Kidnapped: A Harry Styles Fanfic

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

Oh my god, someone needs to shut the fuck up. That beeping is annoying.

Hearing muffled crying in the back ground, I fought to open my eyes. White surrounded my eyes, thus taking it a moment to adjust. I open my eyes, and let the light surround me, blinking numerous times, I ty to remember what happened, panicking I realize I am in a bed. Huh?

"Oh my god Abby!" a startled British accent said from my side. I roughly whip my head around to see who it is.

"Faith?" I cry.

"Abby! Oh my god." Faith gushes, wet tears running down her face. Why is she crying?

Wait- OH MY FUCKING DUMB SHIT!

"FAITH!" I squeal happily opening my arms for her to embrace me, tears quickly run down my face a well. I am alive, I made it. I made it.

Running quickly into my arms she sits and sobs, I lightly brush my hand through her snarled hair.

"I-I thought you were gone! We had a funeral and everything!" Faith whispered while soaking my gown.

"It's okay, shh, I am here now its okay. Shh," I say trying to comfort her. Losing my train of thought I remember my child.

"Faith?"

"Yeah?"

"Where's my baby?" I whisper instantly regretting it. Faith's face goes white as a ghost, I sit waiting for the answer. Wanting to know the horrific news. I just want my baby to be okay. That's it. Please god? After everything you can do this one thing right?

"Abby, Harry's here." Faith says trying to get my mind of the baby, which works.

"What?" I ask suddenly pissed.

"Yes, he is here with his bandmates! They wanna see you."

"Well, I fucking don't wanna see him." I growled at the thought. My lower abdomen crying out in pain, which I am guessing had something to do with the gunshot wound. Which went straight into my baby! Oh, I broke out in a whimper and cried uncontollaby again.

"She's dead, isn't she." I whisper angrily to Faith who sits up at my strong tone. Of course she doesn't respond though.

"Faith?" I say a little bit louder.

"Umm, you see," Faith mumbles, but I couldn't take it, this is my child.

"God dammit Faith!" I scream, my heart monitor spiking.

The door to the hospital room is roughly flung open as of course fucking Harry dashes in.

"Abby!" he screeches happily. Pissing me off more of course, angry ad somber tears flow through my eyes. This is all just to much.

"Fuck off Harry," I whisper, Harry walked back slowly, taken aback by my voice.

"What? Abby I am so sorry, you don't understand-" I cut Harry off.

"Yeah! I FUCKING UNDERSTAND! YOU LEFT ME FOR DEAD!! AFTER YOU PROMISED NOT TO! How should I respond to that? Should I be happy?" I roar at Harry for have the arrogance and stupidity for even thinking for one second that I care about him.

"Abby- I - you were dead- they took me by force! It wasn't my fault. I thought you were dead," Harry whispered as he looked at Faith for back up. But no- I am not getting pushed around anymore. He is the reason my child is dead! NOT ME! Him.

"Well, now my baby's dead so congrats."

"Abby, I didn't know you had a kid! I didn't know anything!"

"You promised you wouldn't leave me! And shocker... YOU DID!" I yell, I have to say I am honestly surprised no nurses have came in yet to break up this little 'love' fest.

"They drugged me ABBY! I HAD NO WAY TO FIGHT THEM! They drugged me, I couldn't stop them! I'm sorry! Please Abby!" Harry pleaded, my heart stopped, not only was my child dead but I am accusing a man who tried to help, but was drugged and taken away. Shit.

"Its okay Harry, they said you had just left. That the ransom was paid, so you just left... without me." I whispered, suddenly out of my mood of rage, guilt replacing it.

Harry looked at me, his light green eyes filled with sorrow and regret, guilt flooded my mind, I opened my arms and Harry embraced my frail figure. And for the second time, I felt safe.