Harry's P.O.V.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” I roared as I shoved past Amanda and grabbed Abby so I could protect her. It was a miracle Amanda hadn’t sent Abby into one of her panic attacks. I ran my hand down her back to soothe her as I glared at Amanda who was watching me closely.

“This is why? You threw away your future because of her? She works as a server at the club, Harry. What the hell are you thinking? Look at her. She’s… she’s… just all out there. Nothing about her fits you. Are you fucking her as a form of rebellion?”
Abby flinched in my arms and I was real close to not caring that Amanda was a woman. I was ready to hurt her.

“Be very careful what you say. This is my house you broke into. I’ll have your ass locked up until your daddy can get here and bail you out.”
Abby was stiff in my arms and I slid my finger under her chin and tilted her face up so I could see her eyes. She was with me. Good.

I looked back up at Amanda. “You need to leave. Don’t ever step foot back in this house. And stay away from Abby. You talk to her or hurt her and you’ll regret it.”

Amanda hissed and slung her hair over her shoulder. “You don’t threaten me Harry Styles. I’m not scared of you. This… this farce you have going on here with her,” she pointed her long manicured nail toward Abby, “it’s ridiculous. I would have still married you. All you had to do was tell me you needed to get this one out of your system.”

Abby flinched in my arms again and I’d had enough.

“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Now. ” I roared.

“Well, I need to call someone to get me. I had my daddy drop me off here. I thought I could wait on you and talk to you. But she came walking in instead of you.”

“You have a phone. Leave my house and call someone to come get you. I want you out of here.”
Amanda spun around and her heels clacked against my hard wood floors. When the door slammed behind her I picked Abby up and carried her into my room and sat down with her on the bed.

“Look at me,” I said, needing to see her face.
She lifted her eyes to me and the confusion and pain I’d expected to see wasn’t there. Instead she was… angry.

“You were going to marry that bitch? Really? What were your parents thinking? She’s horrible, Harry. You’re so much better than that. I can’t...”
I covered her mouth with mine before she could say anything else. I was so damn relieved to hear the anger in her voice instead of hurt I just needed to reassure myself she was okay.
Abby kissed me back with equal vigor then pushed me away.

“I still have got to pee,” she said and stood up.

I smiled as she ran to the bathroom.
Then the fact my father was going to know about Abby hit me and any humor that had been there was gone. He’d hate this. He’d hate her. If there was any way I could shut Amanda up I would. I just didn’t know how. She was a woman scorned. She’d been tossed for someone else and she was furious.

I reached for my iPhone and turned it off. If he called tonight I wasn’t dealing with him. I would make sure Abby was nowhere near when I had this conversation with him. If he pushed me too far I’d pack up and leave. Abby had a list of places she wanted to see and we’d make sure to go see them all.

The bathroom door opened and Abby walked out in a yellow bikini that barely contained her tits. Just like the one she’d had on that day at the beach causing every man around to drool. I watched her as she walked toward me.

“Do you know what today is?” she asked. My eyes were on her chest. Her tits bounced as she walked.

“Saturday,” I replied.
She reached up and untied the bikini strap and let it fall to the ground leaving her breasts bare. Didn’t look like we were going back to the bonfire.

“It’s been seven days since I took the first pill,” she said as she slipped her thumbs into the sides of her bikini bottoms and slowly slid them down her legs and stepped out of them.
It had been seven days. How the hell did I forget that? I jerked my shirt over my head and stood up and grabbed her then threw her on the bed.

“Here I was worried you were going to be upset because of my crazy ex and you come walking out of the bathroom giving me a strip tease. Fuck, woman, you’re every damn fantasy I’ve ever had.”

She threw her hands over her head and grabbed the headboard with both her hands.

“I want you to come inside me. Over and over again,” she said opening her legs and arching her back playfully.

I pulled my board shorts off and climbed on top of her. “The first time it is gonna be fast because I can’t wait. I need to do this. We’ll go slow and easy the next time, I swear.”

She licked her lips slowly. “Then fuck me hard.”

I was gonna explode before I even got inside her if she kept this naughty little temptress act up.
I lifted her hips and slammed into her in one hard move.

“YES! Oh God, yes,” she cried out and I let any concern about taking care of her go. She wanted the bad boy and I was real ready to unleash him. The idea of coming inside her was making my balls tighten just from the thought. I wouldn’t be able to stop tonight. I was going to fuck her all over this house.

I slid out and back in over and over again as she writhed beneath me. She was begging and crying my name. Her nails clawed at my back and I knew her marks would be there tomorrow. It made me even more insane. I wanted her marks all over me. Just as thoroughly as I was about to mark her pussy.

