Broken Wings || h.s

Chapter 16

Chapter 16 

Abby's POV

The next week was one of the worst weeks I had ever expierienced, and I was truly trying everything to not break down or crack in the middle of the hallways or in front of Harry at any time. 

Monday: Kendall was posting lame and fake things about me, calling me different names in the rudest ways. Anyone would say, don't let it affect you, she's just trying to get to you. 

But that was the thing; no matter how hard I tried, I could never shut out the voices in my head...or in thise case, Kendall's voice. 

I was very sensitive, I never tried to deny this, so I took practically everything to heart, even if I knew that it wasn't true. 

Tuesday: it was the after math of Monday, I felt like everyone's eyes were on me as they chatted and bickered, even though I knew that I was being a bit over paranoid about it. I knew that not everyone was looking at me, that it was my own head trying to trick me into thinking it. 

Wednesday: Kendall had started telling people that the only reason why Harry was letting me stay over was because he felt extremely bad, (which probably could be true), but it did hurt. She was saying how I was just some "slut" from a bad family that didn't deserve Harry because he was "too attractive" and "too nice to tell me the truth". 

Somehow, everyone was able to keep away the rumors away from Harry and since Ally was so busy with classes, her coming back and needing to make up work, I didn't want her to over stress with my stupid drama. 

It was now Thursday and I felt so anxious when I entered the lunch room. I had no idea where Harry was but I wasn't sure if I wanted to know where he was. 

I walked out of the room, feeling that everyone was watching me and feeling that I was going to go crazy eventually.  

When I walked to the bleachers outside, Niall was sitting there, head tilted back and elbows propped up with music coming from his phone that was sat beside him.

"Why are you out here?" I ask as I sit beside him, shocking him a bit but not enough for me to think he was not surprised he'd see me. 

"I didn't want to be in there...plus, I knew you'd come out here,"

"How?" 

"You think I haven't been hearing any of the rumors?" 

"Oh," I scratch my arm awkwardly at the mention. 

He turns his head to me, his blue eyes looking up at my own, his face held sorrow and sorry. 

"Abby, I'm-"

"Don't say it. I don't want your pitty," I sigh and look up at the sky, realizing it was a lot more cloudy than it was in the morning. 

"Are you letting it affect you?"

"What do you mean by that?" I tilt my head to the side. 

"You know what I mean," Niall rambles, licking his lips. 

"Sorta, I guess...this kind of stuff would, I'm not that strong,"

"You don't think so?" 

"Not at all. I'm weak and pathetic and some of those rumors are true- the one about Harry. He really is just letting me stay with him because he feels bad-"

"Abby, stop. They are rumors...Harry really cares about you, how could you be so oblivious?"

"I'm not, I just-"