Abby's P.O.V.

I had spent the rest of yesterday curled up in Harry's lap while we sat on the front porch and watched the ocean. We hadn’t talked much. We’d just held each other. I’d tried hard to let myself believe him and he’d reassured me with words every once and awhile.
Today I’d set my alarm because I was on the schedule to work the breakfast shift and I wasn’t missing another day because Harry thought he needed to coddle me.
I was a big girl and I could deal with things. He had brought me to work and kissed me several times before leaving me so I could go get ready in the kitchen. He was behind on work in his office and he’d promised me he would work in there today and not hover over me. It had taken a lot of begging but he’d agreed. I walked into the kitchen to see a beautiful brunette talking to Danny.
I stopped unsure if I should just walk up to them or get to work.
She lifted her eyes to meet mine and a sincere smile touched her lips. I was instantly curious.

“Hello,” she said in a sweet voice.It was smooth but had a southern drawl to it. I wasn’t sure which part of the south it was though. My eye caught the large diamond on her hand. She had to be a member here. But why was she back here in the kitchen with Danny?

“Hello,” I replied.

Danny glanced back at me and grinned.

“Glad you’re back, girl. Yesterday went absolutely shit without you.” I returned his smile but my interest was right back to the stranger.

“Abby, this is Danielle. She’s my BFF who ran off and left me for another man. One I can’t blame her for because he is one hot piece of ass. Dani this is Abby. She may or may not be fucking the boss.”

“Jimmy!” we both said at the same time. I couldn’t believe he’d said that. I didn’t know who this Danielle was.

" Harry right? That boss?” Danielle asked with a mischievous grin. I liked her.

“Of course, Harry. The girl has taste. She ain’t gonna fuck the old man.”

“Would you stop saying ‘fuck’?” I could feel my face heating up.

“Danny shouldn’t have told me that but since he did, can I say, Harry is a great guy. If you are in fact… um… fucking him, then you picked a good one.”

I couldn’t believe we were talking about this. I forced a smile.

“Thanks.” The brunette beamed at me like she was truly happy to hear I might be doing it with Harry. I wondered if they were friends. I almost felt jealous until I remembered her very large diamond. She was taken. Very taken.

“maybe we can get together and have lunch.” I looked at her with a big smile on my face.

“Okay. That sounds good,” I replied.

“Abby Mitchell,” a hard voice called my name and I spun around to see a police officer standing at the entrance of the kitchen. What?

“Yes, sir,” I replied.
The last time a police officer had come looking for me had not ended well. The fear that went along with that memory kept me frozen in place. I didn’t like police officers.

“You need to come with me, Miss Mitchell,” he said as he held the door open for me to exit. I could feel every eye in the kitchen on me. I wanted to hide from them but I couldn’t move.

“Miss Mitchell, if you don’t come willingly I will have to go against Mr. Styles’ wishes and arrest you right here on the club’s grounds.”
Arrest me? My heart raced at the memory of handcuffs clicking around my wrists as the officer read me my rights. I had to fight this. Now was not the time to zone out. I couldn’t have an attack right now. I had to keep my head.

“What are you arresting her for? I sure as hell don’t believe Harry knows about this,” Danny said angrily, stepping in front of me.

“Mr. Styles does know. He is who sent me in here to escort a Abby Mitchell out of the building and then arrest her once I had her in the parking lot. However, if she doesn’t come willingly I will arrest her and anyone who stands in my way.”

He was going to arrest Danny for trying to help me. I had to go. I didn’t believe Harry knew about this. Something was wrong and Harry would find me. I would not have a panic attack over this. I would not.

“It’s okay, Danny,” I said and stepped around him and went toward the door. I didn’t look back at anyone as I walked out the door and focused on getting out of the building. I was tempted to yell for Harry but I didn’t. I couldn’t get my mouth to move. I was slowly freezing up.

Once I got close to the police car the officer shoved me forward causing me to stumble. I caught myself from falling and grabbed the front of the car. He began telling me I had the right to remain silent and I blocked him out. I tried not to think about the metal cuffs clinking shut around my wrists. If I thought too hard about it I would lose myself. The officer opened the door to the backseat, put his hand on my shoulder, and pushed me inside. I wanted to tell him to stop hurting me that I would go willingly but I couldn’t. My words weren’t working. I’d forgotten how to use them. The terror was starting to take over.
I wanted Harry. I was scared. Tears trickled silently down my face and I focused on Harry. On his face this morning when he’d kissed me awake.

I loved him. I’d never told him I loved him. I needed to tell him. The car came to a stop in front of Harry’s house. I was relieved. I wasn’t going to jail. I didn’t know why I was here but the relief pushed the other thoughts away.
Two black Mercedes were parked in the driveway. The driver’s side door opened to the first one and out stepped Harrys’ father. Something was wrong.
Why was he here and why had he had me arrested? The police officer opened my door and jerked me out of the car when I didn’t move. I stumbled on the split brick road and managed to catch myself before I fell and the cop holding my arm jerked it out of socket.

