Aimless h.s.

Chapter 22

Harry

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" I roared as I shoved past Amanda and grabbed Abby so I could protect her.

It was a miracle Amanda hadn't sent Abby into one of her panic attacks. I ran my hand down her back to soothe her as I glared at Amanda who was watching me closely.

"This is why?! You threw away your future because of her ! She works as a server at the club, Harry. What the hell are you thinking?! Look at her. She's... she's... just all out there. Nothing about her fits you. Are you fucking her as a form of rebellion?"yuuyyhuuu

Abby flinched in my arms and I was real close to not caring that Amanda was a woman. I was ready to hurt her.

"Be very careful what you say. This is my house you broke into. I'll have your ass locked up until your daddy can get here and bail you out."

Abby was stiff in my arms and I slid my finger under her chin and tilted her face up so I could see her eyes. She was with me. Good.

I looked back up at Amanda. "You need to leave. Don't ever step foot back in this house. And stay away from Abby. You talk to her or hurt her and you'll regret it."

Amanda hissed and slung her hair over her shoulder. "You don't threaten me Harry Styles. I'm not scared of you. This... this farce you have going on here with her," she pointed her long manicured nail toward Abby, "it's ridiculous. I would have still married you. All you had to do was tell me you needed to get this one out of your system."

Abby flinched in my arms again and I'd had enough.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Now. " I roared.

"Well, I need to call someone to get me. I had my daddy drop me off here. I thought I could wait on you and talk to you. But she came walking in instead of you."

"You have a phone. Leave my house and call someone to come get you. I want you out of here."

Amanda spun around and her heels clacked against my hard wood floors. When the door slammed behind her I picked Abby up and carried her into my room and sat down with her on the bed.

"Look at me," I said, needing to see her face.

She lifted her eyes to me and the confusion and pain I'd expected to see wasn't there. Instead she was... angry.

"You were going to marry that bitch? Really? What were your parents thinking? She's horrible, Harry. You're so much better than that. I can't..."

I covered her mouth with mine before she could say anything else. I was so damn relieved to hear the anger in her voice instead of hurt I just needed to reassure myself she was okay.

Abby kissed me back with equal vigor then pushed me away.

"I still have got to pee," she said and stood up.

I smiled as she ran to the bathroom.

Then the fact my father was going to know about Abby hit me and any humor that had been there was gone. He'd hate this. He'd hate her. If there was any way I could shut Amanda up I would. I just didn't know how. She was a woman scorned. She'd been tossed for someone else and she was furious.

I reached for my iPhone and turned it off. If he called tonight I wasn't dealing with him. I would make sure Abby was nowhere near when I had this conversation with him. If he pushed me too far I'd pack up and leave. Abby had a list of places she wanted to see and we'd make sure to go see them all.

The bathroom door opened and Abby walked out in a yellow bikini that barely contained her tits. Just like the one she'd had on that day at the beach causing every man around to drool. I watched her as she walked toward me.