Perfect To Me
Don't Wanna Perish
The next morning I woke up with such a bad hangover, I don’t think it’s possible for me to even function today. When I flipped over I got a face full of hair and as I slowly opened my eyes I noticed the hair was brown, not blonde. I then quickly picked my head up and saw Abby was lying beside me. Shit. I sat up and rubbed my hands over my face, I looked under the covers to see I was only wearing my briefs, well I wasn’t completely naked. I looked over at Abby and noticed she was fully clothed which caused me to let out a sigh of relief. I went to get out bed and when I turned around Niall was sitting, awake, in his bed smiling at me.
“What?” I groaned to him as I grabbed my shirt off the ground.
“Nothing,” Niall said, but I knew he was lying.
“What happened last night?” I asked him while I pulled my jeans on.
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Abby throwing a wing at my face when I jokingly called her a bitch,” I told him with amusement in my voice.
“Well for starters, you and Abby were hanging off of each other all night. You two went up and sang that Barbie girl song and Call Me Maybe, it was the funniest thing ever, by the way,” Niall said in between his fits of laughter at the memories of last night. Thank God, nothing happened between Abby and I because that’s not really how I want us to reconnect. “Oh! And you and Abby had your tongues down each other’s throats the whole ride back. But that’s all you two did.”
“Fuck! That’s not how I wanted things to happen,” I said with my face in my hands.
“What to happen?”
“I didn’t want to let Abby know I still love her by making out with her when I was drunk. I wanted to talk to her about it, sober,” I, pointedly, told Niall.
“You could still tell her you know,” Niall said and quickly looked up at him.
“What do you mean?”
“You can still tell Abby you love her,” Niall said while he adjusted his position on his bed.
“I’m with Taylor.”
“None of us like her, Harry. You need to figure that out, and I know you don’t like her either,” Niall said and let out a frustrated groan.
“How do you know I don’t like her? I’ve never told anyone that,” I said to him, with the roll of my eyes.
“Because, you don’t touch her. Sure, you pull out her chairs and make jokes with her but you don’t claim her. When you were dating Abby it was impossible to get your hands off of her. Even if you just had your arm around her chair, or resting on her leg, you were touching her. You always stole kisses from her and I haven’t seen you kiss Taylor yet. Last night, when Taylor left, I saw the old Harry come to life again, and the whole reason for you coming back to life was the girl sitting in bed with you, right now. She makes you happy, because when you’re with her a smile never leaves your face, and when you’re with Taylor you look like you need to take a shit,” Niall said while throwing his arms in the air.
“That doesn’t mean anything, Niall,” I told him while I stood up from the bed.
“It means everything, Harry. Abby is sitting here watching you parade around New York with Taylor, and Abby’s just sitting back sobbing in her feelings because she still loves you! And I know you know she still loves you because you wouldn’t be in this room right now.”
“Niall that isn’t true,” I told him.
“Then get out because I’m not gonna let you sit here and tear my best friend’s heart apart, more than you’ve already done,” Niall said as he pointed at the door. My mouth fell open as I stared at one of my best friends. He wasn’t budging so I stood up and walked over to the door.
“Think about your feelings for her, Harry. Because I know you’re blind to them,” Niall called out to me as I opened the door and walked out.
What was there to think about it? It was obvious, of course I still have feelings for Abby. But I’m with Taylor, what was I supposed to do? I’m not going to break up with her because there’s a slight chance Abby and I will get back together. I know last night she sang ‘Green Eyes’ and I know why she loves that song, but what if that was just a coincidence? When I got back to my room I saw it was empty, I scrunched up my eyebrows when I saw a note lying on my pillow. I walked over to it and picked it up.
Harry,
I had to leave, my manager needs me in some meetings back in LA.
I’ll be back the day of the concert.
-Taylor
I set the note down on the table next to my bed before changing clothes. After I changed I took some Advil. I was just about to order some room service when my phone beeped from beside me. I had a text from Paul.
Alright party animals, hope you had a good, fun night. Be in the lobby in 15, you’ve got rehearsals.
I let out a groan before pulling my shoes on, shoving my wallet in my pocket, and pulling a coat on. Before I walked out of my room I slid my orange beanie on my head and went to brush my teeth. When I finished I walked out of my room and collided into someone. It just so happened to be Abby.
“Fuck!” She yelled as she stood up from the ground. She turned to look at me and the anger left her face. “Oh, it’s just you.”
