Abigail's P.O.V.
I wake up in a big bed and look around. This is Harry's room. Isn't it? Images come flooding back and the realization hits me. Ugh I'm such a baby. I totally broke.
I smell food. I almost feel nauseous. So I get out of bed and find my way down the stairs. When I finally find the kitchen I see Harry.
"Morning Ms.Smart," he smiles,"Are you allergic to anything?"
"No,"I say. He sits two plates down at the table and we sit.
"I would have slept on the couch but I didn't want you to be by yourself," he says scooping some eggs in his mouth.
I haven't touched my food yet.
"So, do you want to talk about what happened last night?"
"I'd prefer not to," I say looking down at my plate.
"You called me Haz," he says ignoring my previous statement.
"And you called me Abbs," I point out. "Its not a big deal. They're just names."
"I thought maybe you wanted to talk about your mom or what happened like why you were on the bench that night I found you," Harry explains.
'Well, I don't," I remark. He looks a little taken aback. I put my fork down, not that I had eaten anything and place my hand on my forehead.
"Harry," I sigh "nobody except for mom and a really, really close friend has ever been there for me. As you know from getting to know me last night I don't like to take pity from anybody and I don't like to show my soft side. I don't trust a lot of people and if you knew the things I've been through you would know why. So, I don't know how in the world you've manged to make me show you more of myself than most people have seen in the little amount of time I've known you. I don't know what this means but I'm not ready to show all of that yet."
Harry looks at me and says, "I've never met a girl like you and I will try not to mess anything up," he smiles.
Flirt much. I roll my eyes.
We go back to eating and just talk about nonsense. After we get done, I've barely ate anything but Harry doesn't question it and picks up the dishes and puts them in the sink.
He says something about just going and getting out of the house so we decide to take showers. I walk up into the guest room and pick through clothes in my bag.
"Uhg," I groan. I literally have nothig to wear and I'm not the one to complain, especially about clothes. They must've spilt out somewhere.
Harry hears me and comes in the room. "What's wrong."
"I have nothing to wear," I pout. He laughs at me and says "We can go shopping just put something on for now."
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Amazing Grace (Harry Styles)
Fiksi PenggemarIn the process of being edited. My name is Abigail. I ran away from my father and have arrived in the lonely streets of New York. I have nothing planned for myself and it looks like I have nowhere to go. That was until I met him... He has helped me...
