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Perfect To Me

Same Old Fears, Wish You Were Here

“Alright lads, I’m gonna head to bed,” I told the boys whose eyes were glued to the videogame Louis and Niall were currently playing.

“See ya mate,” Liam and Zayn said as they tore their eyes away from the TV screen. Louis and Niall gave me an inaudible groan that I took as a goodbye, seeing as they both were too into trying to kill one another in the game. I stood up from the couch in Niall’s room and left the room. I hadn’t heard from Abby since she sent me the text saying she missed me, I took it that she was having a fun time with her friends. I’m really put off by the Chris guy though, there’s just something about him that I don’t trust and I got the feeling Abby wasn’t telling me all about him when I asked her questions. But, I trust Abby and I always will. She hasn’t done something to make me not trust her. Just as I stepped on the elevator to go down to the floor my hotel room was on my mobile started to ring, I pulled it out of my pocket and saw a picture of Abby, sleeping, flashing on my screen. I smiled and slid my thumb across the screen and put the phone up to my ear.

“I was just thinking about you,” I said into the phone and could hear Abby laugh on the other end.

“I hope they were good thoughts.”

“They always are, love. What’s going on?” I asked, curious as to why she was calling me at 9pm. Especially when she should be at a club right now and it’s awfully quiet on her end.

“Nothing, back at Gran’s with Char, drinking some wine. Thought I’d give you a ring,” Abby said and there was something to her voice, like there was a reason for her to call me.

“That’s thoughtful of you.”

“Yeah, so what are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m walking down the hall to my hotel room. Babe, is something wrong?” I curiously asked.

“Actually, yes. There’s something I didn’t tell you.” There it was, the reason she was calling me while she was still hanging out with her friend.

“What do you mean? What didn’t you tell me?” I asked her as I slipped into my hotel room. As I walked over to my bed I kicked my shoes off and fell backwards on my bed.

“Remember how you asked about Chris and I’s history? And I said he just took my virginity and we would occasionally hook up after that?” Abby asked and I knew where this was headed.

“Yes, I remember that. Go on,” I told her as I got comfortable on my bed.

“Okay, well don’t get mad at me okay?”

“I won’t make any promises, now tell me what’s going on Abby,” I told her, getting impatient with her stalling.

“Chris and I….we dated,” Abby told me, trailing off on the end.

“Excuse me?” I asked, anger slowly making its way to the top, like a volcano ready to erupt.

“Chris and I dated before,” Abby repeated herself.

“How long?” I asked.

“Pardon?”

“How long did you two date?” I asked her, growing impatient again.

“Two years…” she mumbled into the phone and my jaw went slack. Two years, two years, she dated him for two yearsand failed to mention that to me.

“You dated him for two years?!” I said into the phone as abruptly sat up.

“Yes.”

“What the hell Abby! Why didn’t you tell me that!” I yelled into the phone, my body raging with anger at the girl who left out a bit of information.

“I just didn’t feel like it was necessary Harry!”

“Are you kidding?! Of course it was necessary! The guy takes your virginity, sleeps with you on occasion and dates you for two fucking years! That’s something I need to know!!” I yelled into the phone, I tried taking deep breaths to calm myself down but it wasn’t working. I was too angry right now. “That’s so many fucking emotional ties to you Abby! It’s a big fucking deal!” Before I could even process what I was doing I hung up on Abby without saying goodbye. As soon as I hung up I threw one of the pillows sitting on my bed across the room where it hit the wall and fell to the floor. How could she not tell me she dated the guy for two years. That’s a huge deal, two years is a long time for two people to date and there just had to be something between them for it to last that long. I just can’t believe she failed to mention it to me, how do you forget something like that! After 5 minutes passed I finally calmed down from my frustration, I picked my phone up and dialed Abby’s number.

“Yes?” She said into the phone, she was crying. I made her cry. Guilt instantly washed over my body.

“How could you not tell me this, Abby?” I, heartbreakingly, said into the phone.

“Because, it slipped my mind,” Abby whimpered into the phone.

“Abby, two years of being with a guy just doesn’t slip your mind. Why didn’t you tell me? And don’t lie to me,” I told her, frustration boiling inside of me, again.