Abby lifted her knees and squeezed my hips with her legs. “I’m gonna come,” she panted. “Oh god. Now, I’m-” she cried out and her nails dug into my back as she held onto me.

I let her squeeze me until I exploded inside her. My body shook as I drove into her one last time as my seed flooded her walls. I wanted to shout in triumph knowing this was mine. Nothing my family wanted or demanded could make me walk away from this. From her.


Abby's P.O.V.

I drank coffee while I sat out on Harry’ porch and watched the waves break against the sand. I had been forbidden to go to work today. Harry said he’d have to deal with his dad and having me there would stress him out. He was worried about me getting hurt. After the night we’d spent, I was too weak to do much of anything else. So, I’d agreed and stayed here.
If working at the club was going to be an issue I’d need to get a job somewhere else. But that hadn’t been an argument I wanted to deal with today.

Last night’s high was still with me. I’d lost count of how many orgasms I’d had but I knew Harry had come inside me five times. Each and every time had been memorable.
I had taken my pill first thing this morning before brushing my teeth. If we were going to start having sex like this I couldn’t miss one.

I couldn’t have children. That would be a horrible fate to give a kid. A mother who was destined to lose her mind at some point. No kid needed a life like I’d had. I swore I’d never do to a child what my mother did to me but I couldn’t be sure. Not if I snapped mentally. My mother hadn’t been a bad person. She’d just been unwell.
I shook that fear away because I was being careful. I wouldn’t get pregnant.

My phone rang and I reached for it. Lana’s name flashed across the screen. I hadn’t talked to her in over a week. I’d been so wrapped up in Harry I hadn’t taken time to call her.

“Good morning,” I said into the phone.

“Good morning stranger who doesn’t call her best friend anymore. How are you?” she replied.

“I’m good.” The meaning behind that one simple word was powerful.

Lana laughed. “Good, huh? Like how good? Like he’s super hot and gives you multiple orgasms, or good like you’ve never had better sex, or good like you’re gonna marry him and have his kids?”

I had been smiling until the last sentence. My smile vanished and my heart slammed against my chest. Marry him and have his kids… I could never marry him. He knew that. I’d told him I was crazy and that I could mentally snap at any minute. Did he even love me? I didn’t think so. He hadn’t told me. But I loved him. I loved him more than anything. And I couldn’t marry him. This would have to end eventually because I couldn’t marry him. He would want kids. He didn’t need a wife who would eventually lose her mind.
Oh God. What was I doing?

“Abby, you okay?” Lana’s voice asked. I could hear the worry in it. “Shit. Abby I didn’t think before I said that. Dammit honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Think about the guy and the hot sex. Think about everything you need to tell me. Stay focused. Stay with me.” She was working hard to get me back on track. The problem was I wasn’t off track. I was very well aware of the truth. The facts. And I’d let myself forget them.

“I love him. I can’t love him,” I said quietly into the phone.

The door behind me opened and I turned around to see a man I’d only seen once before. It had been at the ball when I’d had to sing.

It was Harry’ father.

“Don’t you say that, Abby. You can love him. You deserve this. You are not your mother. You can be happy. This is what I wanted for you for so long. Does he love you too?” Lana’s voice asked me on the other line.

I stared up at Harry’ father as he walked over and took a seat facing me. Why was he here? He was supposed to be with Harry.

“I can’t. I don’t know,” I told her, unable to look away from the hard cold eyes in front of me.

“Yes, you can. You can have babies. They will be beautiful and special like you. Don’t think you can’t.” I had to stop her. I could feel the darkness starting to close in. Visions of my mother and her wild eyes staring at me. The phone fell from my hand.

“Let’s keep this simple,” the man staring at me said with disgust in his voice.

“How much money is it going to take to get you to leave and never step foot back in this town again? Name your price and it’s yours.”


"Abby, Abby, let’s sing a song. Abby, Abby, come eat with your brother. His food is getting cold. He’s waiting on you. Abby, did you see your brother’s favorite shirt in the laundry room? He said you took it and he’s very upset. He won’t eat Abby. He won’t eat. We have to make him eat."

"Did you go outside Abby? Your brother said you did. He said you snuck outside while I was sleeping. He sees you. He just wants to keep you safe. I didn’t keep him safe but he’s helping me with you. Don’t you want to be safe Abby? You can’t go out there."

"Abby, he said he was waiting on me. He loves me Abby. You don’t love me. You want to disobey me and run around at night outside in the dark. He doesn’t disobey me. He wishes he had stayed with me. Now he’s waiting on me. He said he’d eat his food if I came to him. Abby, how do I go to him? What do I do?"

“Momma! NO! Momma! NO!” My cries don’t ease the pain. The blood is everywhere. In a pool around her body. I left her and she went to him. I shouldn’t have left.

I shouldn’t have left.

Notes

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