Harry's P.O.V.
"What?" She asked, trying to believe what had fell out of my mouth? Silence satiated the room, everyone waiting for her reaction.
Nobody dared to say anything, all eyes boring down at Abby. Finally when she understood, and her face fell as she closed her eyes as if to be begging that this wasn't true.
"Just... get out. I need to think." She mumbled loudly, before grabbing a bucket sitting on her table near her and vomited.
We all filed out of the hospital room, before closing the door. Everyone encircled me so I had no way to leave.
"Who is it?" Carina asked, anger boiling over as we listened to Abby vomit.
"Her name is Jennifer, she's an ex of mine. We're not technically dating though." I said, looking at them all.
Carina just sighed loudly, and obviously I was stressing everyone out, so I just pushed through everyone, making my way out of the hospital.
All I ever do is hurt everyone, I should've thought about what would happen before I dragged. Abby down with me. God, I'm such a fuck up.
I shut off my phone to keep me from lashing out on Twitter, which would make everything ten times worse. Running a hand through my hair, taking a deep breath before pushing through the hospital doors.
Instantly I was met with thousands of illuminating flashes that blinded me as I attempted to make my way down the stairs. I was trying so hard to ignore them, everything really. Trying to listen to Management, for Abby at the least.
"Harry!" An interviewer called, as the mass of people crowded around me, shoving cameras and microphones in my face.
"Harry is Abby filing charges?"
"Harry where's your other girl?"
"Harry!"
"Harry! How'd it feel getting laid by two sluts?"
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and spun around to face the pap, who stuck a camera in my face, asking if that angered me.
"Don't. Fucking. Talk. About. Her. Like. That." I said, teeth clenched, my hands in fists.
"Oh does Harry still have feelings for her?" I don't know if it was Abby or Jennifer he was referring to, but that made me snap.
"Asshole!" I spat, throwing a punch at the camera he was holding, shattering the glass and knocking it to the ground.
I was about to hit him, when the sound of cameras snapping brought me back to reality.
"Oh, shit," I mumbled, noticing everyone had stepped back, leaving a gap to get to my car.
Literally running to my car, the paparazzi stood, watching as Dark Harry fled the hospital parking lot.
Speeding down the freeway, I blasted the music and ran a hand through the roots I my brown hair. Management is going to kill me when they find out I broke one of those damn rules.
Realizing that I was speeding and if the cops pulled me over I'd be in even worst trouble, I pulled my foot off the gas slightly.
Where the hell are you going to go?
What did the paps see?
How is everyone going to react?
With all these questions nagging me, I decided to push them to the back of my mind. Looking straight ahead, I tried not to crash into the car in front of me.
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Patch Our Hearts
Novela Juvenil"How long?" I asked, I just had to know. "How long what?" "Have you loved me?" "Ever since I found out I was losing you."
