Abby's P.O.V.

He still hadn't cried.
No emotion at all. I hated that.
I wanted him to grieve. He needed to let it out instead of bottling his emotions because of me. The idea that he was hardened toward his pain because he was protecting me twisted my gut.

His father had betrayed him by sending me away. But I had seen the look in Harry's eyes as he looked at his father, seeking approval. He had loved his father. He needed to mourn his loss.

"Abby?" I turned to see Harry walk into the living room. His eyes scanned the room before they found me standing outside on the balcony. He immediately headed for the door. There was a determination in his eyes that worried me. He opened the door and stepped outside.

"Hey, did things go okay?" I asked before he pulled me into his arms and held me tightly against him. He had done this a lot over the past week.

"She's grieving. We will talk again once she's had time to process everything," he said into my hair. "I missed you."

I smiled sadly and pulled back so I could look up at him.

"You were gone for about an hour. Not much time to miss me."

Harry ran his hand through my hair, brushing it out of the way, and then cupped my face.

"I missed you the second I walked out that door. I want you with me all the time."

Smiling, I turned my head and kissed his cheek.

"I can't always be with you." Harry's eyes darkened with something I recognized well.

"But I want you with me." He slipped one of his hands around my waist, tugging me up against him.

"I can't concentrate when I'm not close enough to touch you." I grinned as I pressed a kiss at the nape of his neck.

"When you touch me we tend to get carried away."

Harry's hand slipped under my shirt and I shivered as he moved it closer to my chest.

"Right now I want to get carried away."

I wanted that too. I always wanted that, but he needed to talk. He needed to say something.

I pulled away slightly and he frowned. I know it would be hard to get him to talk if I was so close to him. I would get distracted.

"What's wrong?" Confusion laced his voice.

I sighed. "How do you feel Harry? You barely talk to me about this whole situation. I want you to open up to me. I want you to cry in front of me if you have to. Don't hide your feelings from me" My voice pleading.

The confusion in his eyes quickly turned to one I've never seen before. Anger? He turned away.

"Please,Abby. Don't. " his voice was stern.

"why are you beeing so difficult?" I whispered.

"Difficult?" He laughed bitterly turning back around. His eyes were a shade of dark green which I had only seen turned this color when his eyes were filled with lust.

"Harry?" I was slightly shaking. He scared me.

"Why the fuck would you think I'm being difficult?! He hurt you Abby! You should understand why I don't give a fuck about the man who called himself my father!"

I flinched at his cold tone.

"Haz.." His eyes softened at my trembling voice.

"He is your father. And I know you loved him. Don't blame me for this please.. I never asked you to hate your father." I couldn't get myself to speak up, my voice barely audiable.

but he clearly heard what i had said.

"you can't be fucking serious. Really Abby? I know you never asked me to but the way he treats what I fucking love is reason enough to despise him. I don't consider me as his son. Not anymore!" His tone eas rough and before I could say anything or even try to apologize I made him angry, he left the room going upstairs and slammed the door so loud the whole house probably shool of the impact.

I sighed sitting down on the couch letting my tears fall silently.

I know if I would go upstairs he wouldn't talk to me. And I don't think I'll be able to see him ignoring me.
So I did the only thing I could think of, I grabbed my keys and left.
I needed some time to myself and a little walk wouldn't hurt.

I would be home before he even notices I'm gone.

Notes

Sooo..

I'm better guys. My friends I went on friday to church and the pastor kept talking about leo. I cried my soul out but i finally realised that he is really not going to come back.

We are going to go to his grave probably thos week because his parents didn't want all his friends to come to his furneral.

but anyways.. I hope you all are good!

and i really hope you enjoyed this chapter.

what do you think will happen next?


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