Sleeping With Danger. (A Harry Styles Love Story)

~ Chapter 22 ~

~Abby's POV~  *One Week Later*

Broken. That's what I am. I haven't really moved from this bed, and I haven't even ate much at all. I feel like I'm dying, inside and out. I've lost the only boy I've ever fallen in love with. Harry. Why did this have to happen? Why did Victoria have to get pregnant? I guess it was just meant to be that Harry and I aren't meant to be together.

He's been calling and texting me everyday, non stop. My phone's battery has ran dead. I never answered him back, and I don't bother with charging my phone. Someone was knocking on the front door the other day, but I didn't get up to see who It was. I already knew it was Harry.

I need Gregg right now, he's the only one that could at least make me feel a little better. But I don't want to call him and tell him what's going on, cause I know he'd fly out here to London, and I don't want him to do that for me. Besides, he might lose his job if he does, he cant afford any more vacation time right now.

I wonder how Harry's doing. Is he happy? Are him and Victoria a couple now since they have a baby on the way? Well I hope Harry's happy, cause I'm not. I'm lost, and alone......I have no one. I fell in love with a dangerous guy, and I just wouldn't listen to myself when I said to run away from him. Now look at me, lying on this bed with red puffy eyes from crying myself to sleep every night. Fuck my life.

I finally get up the strength to climb out of bed, I shiver when my bare feet touch the carpet, even the carpet was cold.......to me at least. I walk towards the bedroom door and open it, walking towards the bathroom. I look in the mirror and see a broken and destroyed girl. Who's hair and everything was just a mess. I cant believe this is me now.

I slip my clothes off and step into the shower, letting the warm water fall down onto my body. I could feel my ribs starting to poke out, I really needed to eat. I shampoo and condition my hair, feeling relief wash over me when I finally feel clean, which made me feel a bit better.....but not much.

I step out of the shower and dry myself off, looking into the mirror. I didn't look much better....but it would have to do for now. I decide I should put some other clothes on so I wrap the towel around me and walk back to my bedroom, looking through my drawers. I grab a pair of grey sweatpants and a rolling stones T-Shirt.....wait.....this shirt was Harry's. I feel the tears coming into my eyes again and I shove the shirt back in the drawer. I pick out a plain blue T-shirt and slip it on, not even worrying about a bra.

I look back down at the rolling stones shirt before slamming the drawer closed. Myself and Harry kept some of our own clothes at each other's places since we were always at one or the others flat staying the night. I hated even thinking about the god like beauty. I never thought I'd ever get hurt in this way, the guy I'm in love with got some other girl pregnant.

I walk downstairs and go into the kitchen, opening up the fridge and getting out a bottle of water. My throat hurt and it felt so dry. I decide to make myself something to eat, I know I need to get eating.....but having such a broken heart....I just don't want to.

~Harry's POV~

I hate my life. Really. I've been spending all my time taking care of Victoria. I know it's my responsibility to take care of what I have done, but damn. I want Abby back.....I really do. I never wanted to lose her in the first place. My life seems so empty without her, I'm sure I would've already done something to myself, but Victoria is always at my house now......and I have a baby on the way.....I cant do that.

I've been calling and texting Abby everyday, but she wont pick up the phone or reply to my texts. I really don't blame her, but cant she see what I'm stuck in? I made a mistake, I know.....but I cant rewind it. If I could, I would. I know I shouldn't say that since it's a baby, and regretting a baby is wrong. But I've screwed up my whole life now.