“Thank you, Josiah, for helping me handle this matter delicately,” Mr. Styles told the officer. He let go of my arm and nodded. He tossed a set of keys to Mr. Styles before stepping around me and getting into his car. We stood there in silence as the cop drove off with me still in handcuffs.

"Hello again, Miss Mitchell. I hope this time you can stay in your coherent state long enough for me to explain to you exactly what is about to happen,” he said taking a step toward me.

“After our last encounter when you blacked out on me I had your background checked. I found out that my son is throwing away his future for a woman who is mentally insane. Or at least she will be soon. It apparently runs in your family. You’re already showing signs of instability. You are supposed to be seeing a psychiatrist three times a week but you ran off without so much as a word six months ago. You have been in jail for the murder of your mother, which you were proven innocent on because your alibi checked out. However, a track record of crazy is there. I can’t let the heir to the Styles name waste his life on someone like you. You’re not good enough for my son.” He pulled out a diamond bracelet that had to cost a fortune.

“And to assure that you won’t be stepping foot back in London ever again, I have evidence that you stole this bracelet from a customer. She dropped it while dining with us and you brought it back here and had it tucked away in your suitcase. She is willing to forgive you and let it be if you leave town. The officer who brought you to me has this on record and will arrest you and the victim of this theft will press charges if you don’t leave town immediately.” He pointed to the other black Mercedes sedan sitting in the driveway.

"Your bags are inside. I trust you will willingly get in this car and let it take you somewhere far from here. Doesn’t matter where. Just go.” I stood there weighing my options. I didn’t have my phone. I wasn’t sure where it was. I’d left it in the house this morning. I still had handcuffs on and I was very likely going to jail for a crime because I’d been set up.
Where was Harry?

“If you love my son and I believe in that unstable brain of yours that you think you do, you will leave him alone. Let him go. He doesn’t need this or you. He needs someone who can give him healthy children. Someone he doesn’t have to take care of. Don’t you want that for him?”
I did. I wanted all of that for him. I nodded.

"Good. Then get in the car and leave Abby Mitchell.” I looked up at the house that represented the man I loved and a tear rolled down my face. This was right. It was time I left.

“Can I ask you to do one thing? Please tell him I left because it was what was best for him. Not because I didn’t love him. Because I do love him. I want him happy and I want him to have the best in life. I know I’m not the best.” Mr. Styles didn’t reply. He only stood there holding open the back door of the car waiting on me to get in.

“Please, I don’t want him to think I didn’t love him. He doesn’t deserve that,” I begged.

“Harry won’t care that you’re gone. Stop kidding yourself, girl. You are just a distraction for him.” I knew in my heart that wasn’t true but my emotions couldn’t take another hit. I was too close to shutting down. I tried to swallow past the lump in my throat.

"Okay but what about my car?” I asked as I walked over to the sedan with my hands still locked behind me.

“It will make its way back to you. But for now you’re leaving it here. We need to make sure you’ve not stolen anything else before we release it. I’ll leave the key to the cuffs with Leo, your driver. Once you are safely where you’re going he will uncuff you. It’s for his safety, of course.” I didn’t respond. I just crawled inside.
When the door slammed closed behind me I laid my head over on the window unable to lean back because of my hands. I watched London fade in the distance as he drove away from the small town.

“Where to, Miss?” Leo asked from the front seat.

"Bradford” I replied. It was time I went home.



Harry's P.O.V.

My mother had called and said my father wanted to meet with me. I had been ready for this confrontation so while Abby was working I went to see him. Except he wasn’t home. Mom told me to have a seat and she’d fix me breakfast while we waited for him.
After two hours of listening to my mother’s concern for my future and telling me my grandfather’s wishes, I stood up. I wasn’t staying any longer. Abby would get off her second shift soon and I was going to be there when she did. I didn’t have any more time to waste.
My phone buzzed for the fifth time in a row and I glanced down to see Dani's number on the screen. I hadn’t talked to her since she had left London with Liam and right now wasn’t the time.
I had other shit to deal with. I’d call her back later. I turned my phone off and stuck it back into my pocket.

“He’ll be here in just a few more minutes, honey. Just give him time. He’s a busy man. Let me see if I can find him.” She started to call him when I heard one of the two heavy front doors open and close then the click of my father’s dress shoes on the marble floor.

“He’s here.” She beamed.
The relief on her face was obvious. She was getting tired of entertaining me. The feeling was mutual.

“Sorry, I’m late. I had a matter to attend to. Issues with staff that you overlooked but it is taken care of now. We need to discuss your future and decide what it is you want exactly with your life. I understand that Amanda isn’t it. I am ready to accept that. But we need to talk.”

