Together (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

"I- I don't do relationships. I'm more of a one time and done type of person. So there's that to take into consideration." I say to Abby, chewing on my lower lip. She doesn't press me to speed up or get to the point, she just listens. "So, I don't really like when a man repeatedly whispers that he 'cares about you'. I'm sweating and I can barely breathe and-"

"Hey, calm down. You're getting all worked up over here." Abby grabs my arm, and I take a deep breath. "Relax, it's a few words."

"But he's making me believe it. I'm believing that he actually cares for me when he says it, and I hate it." I feel like I'm on the brink of a panic attack, my throat feels numb and so do my finger tips.

"What happened? I mean, to make you think like that." Abby looks at me with sincere eyes, completely catching me off guard.

"I have horrible, horrible parents." I tell her, trying not to cry.

"He's not your mom or dad, Shae. And I actually think he means what he's saying to you." Abby tries to make me feel better, but I'm too far gone. This is all too much. Within minutes I'm standing in the middle of the room, gasping for air. My heart races in my chest, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I hear Abby talking next to me, but I can't hear her.

Harry's POV:

"Nah, just girl stuff." Shae says, and I watch her walk through the doorway.

"What's your name?" That little punk asks, running his fingers through his brown hair.

"Harry." I look into the kitchen, but he's not done.

"What were you guys yelling about?" He asks. What did she call him? Joey or some shit?

"Adult stuff." I reply shortly, hoping he gets that I don't want to talk,

"Man, you're a douche." Joey says, and I look over in a amusement.

"Wow, that really hurt my feelings, 10 year old." Don't be a dick, I can be a better one.

"Fuck you." Joey says, staring straight into my eyes. "Why are you even here?"

"Brought Shae home." I pull up my pants which are sagging a little too low, and look over at the kid.

"I mean in the house." He clarifies, and I roll my eyes.

"I wasn't done with her. I wasn't going to let her leave angry at me." Why am I explaining myself to him.

"Why don't you just let her be? She already has enough going on, you don't need to add more stress to her life." Joey says, and I look over at him. I ponder the thought of that, but it doesn't last long.

"There's just something about her that is so different, and I don't know what it is. It's refreshing and I-" I hear a noise from the bedroom, and start walking, then pick up a jog.

"It's fine, they're just talking." Joey says, trying to grab my arm as I run by.

"Shae?!" I yell, rounding the corner to find the room. As soon as I walk into the room, I start panicking. "What's happening?!" I shout, grabbing Shae's waist as faces the wall.

"Don't- don't touch her. Hold on, she's having a panic attack." A blonde girl says, Abby? Addy? Something like that.

"How do we stop it?" I stop myself from grabbing Shae, and making her face me.

"We just have to wait. And step back, she'll feel claustrophobic." Joey says, grabbing me by the shoulder. Fucking showing me up. "Let's give her some space." Joey takes Abby's hand, then grabs my shoulder.

"Let go of me. I'm staying in here." What kind of sick bastard would I be if I left her alone when she could barely breathe?

"Come on, Harry. Just give her a minute to get herself together. You're gonna make her uncomfortable." Joey's clearly getting annoyed with me but I don't care.