“Because it was wasted time, Harry.”

“Excuse me? What do you mean by wasted time?” I asked, confused by what she meant.

“He cheated on me, six times. The two years I spent with him was a big waste. I regret ever dating him and I didn’t want to tell you because I wanted to forget.”

“When did you two break up?” I asked her, wanting to see how recent the relationship was.

“A month before I moved to London.”

“So you two are definitely over? There’s no feelings harbored between you two?” I asked, wanting to make sure she was over him.

“We are definitely over, Harry. I don’t give cheaters a second chance.”

“Did you love him?” I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.

“I thought I did.”

“What changed that?” I asked while I flipped onto my stomach and messed with one of my curls.

“I didn’t cry over the break up. That’s when I knew I never loved him, I only wanted to believe I did,” Abby asked as I heard shuffling on her end, probably her readjusting into a more comfortable position.

“But you dated him for two years.”

“Yeah I know. I guess I just wanted to believe I did, that everyone ends up loving their best friends like they do in the movies, which is so false and now I hate movies like that,” Abby said and I couldn’t hold in the chuckle trying to make its way out.

“I could have told you that, I’m sorry for blowing up on you babe,” I told her and I heard her sigh into the phone.

“Don’t worry about it. If you told me you failed to mention a two year long relationship with a girl to me I think I would have reacted the same way. I just felt you needed to know,” Abby calmly said into the phone.

“Abby! Does anyone in your family own a fucking scale?!” I heard being yelled on Abby’s side of the phone and I could only assume it was Charlotte.

“What’s going on?” I asked Abby, wondering what all the commotion is about.

“Charlotte, you know how my family feels about scales! Huh, Harry? Oh Charlotte is trying to weigh herself but there isn’t a scale to do so in the house,” Abby told me and I immediately knitted my eyebrows together in confusion.

“How does your family feel about scales?” I, curiously, asked her.

“We hate them,” she, nonchalantly, said.

“Why?”

“My family and I believe that scales are to blame for people developing eating disorders. Scales and society.”

“Please elaborate,” I told her, truly intrigued by her thoughts.

“Beautiful in our world is being stick thin, gorgeous in our world is wearing loads of makeup, sexy in our world is having abnormally large breasts for a tiny frame. Guys in our world want skinny girls who wear a size 2 in pants, so when a girl steps on a scale and see she weighs over 100 pounds she thinks she’s fat because models weigh less, when a girl wears a size 6 in pants she thinks she’s fat. Therefore she starts dieting which then leads to her just starving herself because she doesn’t know how to properly diet. It’s sickening, people just need to love themselves for who they are because it doesn’t matter how much you weigh, how big your pants are or how much makeup you don’t wear, you’re beautiful just the way you are,” Abby ranted and I think I just started to like her more. To finally get an insight into her thoughts like that was truly astonishing because I had no idea that’s how she felt about such a thing. “And that my dear friend, is why I don’t own a scale because I’m not going to let a silly number tell me I’m not happy, beautiful or healthy because I already know I am.”

“Abby, that’s beautiful,” I, subconsciously, told her.

“Yeah well I wish more people hear it like you do. Call a girl pretty and she’ll remember it for an hour but call a girl ugly and she’ll remember it every time she looks in the mirror. It takes just a second to call a girl fat and she’ll spend a lifetime starving herself. Its repulsive how these things work and it doesn’t make any damn sense.”

“I think big girls are gorgeous,” I told her with a smile on my face. Hearing Abby rant like this is truly amazing because I feel the same way about this topic.

“Good. That’s why I love British people! They like everyone!” Abby yelled into the phone and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

“Are you drunk?” I asked her.

“No. All I had to drink tonight was two cranberry vodkas and I’m on my second glass of wine. I’m barely getting a buzz,” Abby mindlessly said.

“I love girls who know how to hold their liquor, makes for a good time.”

“Touché brother man,” Abby said into the phone while I heard more shuffling on her end.

“What’s with all the moving?” I asked her.

“I can’t get comfy and Char is being a bed hog! I miss you, you aren’t a bed hog,” Abby childishly said into the phone.

