and blowing my nose. I didn’t want to leave him, but a little part in me knew my parents were right. I had changed since I had been with Harry, and I didn’t know if it was healthy.

Everywhere I went someone recognized me. Not everyone approached me, though. A few snapped pictures that I would find on Tumblr later that day. At first it didn’t bother me, until the photos of me and Harry were online. There were nasty comments on those, and Harry helped me through it. It didn’t bother me that much in the first place, but once your parents don’t like the relationship, it takes it to a whole new level.

After a few deep breaths and a few tissues, I started the ignition again. While I was driving, I didn’t stop the tears from silently rolling down my cheeks. I ignored them and took the familiar roads to the place I was headed to. I hadn’t taken those roads in a long time. The closer I got, the more the nerves got the best of me. 

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