Broken Wings || h.s

Chapter 5

                                                            Chapter 5

            After all classes I was starting to get a headache and it hurt like a bitch.

I hold a hand to my head while it kept aching.

I pushed through the pain while packing up the last of my things in my bag, and then slang it onto my shoulder.

“Hi,” Harry greets me as I shut my locker.

I know he was driving me home and all but he literally popped out of everywhere.

Last week was completely normal and now he was giving me all of this attention.

It was weird…really weird. 

“Hey,” I say.

“You okay?”

“Not really, I have a major headache,”

“Have you taken any medicine?”

“Yeah, it hasn’t gone away yet,” I groan.

“Oh, I’m sorry,”

“Lets just go, I’m so tired,” I say mostly to myself, Harry following behind me.

Crowds of people fill the noisy halls while we push past everyone.

I feel someone touch me and quickly turn my head but relax when I see it was just Harry and not some perv.

His hand goes to the small of my back as he leads me to the double doors.

We push them open and step outside.

London was sunny today, sunny and warm.

It was nice having different weather from just rain and cold.

We walk over to Harry’s car, him parting from my side and walking over to the driver’s side.

We get inside and I don’t hesitate to put my feet up.

Harry doesn’t say anything and I’m happy because most guys get pissed…

Especially my father.

Flashback

Age 16

Ever since my mothers accident my father and I had been mourning but he had been taking it worse.

We moved to London to get away from everything…well at least that’s what he told me.

He had been changing…coming home late, sometimes even drunk, being rude and mean to me as well.

I was started to get annoyed and frightened by him at the same time.

As the school bell rang I left the building and saw my dads car up front.

I walked over and saw him glance at me.

“Hi,” I say.

“Hello,” he replies, no emotion evident in his face.

“How was your day?”

“Fine,” he answers bluntly.

I waited for him to ask me the same question but he doesn’t.

I prop my feet up on the car, the way I always did back in America.

“Abby,” he snaps.