“I miss you too, this hotel bed is too big without you here with me,” I told her, being completely honest. Abby and I had grown used to sharing a bed for a while now so it feels extremely foreign to be sleeping by myself tonight.

“I’d rather be with you than with Charlotte—OW! Char you didn’t have to pull my hair I still love you!” I heard Abby yell and I winced from how loud she was.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Charlotte just pulled my hair and it hurt,” Abby whined.

“Oh whatever, I bet you don’t complain when Harry pulls your hair during sexy time,” I heard Charlotte say in the background and I couldn’t contain the laughter that spewed from my mouth.

“Hun, the only hair that gets pulled when Harry and I have sex is his, not mine,” Abby replied to Charlotte and I simply shook my head at their antics.

“That’s so disgusting, I didn’t need to know that,” I heard Charlotte mutter followed by a click and I could only guess that Abby put me on speaker.

“What? He likes a woman in control of things,” Abby said and even though I knew she was joking I couldn’t help but blush as she started talking about our time spent in the bedroom.

“STOP!” Charlotte yelled which was followed by a thud and Abby yelping in pain.

“Are you trying to give me breast cancer, slut!” I heard Abby yell.

“I don’t wanna hear about your sexcapades with Harry; therefore, I hit you in the boob, get over it,” Charlotte countered and I heard Abby laughing in the background.

“Whatever, let me talk to my boyfriend in peace. Go bother Gran,” I heard Abby say, louder than before, she probably took me off speaker.

“You two are funny,” I told Abby with amusement evident in my voice.

“Glad we could entertain you. So how’s your night? The boys miss you?”

“My night has been boring! I get here and the boys are playing videogames in Niall’s room and nobody noticed me walk in for two hours!” I told her as I stood up to take my pants off because they were making me itch.

“Aw, that’s too bad.”

“How was your night?” I asked her as I folded my pants up and set them on top of my untouched suitcase.

“Could have been better,” Abby, sadly, said.

“Why’s that?”

“Got in an argument with Chris before dinner, so I couldn’t eat the yummy food I wanted,” Abby whined into the phone and I let my laughter escape.

“You and food, if you could marry it you would,” I told her as I fell back onto my bed.

“Trust me, I’ve already looked into it.”

“Seriously?” I asked in disbelief.

“No! You’re so gullible!” Abby said with laughter and her laugh made me laugh. I let a string of yawns escape my mouth before I noticed the fact that I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open.

“Babe?” I said into the phone as I climbed under the hotel duvet.

“Yeah, Har?” Abby, sweetly, said into the phone.

“I’m tired.”

“Get some sleep, Harry. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I heard Abby say into the phone.

“Goodnight Abby,” I said and hung up. I plugged my phone into its charger, setting it on the nightstand. I, then, turned onto my side and grabbed one of the spare pillows, and cuddled it to try and fill the void of not having Abby with me. I let Abby’s face fill my thoughts and after a few moments I quickly drifted off to sleep.

Notes

Dun dun dun!
Sorry I took so long with this update, soccer season is in full swing so I don't have a lot of free time in between games and practices, and like I said this is posted on Mibba and I want Mibba's to always be ahead so it's easier to update on here and I just couldn't satisfy myself with the update I just put on Mibba so I finally said screw it and did the best I could.
Enjoy, and I'm gonna try and crank out another update within next couple of days (hopefully by Sunday) but I've got a soccer tournament starting tomorrow and my winter break is over so I've also got school!
Be patient love muffins.
I appreciate all the comments.
****For those of you that have rated my story I'd love to know why you gave me the number you did. <3

Comments

teressa conroy said the quote

I love this story please update the sequel its been 7 months. Please. <3

Just wanted to say that I love this story and have literally spent every free minute I had at UNI reading it! So excited to start the sequel!

I was at work and they played green eyes and I immediately thought of Abby and it made me a bit sad because I felt like her for a moment which is pretty weird anyways I've read this story 3 times because I love it so much

you are seriously KILLING me with the suspense!! She BETTER say yes :D but if not make it REALLY interesting!!
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8/19/13