“Don’t sound so glum about that,” I teased her as we both stood there, awkwardly.
“Are you going down to the lobby?” She asked and I nodded my head. “Rehearsals?”
“Yep. You going?” I asked her.
“Yeah. I was going to ride over later with the girls,” Abby said, trailing off at the end.
“Nonsense. You’re already dressed and I know you’re hung over. Ride over with us and we’ll pick up something greasy to eat,” I told her while I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the lift.
“Where’s Taylor?” She asked as we waited for the lift to arrive at our level.
“She had to go back to LA for some business stuff.”
“Is she gonna be back in time for the big show?” Abby asked as we stepped onto the lift that just arrived.
“Yeah,” I told her and Abby just nodded her head to acknowledge me. Maybe I will talk to Abby about my feelings, Taylor is gone so this would be the perfect opportunity to do so.
--Abby’s POV—
The boys just finished rehearsing and I was sitting in one of the dressing rooms with the girls when Niall, Liam, Louis and Zayn walked in. My eyebrows scrunched together when I noticed the fifth member was missing.
“Where’s Harry?” I asked them and they all shrugged their shoulders. I went back to talking to Danielle about some of her upcoming auditions when I felt my phone vibrate in my lap. I had a text message from Harry.
Meet me by section 512. Need to talk to you. Run. Xx
I scrunched my eyebrows together before getting up, I made the excuse that I wanted to explore, and walked out the door. I quickly ran up to the level that 512 was on, I started walking in the direction Harry told me to go when a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into a family bathroom. I turned around to see Harry with a smug smile on his face
“You scared me!” I told him while I slapped his chest.
“That was the plan,” he said to me, and his face I couldn’t read what he was thinking.
“What’d you want to talk about?” I asked him as I took a seat on the floor.
“Last night,” he simply said as he sat down next to me. “Do you remember anything?”
“I only remember up to where we sang Teenage Dirtbag,” I told him while I bunching my eyebrows together.
“Why’d you sing Green Eyes last night?” Harry pressed, as he stared deep into my eyes. I sucked in a deep breath before slowly releasing it. Just tell him, Abby.
“I….I miss you, I miss us,” I simply told him while looking at the ground. Harry and I didn’t say anything for a while, we just sat in silence.
“It’s fake,” Harry blurted out, and I quickly snapped my head to look at him.
“What is?” I asked him.
“Taylor and I’s relationship. I told management that you and I broke up and they immediately started talking with Taylor’s management and said we needed to have a fake relationship because it’d look good for both of us.”
“I don’t understand,” I told him.
“Taylor needed to not look innocent and they knew by having her be in a relationship with me that it’d work. And I still don’t know how I or One Direction is benefiting from this pretend relationship. But everyone thinks it’s the real deal, the only person that knows it’s fake is you. Only because I just told you,” Harry spilled and my mouth fell open.
“Why’d you agree to it?” I asked him, suddenly becoming interested.
“Because the whole thing with you just happened and I was upset, I figured it’d help take my mind off of you.”
“Did it?” I asked him and he shook his head. “But the night of the miscarriage, she walked out of your bedroom with only a shirt on.”
“I made that my guest room shortly after you and I broke up. I couldn’t stand to sleep in there because it reminded me too much of you.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked him, I fixed my body so I was facing him, completely.
“I still love you, Abby. I never stopped,” Harry said as he took my hands in his. “I planned on coming crawling back to you, and going through with the pregnancy but then management pretty much forced this fake relationship on me.”
“I just—what?” I said and Harry laughed at me. “This isn’t funny! I feel like I’m being mind-fucked right now.”
“Abby?”
“Yes?” I answered him.
“I love you,” he told me, and begged me, with his eyes, to say it back. We sat there for about 10 minutes, in silence, waiting for me to reply to him. My eyes never left his and then, then I just let it happen. I leaned forward, placing my hands on his neck and crashed my lips against his. He threw his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, he pulled me into him with so much force we fell backwards and we couldn’t stop the fits of laughter emitting from our mouths.
“I didn’t sing that song last night for nothing,” I whispered against his lips.
“I know,” he said while resting his forehead against mine and staring into my eyes.
“Your eyes just got super green,” I told him and he smiled at me.
“I’m just really happy,” he said.
“I know.”
“Your eyes are extremely blue right now,” Harry noted and it caused me to smile at him. “You’re really happy too.”
“All thanks to a boy named Harry.”