I wasn’t sure I trusted his easy acceptance of my refusal to marry Amanda. He’d been forcing it down my throat since I was ten. I glanced over at my mother who was giving me a fake smile while twisting her hands nervously in her lap.

Something was up. They must have another future bride lined up. That was the only reason he would even be ready to consider something else.

“Can we discuss business in my office and let your mother go relax and enjoy the rest of her day?” I followed him down the hallway toward his office.
I had exactly thirty minutes before Abby got off work. I could give him twenty minutes then I was gone. He needed to talk fast.

“Cigar?” he asked as he stopped by the humidor that mother had given him as a wedding gift. He’d since then had a room built into the house for his large collection of cigars but he kept a few in here for convenience.

“No,” I replied and stood over by the window instead of sitting across the desk from him like I was a child that needed direction.

“Very well. I don’t need one either. I’ll wait to enjoy one tonight. Douglas Mortimar will be here for dinner. I expect you to join us.”
Douglas Mortimar was one of the largest investors in the club. He had an entire hole dedicated to him on the golf course. I was never invited to meetings like this one.

“Why?” I asked, still not ready to trust him. I couldn’t recall Mortimar having a daughter. If I wasn’t mistaken he had a son who was much older than me and visited in the summers with his family.

"You want a bigger part in this business and I’m giving it to you.” That wasn’t the correct answer.

"Get to the point. What is it you will require out of me? I know Amanda has told you about Abby. I’m not stupid enough to believe she kept that piece of information to herself. She’s a vindictive bitch, which is one of the reasons I didn’t want to be stuck with her for the rest of my life. So, you know about Abby now. Let’s address that first since it’s what really spurred this meeting.” My father’s jaw tightened and I knew I’d completely messed up his carefully laid trap.
This meeting had been to lure me in and show me everything I could have then he was going to hit me with an ultimatum concerning Abby.
He needed to understand nothing came before her. That if he couldn’t accept her I would walk.
StylesClub could be left to some distant relative or maybe even Mortimar’s son since Dad loved him so much.

"I know about your little fling. I’ve met her. She’s not exactly what one would call mentally stable.”

What did he mean he’d met her? When? How had he ‘met’ her?
I stalked across the room and put both hands flat on the desk he was sitting behind and glared down at his calculating eyes.

“What does that mean?” I snarled. My dad didn’t flinch. He shot me an angry glare with a look of indifference.

"It means exactly what I said. She isn’t mentally well and you’re aware of it. However, I did some research on her and it goes much deeper than I think you know or understand.” He was too calm. Something was wrong.

“When did you meet her?” “I came by your house yesterday morning. She was alone and I had barely spoken a word to her when she went completely catatonic. She didn’t respond. She just sat there staring off in space. You’re a smart man, son. You don’t actually think there is a future with this girl?”

Yesterday. I’d come home and she’d been on the ground. Fuck.

“Did you leave her there on the ground like that? You didn’t think to call me?” My father shrugged his shoulders.

“I wasn’t going to touch her. She could snap on me the way she did on her mother. I left. And I did some research.” He had left her like that. Hate seethed through me as I stared at this man I didn’t even know. He’d raised me but I didn’t know him.

"Did she tell you the police found her with her hands covered in blood? She was sitting there beside her mother’s dead body rocking back and forth completely unresponsive with blood on her hands. The only reason she wasn’t locked up was because she had an alibi. Her neighbor said she’d been out with her all night. She’d apparently been the person to call the ambulance.” My stomach churned.

Della had found her mother’s dead body. Holy shit. She hadn’t told me that. She also hadn’t told me she’d been a suspect in her mother’s death or how her mother had died. There was so much I didn’t know.

"I didn’t know she had found her mother. Shit.” I stumbled back and sank into the chair behind me. No wonder she was messed up. She’d lived with a crazy woman locked away from the world. Then when she’d gotten brave enough to escape when she could she had come home to find her dead.
Blood on her hands. Holy fuck. I had to go. I needed to hold her. She might be okay, but I wasn’t. How much had she had to bear in such a short time?

"I have to go,” I said, standing up and heading for the door.

“As a parent I have to make decisions that are for the best. Remember that when you think I’m controlling your life. I’m helping you become the Styles you were raised to be.” I didn’t look back at him.
I didn’t care what he wanted or who he thought I should be. The image of my grandfather looking at my grandmother with so much love in his eyes came back to me. He’d said that he couldn’t imagine a world without her in it. I understood that now.
I wasn’t my father’s son. I was his father’s son. The sordid screwed up heartless bastard who was my father hadn’t been something he’d inherited from his parents. They had been the reason I would find happiness in life. My grandfather had taught me what to look for.

And right now I had to go look for the love of my life and make sure she's safe.

Notes

CLIFFHANGER!

what do you rhink will happen when harry finds out?
will he leave everything for her?
will he try to forger her?
or will abby be able to accept him again?

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