Resist (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty-Nine

ABBY'S POV

I cried the whole way back to the apartment. Harry tries to comfort me but he couldn't.

I had just found out my dad walked out because he didn't want me... Not because he couldn't support me.

He didn't even remember Louis name. Why did he remember mine? Did he have other kids? Was that woman next to him his new wife?

"Abigail?" Harry's soft voice asks as I storm out of the car. I reach into my purse and pull our something I've kept in there for years.

My blade.

I tried to hide it from Harry so I walk faster and run up the the apartment.

"Abby! Don't do it!" Harry pleads outside the bathroom door, I guess I didn't do a good enough job of hiding it. Shit.

He pounded on the bathroom door. I cried hysterically and sat on the toilet with my blade. This is one of the moments I truly feel crazy. My anger and sadness seemed to collide with the anger and sadness from the past and it was the worst feeling ever. I felt like complete worthless shit.

Why didn't he want me?

Was I not good enough for my own fucking father?!

"Abby! Please! Open the door! For me! Please." Harry pounded on the door. Everything raced in my mind and the pounding combined with my heart beat until my tears turned boiling and my skin was screaming "slash me."

I took the corner of the blade down in the center of my wrist right as Harry picks the lock.

"Abby!" He cries and takes the blade from me.

"Give it back!" I shout.

"No!" He shouts back "shit Abby." He looks down at the floor. The blood was dripping everywhere. I learned not to feel it anymore. He rushes me to the sink and washes the blood off my hand and wrist and puts gauze on it and presses it down.

"Give me it back harry." I say.

"I will if you let me talk to you first." He says calmly. I look at my feet as he lifts me up and puts me on the counter.

"Listen Abigail, when are you going to realize that your body isn't meant to be hurt, or broken, same with your heart by ESPECIALLY yourself. You're only hurting who matters most in your life. And who's most important in mine... I think you're truly amazing. You're so strong and you have had a hard time, you're coping with it the wrong way." He almost pleads. "People are going to be mean they will hurt you, they will tear you to fucking pieces...trust me I know from being in love with you for so long and watching you get hurt by yourself and other people. Your scares were almost gone, you let a stranger ruin that. He isn't your dad so never think of him like that. Our 'dads' don't want us. So what? They weren't there ever why should we expect things to change. The only thing changing is us, I love you more than you will ever know. I mean that. You know you're worth something if you mean that much to someone, and that someone is me. Now you can have the blade back." He places it in my hand and kisses my cheek and starts walking out of the bathroom.

"....Harry?"

"Yes?"

I turn away from him and throw the blade in the toilet. I stare at it for a few seconds and push the lever down and watch it go away.

I walk towards my bedroom past Harry and take off my dress and lay under the covers.

Harry stood in my door frame and smiled. "Are you coming or what?" I ask.

He laughs and lays down next to me and pulls me facing him.

"Thank you." He whispers and kisses the freshly scabbed arm.

"Thank you." I say and kiss his chest. I hadn't noticed before but over his heart beat there was an "A" tattooed in a heart.

"Anne?" I ask referring to his mother and point to the A.

"No. It's you. It's the first tattoo I got, I thought if I couldn't have you in real life I would always have a bit of you..." He trails off. I blush and kiss him.

"Goodnight Harry." I whisper and kiss him again.

"Goodnight my love." He whispers back and holds my hand to his heart. "It beats for you, you know?" He whimpers and pulls me closer before we both fall asleep.

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