Broken and Shattered

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3. Chapter Two

Harry paced impatiently, waiting for the doctor to find him. He was still at the front of the hospital, too nervous to follow anyone. Harry knew if he stayed put, the doctor would know where to find him.

"Harry Styles?" A male voice boomed. Harry stopped pacing and looked towards the sound. Harry stood in the front of the doctor, surprised to see him so soon.

"Yes? Is she okay?" Harry asked.

"Yes. Ms. Greene and her baby are perfectly fine."

"What's Ms. Greene's name?" Harry wondered out loud. He didn't exactly have the time to ask her what her name was, but now he knew her last name.

"Abigial. You didn't know?" The doctor questioned.

"No, I ran into her and she fell on a piece of glass, so I rushed to the hospital. She was in too much pain to talk." Harry frowned, shaking his head.

"Ah. Yes, well, Ms. Greene will be okay. I'm releasing her in an hour or so." Doctor McCarthy smiled.

"Great. Can she have visitors?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Sure. Follow me." Dr. McCarthy said, maneuvering through the crowd of people. They reached Abby's room in a matter of minutes. Harry opened the door, anxious yet nervous at the same time. Harry contemplated what he was going to say before making a fool of himself.

"I'll give you two a moment." The young man muttered, leaving Harry and Abby alone. Abigail felt her heart beat faster as Harry moved closer.

"S-stay away from me." Abby's voice shook. She wished she had sounded more confident.

"I'm not going to hurt you or your baby. I was the one that brought you to the hospital." Harry explained, raising his hands in surrender.

"Y-you did?" Abby whispered.

"Yes, I did. I'm Harry." The British lad introduced.

"Abigail. But you can call me Abby."

"I know. Dr. McCarthy told me. Uh, can I ask you a question?" Harry asked, shifting his weight onto his left foot.

"Sure, I guess."

Um, when are you due?" He questioned, his accent thick.

"September 19th." Abby faintly smiled. She was ecstatic to have a baby, but she was upset that he or she wouldn't have a father.

"Have you picked out a name yet?" Harry smiled, happy to see the sparkle in Abby's eyes.

"Yes. If it's a boy, I picked Christopher Matthew Greene and if it's a girl, I picked Isabella Marie Greene." Abby grinned.

"You want it to be a surprise?" Harry chuckled.

"Yep. I love surprises, so I thought it would be nice." Abby shrugged.

"Who's the father?" Harry blurted. He noticed she tensed up as she heard the word 'father'.

"The baby doesn't have a father. I was raped two months ago." Abby choked, still tense. That was possibly the worse night of her life. Even with all the abuse, her father never raped her.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-" He apologized.

"It's okay. You didn't know." Abby sighed, wiping her tears. She hadn't realized she was crying until a tear landed on her hand.

"No, it's not okay. No one should have to go through that." Harry fumed, his hands clenching into fists.

"Hey, it's okay. That's not the only bad thing that's happened to me." She confessed. Harry glanced at her and wondered what else could've happened to an innocent woman?

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