“Yeah? He must be a great guy then,” he joked and I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his nose. Harry reached up and placed one of his hands on the back of my head and guided my lips to his. We moved our lips against one another’s for a little bit before I pulled away so I could catch my breath.
“I’ve missed this,” Harry told me and I pushed his curls off his forehead.
“I’ve missed it too,” I told him while bumping our noses together.
“What?” I groaned to him as I grabbed my shirt off the ground.
“Nothing,” Niall said, but I knew he was lying.
“What happened last night?” I asked him while I pulled my jeans on.
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Abby throwing a wing at my face when I jokingly called her a bitch,” I told him with amusement in my voice.
“Well for starters, you and Abby were hanging off of each other all night. You two went up and sang that Barbie girl song and Call Me Maybe, it was the funniest thing ever, by the way,” Niall said in between his fits of laughter at the memories of last night. Thank God, nothing happened between Abby and I because that’s not really how I want us to reconnect. “Oh! And you and Abby had your tongues down each other’s throats the whole ride back. But that’s all you two did.”
“Fuck! That’s not how I wanted things to happen,” I said with my face in my hands.
“What to happen?”
“I didn’t want to let Abby know I still love her by making out with her when I was drunk. I wanted to talk to her about it, sober,” I, pointedly, told Niall.
“You could still tell her you know,” Niall said and quickly looked up at him.
“What do you mean?”
“You can still tell Abby you love her,” Niall said while he adjusted his position on his bed.
“I’m with Taylor.”
“None of us like her, Harry. You need to figure that out, and I know you don’t like her either,” Niall said and let out a frustrated groan.
“How do you know I don’t like her? I’ve never told anyone that,” I said to him, with the roll of my eyes.
“Because, you don’t touch her. Sure, you pull out her chairs and make jokes with her but you don’t claim her. When you were dating Abby it was impossible to get your hands off of her. Even if you just had your arm around her chair, or resting on her leg, you were touching her. You always stole kisses from her and I haven’t seen you kiss Taylor yet. Last night, when Taylor left, I saw the old Harry come to life again, and the whole reason for you coming back to life was the girl sitting in bed with you, right now. She makes you happy, because when you’re with her a smile never leaves your face, and when you’re with Taylor you look like you need to take a shit,” Niall said while throwing his arms in the air.
“That doesn’t mean anything, Niall,” I told him while I stood up from the bed.
“It means everything, Harry. Abby is sitting here watching you parade around New York with Taylor, and Abby’s just sitting back sobbing in her feelings because she still loves you! And I know you know she still loves you because you wouldn’t be in this room right now.”
“Niall that isn’t true,” I told him.
“Then get out because I’m not gonna let you sit here and tear my best friend’s heart apart, more than you’ve already done,” Niall said as he pointed at the door. My mouth fell open as I stared at one of my best friends. He wasn’t budging so I stood up and walked over to the door.
“Think about your feelings for her, Harry. Because I know you’re blind to them,” Niall called out to me as I opened the door and walked out.
What was there to think about it? It was obvious, of course I still have feelings for Abby. But I’m with Taylor, what was I supposed to do? I’m not going to break up with her because there’s a slight chance Abby and I will get back together. I know last night she sang ‘Green Eyes’ and I know why she loves that song, but what if that was just a coincidence? When I got back to my room I saw it was empty, I scrunched up my eyebrows when I saw a note lying on my pillow. I walked over to it and picked it up.
Harry,
I had to leave, my manager needs me in some meetings back in LA.
I’ll be back the day of the concert.
-Taylor
I set the note down on the table next to my bed before changing clothes. After I changed I took some Advil. I was just about to order some room service when my phone beeped from beside me. I had a text from Paul.
Alright party animals, hope you had a good, fun night. Be in the lobby in 15, you’ve got rehearsals.
I let out a groan before pulling my shoes on, shoving my wallet in my pocket, and pulling a coat on. Before I walked out of my room I slid my orange beanie on my head and went to brush my teeth. When I finished I walked out of my room and collided into someone. It just so happened to be Abby.
“Fuck!” She yelled as she stood up from the ground. She turned to look at me and the anger left her face. “Oh, it’s just you.”
“Don’t sound so glum about that,” I teased her as we both stood there, awkwardly.
“Are you going down to the lobby?” She asked and I nodded my head. “Rehearsals?”
“Yep. You going?” I asked her.
“Yeah. I was going to ride over later with the girls,” Abby said, trailing off at the end.
