OKAY. I'm going to start doing the notes in the start of the chapter from now on. But I know, I FUCKING SUCK AT WRITING. No need to inform me..I know. I currently am brain dead and I have no idea what to do next. Including in this chapter. I just write for the moment, which probably explains how horrible this is. But please just enjoy it? Try to? Comment or vote? It would make me so happy (: I LOVE YOU GUYS! -Morgan
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I woke up in Harry's arms. His grip was very strong on me, obviously not wanting me to let go. His arms were around my firmly around my waist, and he was asleep. His breathe ran up against my neck. I slowly and softly turned around to face him.
His curls were brushing up against his face and he wore a smile. He was still in his school outift, not caring. I reached my hand out to his face, and touched his cheek. I've missed him so much. So much. I know I shouldn't because he was such a jerk, but I missed him a ton. More than you could imagine.
I turned the other way to face the celing. Do I forgive him? Should I forgive him? He's been with me through everything..well except some of the hardest times in my life, but still..everything. In 8th grade we went to the school dance together, when we were 5 we went down to Florida to visit Sea World, and when I was 15 I knew I was in love with him.
We've had so much memories together..should I just let it go to waste? Well Harry kinda did, but you can tell he regrets it. But what if he's just going to do what he already did with me? Be friends with me, or even more, but leave me in the cold again?
Why did this have to be so hard? Why did he have to leasve me? Everything would of been all fine if he didnt! I wouldn't of hurt myself because he would be with me and comforting me, I wouldn't of cried so much my eyes stung, and I honestly think I wouldn't get bullied as much. I think Harry is the reason behind that. Forgive and forget? I don't think I could forget something that hurt me so much, that easily.
'UHHH.' I groaned. I pulled my hands up to my face and closed my eyes.
"Abby? Are you okay?", Harry asked in his sleepy voice.
"Oh yeah Harry. I'm okay. Do you want to stay over tonight?" I really don't want to talk about this now. He seems too tired.
"I kinda already aranged that with your parents.." I turned my head over to him, and he smirked.
"But I really don't think your okay." His smirk faded and his eyes were filled with worry. "Tell me whats wrong babe."
Well nevermind about that.. "Well I've been thinking. First off, please understand. I just want you to understand." I looked him in the eyes, and he nodded.
"Okay..well..um..remember that time in 8th grade I had no date to go with for the dance?" He nodded his head.
"Yeah..you were all worried and frantic that you wouldn't be able to go. You even already had a dress picked out." He slightly laughed.
"Well you asked me to the dance. When I got there, I saw you just smiling at me. Your dimples were showing..I can even remember that." I laughed to myself. Why was I laughing? "But that was one of the best nights I had. We danced, we talked, and it was just perfect."
I sighed and looked down. "But the reason why I'm telling you this all again is because I want to know..should our memories leave us? We've had so much memories Harry, and you just left them..and me. I want to forgive you and let this all go behind us, but I can't help think what if you left me again. When you left me Harry a lot of things happened." I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. Harry was looking at me with concern.
"My brother commited suicide when you left. My parents stopped caring for me when you left. I did some horrible things to myself when I left. But if you were there, would I still of hurt myself? No, I'm not blaming it on you Harry. I would never do such thing. But I think if you would of been there for me I would somewhat better. Because I would have someone telling me that 'Its all going to be okay, I promise', and someone who would let me cry into their arms. Someone who would sleep with me at night because I would get nightmares." I brought my hands up to my face and cried into them.
"But I didn't have that somebody Harry. That somebody left me. But why did you leave me? What did I do? I can't help but think I did something wrong." I brought my head up to him the tears running down my face.
"You did nothing wrong. I don't know why I did that. I guess I just wanted to fit in with the crowd and be cool."
"So I wasn't cool enough for you Harry? Was that the reason?" I countinued to cry but still look at him.
"Abby I'm sorry. I was so stupid. I was more than stupid!" He stood up from thew bed and paced around the room.
"Seeing you like this makes me feel horrible. I should of been there for you. Before I didn't know that Sam have died. I didnt know you cut. I would of been there for you if I knew. I would of done anything to be there for you. Jesus Abigail! I missed you so much. I missed you so much it hurt. I'm so sorry." He started turned to me and cried.
I don't want him to cry..now there are 2 crying people.
"Im so sorry Abs. Im so sorry. I won't hurt you again I promise. I will be there for you from here and now, until forever. Please just let me back in."
Tears stained his face and filled his eyes. He looked at me seriously for a answer.
"Do you love me Harry?" Did I seriously just ask that?! Gosh I'm so stupid.
"Yes. And I still remember at the park. When we first kissed and we said 'I love you' to eachother. I still love you Abby. And I always will."
I felt somewhat relived he still loved me. I think if he didnt I would hurt more.
"I forgive you Harry. I'll let you back in."
He ran over to me, and picked me up from my bed and kissed me. Fireworks. The world that described it. Absolute fireworks. We broke away. The kiss was short, so I didn't live in for the moment, but it was still fireworks.
I smiled. "I love you Harry."
"I love you too Abigail." And then we kissed some more.
