- Abbey's POV -

After seeing the movie Iron Man 3, Niall and I went back to his house to relax. Once we enter, we both race to the kitchen. Niall and I lock eyes with the pancake mix on the counter at the same time. We're on the other side of the kitchen, though....

I see Niall out of the corner of my eye bolt for the mix. I hop up, and slide over the island and grab the mix before he can snatch it from my clutches. "Aha!"

"'Aha' yourself, now you have to make them!" He yells at me and runs out of the kitchen before I can protest. I huff and rummage through the cupboards until I find the whisk, measuring cup, bowl, and pan. I grab the ingredients out of the fridge.

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- Niall's POV -

"I mean, what kind of person doesn't have paper plates!? Especially with you boys, you can break a titanium plate with nothing but yourselves!" Abbey exclaims from the other room, referring to the only kind of plates we have; china.

"Yeah, yeah." I dismiss her innocuous insult. I hear a crash, and rush into the kitchen. Abbey is on the ground, her elbow and forearm propping her up, next to the shattered plate. Pancakes are strewn across the floor. She's staring at her hands.

I take a step towards her when she looks up at me, her eyes filled with horror. "Please don't hit me...." I take another step. "Please, please please. P-please." She resolves her gaze to the floor again.

"Why would I hit you?" I ask, my voice and tone soft, but she flinches as if I was yelling at her. That leaves a sting on my heart.

I stick my hand out to help her up. She whimpers, and collapses on the floor sobbing seconds later. I crouch down next to her, and pull her into me. She cries into my chest. I stroke her hair softly, and tell her everything will be alright.

Something needs to be done to Miles for doing this to Abbey.

Notes

whoa sorry dramatic chapter
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