“Nonsense. You’re already dressed and I know you’re hung over. Ride over with us and we’ll pick up something greasy to eat,” I told her while I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the lift.
“Where’s Taylor?” She asked as we waited for the lift to arrive at our level.
“She had to go back to LA for some business stuff.”
“Is she gonna be back in time for the big show?” Abby asked as we stepped onto the lift that just arrived.
“Yeah,” I told her and Abby just nodded her head to acknowledge me. Maybe I will talk to Abby about my feelings, Taylor is gone so this would be the perfect opportunity to do so.
--Abby’s POV—
The boys just finished rehearsing and I was sitting in one of the dressing rooms with the girls when Niall, Liam, Louis and Zayn walked in. My eyebrows scrunched together when I noticed the fifth member was missing.
“Where’s Harry?” I asked them and they all shrugged their shoulders. I went back to talking to Danielle about some of her upcoming auditions when I felt my phone vibrate in my lap. I had a text message from Harry.
Meet me by section 512. Need to talk to you. Run. Xx
I scrunched my eyebrows together before getting up, I made the excuse that I wanted to explore, and walked out the door. I quickly ran up to the level that 512 was on, I started walking in the direction Harry told me to go when a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into a family bathroom. I turned around to see Harry with a smug smile on his face
“You scared me!” I told him while I slapped his chest.
“That was the plan,” he said to me, and his face I couldn’t read what he was thinking.
“What’d you want to talk about?” I asked him as I took a seat on the floor.
“Last night,” he simply said as he sat down next to me. “Do you remember anything?”
“I only remember up to where we sang Teenage Dirtbag,” I told him while I bunching my eyebrows together.
“Why’d you sing Green Eyes last night?” Harry pressed, as he stared deep into my eyes. I sucked in a deep breath before slowly releasing it. Just tell him, Abby.
“I….I miss you, I miss us,” I simply told him while looking at the ground. Harry and I didn’t say anything for a while, we just sat in silence.
“It’s fake,” Harry blurted out, and I quickly snapped my head to look at him.
“What is?” I asked him.
“Taylor and I’s relationship. I told management that you and I broke up and they immediately started talking with Taylor’s management and said we needed to have a fake relationship because it’d look good for both of us.”
“I don’t understand,” I told him.
“Taylor needed to not look innocent and they knew by having her be in a relationship with me that it’d work. And I still don’t know how I or One Direction is benefiting from this pretend relationship. But everyone thinks it’s the real deal, the only person that knows it’s fake is you. Only because I just told you,” Harry spilled and my mouth fell open.
“Why’d you agree to it?” I asked him, suddenly becoming interested.
“Because the whole thing with you just happened and I was upset, I figured it’d help take my mind off of you.”
“Did it?” I asked him and he shook his head. “But the night of the miscarriage, she walked out of your bedroom with only a shirt on.”
“I made that my guest room shortly after you and I broke up. I couldn’t stand to sleep in there because it reminded me too much of you.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked him, I fixed my body so I was facing him, completely.
“I still love you, Abby. I never stopped,” Harry said as he took my hands in his. “I planned on coming crawling back to you, and going through with the pregnancy but then management pretty much forced this fake relationship on me.”
“I just—what?” I said and Harry laughed at me. “This isn’t funny! I feel like I’m being mind-fucked right now.”
“Abby?”
“Yes?” I answered him.
“I love you,” he told me, and begged me, with his eyes, to say it back. We sat there for about 10 minutes, in silence, waiting for me to reply to him. My eyes never left his and then, then I just let it happen. I leaned forward, placing my hands on his neck and crashed my lips against his. He threw his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, he pulled me into him with so much force we fell backwards and we couldn’t stop the fits of laughter emitting from our mouths.
“I didn’t sing that song last night for nothing,” I whispered against his lips.
“I know,” he said while resting his forehead against mine and staring into my eyes.
“Your eyes just got super green,” I told him and he smiled at me.
“I’m just really happy,” he said.
“I know.”
“Your eyes are extremely blue right now,” Harry noted and it caused me to smile at him. “You’re really happy too.”
“All thanks to a boy named Harry.”
“Yeah? He must be a great guy then,” he joked and I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his nose. Harry reached up and placed one of his hands on the back of my head and guided my lips to his. We moved our lips against one another’s for a little bit before I pulled away so I could catch my breath.
“I’ve missed this,” Harry told me and I pushed his curls off his forehead.
“I’ve missed it too,” I told him while bumping our noses together.
teressa conroy said the quote
3/2/15