Vendetta

Chapter 3.

*harry*

Today was the day we turned in our stupid project. I have to admit I was kind of nervous because I didn't really help, I took her for 3 days out of seven. Abbie and I started to talk more and I think we are friends? I don't know, it might be too soon to say. All I know is that she's funny and kind hearted.

"Hello." She said sitting next to me. I have to admit, I was glad she sat beside me and not her friend Bella.

"Fancy seeing you here." I said. She had a smile on her face. I smiled back, our little moment was suddenly interrupted when Mrs. Powell came in, jeeze I hate that teacher.

"Today I will take up the dolls and begin to grade." I didn't understand how the hell she was going to grade them, all I cared about was making a good grade. I know I didn't act like it, but that's why I let Abbie do it, I knew she could do a good job.

I noticed a panicked look on Abbie's face when she said she was going to grade them. I tapped her arm and passed a note

Me: Relax a little, you and I both know we nailed it.

Her: i nailed it. You didn't care for her. 3 days? come on Harry.

Me: oh hush, you know I did a good job those three days.

Her: I wouldn't trust you with my kids.

Me: you might as well start trusting me better then ;)

Her: oh my.

I saw her cheeks turn a crimson colour. It was the first time I had flirted with her, I'm not the best at it.

I could tell something was wrong with her, it wasn't just the project. She looked uneasy and ready to throw up.

"Hey, you alright?" I asked as the bell started to ring. She put her stuff in her bag amd nodded. I noticed her eyes getting watery and I knew she was about to cry.

"Hey," I didn't know what to do, so I went with my gut. I pulled her in for a hug. She then started to cry even more. "What's up Abbie?" I asked.

"Nothing, can we just go?" She said. I was confused and hurt that she wouldn't open up to me, then again we only knew each other for a week now.

Everyone had left the class except for us. I helped her with her books and carried them to her car. "If you need anything I'm here," I reminded her. She smiled and said thanks while she wiped a tear from her cheek.

*Abbie*

I woke up and realized that it was Friday, December 14, that's when a rush of emotion came over me, this marks 9 years of my parents death. I also remembered that it was also the last day to care for the baby, that part not upsetting me at all, that's only until I realized Harry might forget about me once we were done with this project.

Through the whole class Harry would glace at me and I could feel his emerald eyes on me. I tried to keep it together throughout class but I couldn't stop thinking about my mom and dad. Harry didn't know about my parents yet. He's never really asked, which I'm thankful for.

Harry asked me if everything was alright and that's when I fell apart. I started to tear up and he pulled me into a hug. It felt nice but I only started to cry more. He helped me with my things and walked me to my car. He didn't ask questions, I was thankful for that.

I was driving home and realized Bella didn't talk to me all day. She claimed she had someone to take her home so I didn't worry that much. The short drive was too short so I decided to go visit my parents.

I pulled into the cemetery when I noticed someone familiar. Head full of curls, long slinky body. Harry. He had one of his thumbs in this pocket, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

I got out and walked towards him, he turned around as soon as he heard foot steps. "Hey," I said as I held my arm with my other hand. He looked shocked to see me but almost relieved?

"What are you doing here?" His green eyes had a red puffiness to them. I walked closer to him and looked at the headstone, Desmond Styles. From the year and everything I assumed it was his father.

I took his hand and walked him to my mom and dad's grave. My brother also had one even though he was never born.

He looked at me and I could see the sorrow in his eyes. "My mom and dad died," I said while tears started to run down my cheeks. I wiped them with my hand and sat on the concrete bench at the door of their grave.

"My dad died," he replied. He walked over and sat beside me, "what happened to them?" He asked, his voice shaky, sounding almost too scared to ask.

I decided to let Harry in, I figured explaining would help me get through it a little better. "Today, 9 years ago we were coming home from a Christmas party, my dad was speeding trying to get home faster so we could go to bed." I felt my voice crack.

"A drunk driver ran into the front, causing my dad to lose control, my moms neck broke and my dad went through the," I stopped in the middle of my sentence, reliving that night. Harry didn't say anything.

"My dad went through the windshield, he wasn't wearing his seat belt. I later heard that the drunk driver lived and only served 3 years in prison." I glanced at my unborn brothers grave, "My my mom was pregnant when it happened," I said pointing to his grave.

*harry*

When Abbie told me her story I admit I wanted to scoop her up in my arms and just hold her, but I didn't. I didn't know what to say.

"My dad died when I was 12, he also died in a car accident," I replied. I noticed Abbie grabbed my hand. I squeezed it and continued the story.

"A drunk driver didn't hit him, he was the drunk one." I admitted. I heard a whimper escape from Abbie's mouth. I sat closer to her and she laid her head on my chest and I held her as she let her emotions take over.

After a few minuets in silence she finally stoped crying. She was still curled up in my arms, I admit something about this moment made my heart warm. It was nice, sad, but felt real and I felt like this would only bring us closer.

   "Harry," she said, breaking me from my thoughts. She still didn't move from my arms.

"Shh, it's okay," I kissed her forehead without even thinking about my action. Stupid.

"I wanted to thank you," she said while moving from my arms.

"No need to thank me, I enjoy being here for you." I looked up at the clouds.

Abbie stood up and nudged her head to come on. I stood up and followed her to her car. We said goodbye and she left to go home.

My heart began to race and my head began to spin, what did I feel towards Abbie, I mean I like her but not like, like, her. Right? With all of these thoughts racing through my mind I began to drive home.

An: I thought of some ideas so I updated soon. I know it's short but I liked how it is.

Vote and comment what you think so far.

I might update tomorrow or sometime within the next 3 days because I'm leaving and won't have Wi-Fi: ( <3

Ash