Kidnapped: A Harry Styles Fanfic

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Abby's P.O.V.

"Can we start over?" I ask through the silence of me and Harry lying on the shit make of an excuse of a bed.

He side smiled which made me smile, I haven't felt this, was Justin right? "Yes, ma'am! I would love that," he said. I giggled. What the hell? I never giggle its weird! Uh!

"Okay then, I am Abigail Duke

, nice to meet ya!" I playfully say back, who knew you can be bright in the darkest of times. I felt a crack in my torso but ignored it.

"Nice to meet you, I am Harry Styles," he sighed and extended his arm for me to shake.

I shake his hand firmly. "Nice name, so do you think we will ever get of here?" I ask getting more serious as I fidget and look up at the ceiling.

"I hope so, I hope so." He sighs. Silence is what followed, it wasn't the awkward kind, and it was nice. Left us to our own thoughts.

I thought about my life in Wisconsin, would they know I was missing? Would they care? What is Faith thinking? Why me? Will I ever grow up? Will I ever sing again?

My body ached as I moved, suddenly I remembered the beating. Ooh, I laid my head on the cement wall to slowly raise my hand to my hair. Hard and grotesque muck was coursed through. I lightly gagged as I felt my head again, their was a large gash above my eyebrow that was crusted closed.

I lifted up my shirt to see purple and black, no pale skin that I was used too, only bruised and battered. I looked towards Harry as he looked at my body. Their was no more fun in the air.

"Abby. You cannot move from the bed, I will go get your shirt and go through your hair to get out the blood, please don't move." He whispered hardly as he sat up and made the bed shift as he walked into the bathroom to only return seconds with a blood soaked shirt.

"You aren't putting that to my head right?" I asked grossed out.

"Chill, its wet from water now, let me please?" he begged as he moved towards me uncertainly.

I contemplated for a moment before slightly nodding and laid down on my stomach. I gasped at the pain through my stomach, just the pain of it made me want to die.

"Ha-rr-y my stomach," I whisper and I took my hand down to my rib cage. Running my fingers along my ribs I felt one cracked. Shivering I clutch onto it, moving on to the rest there is one out of place.

"I will look there in a minute can I do your head first? Can you wait?" he questioned, rather concerned I briefly shook my head before he sighed and told me to roll over on my back.

I did this and cold tears quickly escaped my eyes as the scorching pain numbed my body. I couldn't move. When I turned I heard a pop. "Ahhhh"

I murmur as I stare at the ceiling.

Harry lightly lifted up my shirt, without my consent. But I was of course one to not complain.

"Shh, it'll be okay, I need to pop them back in," he said solemnly staring emotionlessly at my cripple bruised torso. I sucked in a big breath and nodded.

He looked at my hesitation and muttered sorry, and I brought my hand up to my mouth and bit. Hard.

In one swift motion he grabbed the rib and shifted it. I couldn't control myself I screamed bloody murder and sobbed hysterically as the sharp pain dimmed and numbness set in.

"Harry! STOP it hurts. Ahh! Please, please! Make it stop!" I whimper as he does it again. Tears flow out of his guilty eyes as he tends to me. Sweat breaks through my forehead as the pain sky rockets; I lay my head on the bed and pray.

Black spots shoot against my vision I start to feel light, pains subsides, as I drift of to the hysterics of Harry telling me to stay awake. I cannot, I close my eyes and dream.

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