Aimless h.s.

Chapter 24

Abby

I blinked my eyes several times. I was on the ground. I touched the warm wood underneath me and slowly eased myself up. I was lying on the porch. Confused I glanced around and saw my phone lying on the lounger beside me and my cup of coffee on the table beside it.

Mr. Styles had been here. I'd been on the phone with Lana. Crap! Lana! I reached for my phone and I had several missed calls from her and two from Harry.

I hadn't been out long. It was only an hour later than the last time I checked. Good. I glanced back at the door and wondered what I was going to do about Mr. Styles.

Had I dreamed him being here or was it real? Would he just leave me like that? Wouldn't he have called Harry?

I started to get up when I heard the front door open and then Harry came running into the living room and straight for me. I quickly stood up just in time for him to barrel out onto the porch and pull me into his arms.

"You're okay. You didn't answer. I called and you didn't answer. Why are you on the ground? Did it happen? Did you have a panic attack? Why? Oh god. Come here." He was babbling as he sat down on the lounger I'd been sitting in earlier and held me in his lap.

He brushed my hair back out of my face and pressed a firm hard kiss to my lips.

"You scared me to death, Abby. Why didn't you answer baby? Are you okay?"

I didn't want to tell him the truth but then I didn't want to lie to him either. But I wasn't positive his father had been here so I wasn't going to bring that up.

"I was talking to Lana and she said something that triggered a memory. She didn't mean to it just happens sometimes. I think I blacked out. I woke up on the ground. She's called me more times than you. I need to call her back she's probably freaking out."

Harry pulled me into his arms.

"Dammit. I hate that you went through that alone. I can't stand it. Fuck," he growled as he held me tight. He couldn't keep doing this. He was getting too upset over my issues. I was already screwed up and I was just going to get worse. It was inevitable. Could he handle that? No. I knew he couldn't. He would also want kids.

"You can't always be with me Harry. You have to accept this will happen sometimes when you aren't around."

Harry let out a defeated sigh. "I can't do that. I don't ever want you alone when that happens. I'm going to find a cure. I'm going to find the best damn doctors out there that can help you with this. We can beat this. I promise you." He sounded so determined.

I hadn't been honest with him. I hadn't explained to him that this was just the beginning of my madness. The look in his eyes mirrored what I felt.

Did that mean he loved me? Had I let him fall in love with me completely blind to whom it was he was loving?

Harry

Abby had talked to Lana and reassured her it wasn't her fault then gone to lie down and take a nap. She seemed off. Something wasn't right. I'd never known her to take a nap during the day. And when she'd told me about her episode she hadn't told me everything. I could see something in her eyes. A hesitation.

I stood at the door to the bedroom and watched her sleep. She was curled up in a ball, which she did often. Seeing her on the ground when I'd walked in had been like a kick to the stomach. I'd feared driving home that this was what had happened. I hadn't been sure until I'd seen her there struggling to get up. I hated the idea of it. I hated that she even had the damn things. I was getting her help. Immediately.