What I Did For Love *Harry Styles Fanfiction*

Chapter 6

Abby's POV

I woke up the next morning with this strange feeling inside me. I don’t know why but I find it disturbing. Then when I remember that Harry and I are going to get married soon, the feeling subsided. When I went downstairs, my stepmom was holding that wooden stick I haven’t seen in years. I began to panic. She whacked me with it. I fell down surprised.

"Where’s Harry?" she screamed at me.

I was so confused and surprised I didn’t know what she was talking about. She kept hitting me and demanded that I answer her. But how can I answer when I don’t even know myself? Then something unusual happened. My dad grabbed the stick away from my stepmom.

"Stop hitting her! Can’t you tell that she can’t think straight with all that pain?" My stepmom was shocked and she kept her mouth shut because my dad has never done that to her before.

"Abby," my dad said to me holding my hand. "Harry ran away from home again. He’s no longer in Hawaii and the wedding’s canceled."

"He left?" I asked blankly. My dad nodded his head sadly. "How can he leave me?" I asked standing up. My stepmom’s next words hit me hard and cold like ice.

"He probably left because he didn’t want to marry you."

I sunk to my knees and fell to the floor. I began to sob. My parents left the room, leaving me alone. ‘How can you leave me, Harry? Were all those promises of taking care of me lies?’ I loved Harry so much. All I ever wanted is to be with him, even if he did only consider me as a little sister. I needed to know why he left. Being with him all this time, I knew where he went. I’ll search all of the Caribean if I had to…

One year later…

During this year, my life of hell returned. I managed to save enough money for a ticket to Caribean with money to spare. I had to work odd hours so my stepmom wouldn’t find out or she’ll take the money from me. I also had to sell some of Harry's gifts to me. He was a really generous person who would buy me a lot of expensive clothes, jewelry, perfume and just about anything that I wanted. I figured he wouldn’t mind because they’re just material possessions. They were a big help because I managed to trade them for a lot of money.

July 24, 2011

I finally had enough money to leave. It took me a while to go because I knew chances of finding Harry right away are low. I needed extra money while searching and I had to pay extra for a fake I.D. You could say that I had almost everything planned out. I got a pretty good amount with me and I planned on leaving today. It’s been a little over a year since Harry left me with no reason or explanation. I’ve gotten so much thinner because I couldn’t eat or sleep because I miss him so much. The problem facing me right now were my parents. I know they are not going to let me leave.

I was only 17. Damn. Still a minor. This year had been total hell for me and I can’t stand another year of it. I had to leave and I had a plan. I was going to fake my death. It was all so perfect. My family had to go out to a luau with Mr. Styles. He still keeps in touch with us. I guess it’s because he thinks I might know where Harry is. Truth is, I have no idea except I know that Harry's somewhere in the Caribean. I planned to fake a drowning. Due to my heart problems, I can hold my breath for up to 4 minutes and yet stay alive. This time I am using it to let my family think that I have drowned and that the tides have taken my body to the sea so I will never be found…

But before I go, I had to say goodbye to my father. I hugged him hard. He looked at me surprised.

"What was that for?" he asked. I shook my head.

"It wasn’t for anything dad. I did it because I love you." My dad had tears in his eyes.

"I’m so sorry Abby. I’m so worthless as your father."

"No you’re not but you have to do what’s right dad. Don’t let anyone stop you and stop putting yourself down." He nodded his head. I hugged him for the last time. "I’m going for a swim okay?" He nodded his head and watched me head toward the ocean. The plan went perfect. I stayed underwater for a while and swam to the other side of the beach where they couldn’t see me. All my belongings were there. I got on the dock and sailed to the mainland airport leaving Hawaii forever…

July 26, 2011

Harry's POV

I traced the ‘A’ scar on my back. ‘Damn,’ I thought. ‘I miss Abby so much.’ I sent out one of my men to retrieve news about her and if they could, get her here to me in the Caribbean.

I had it all. Money and power. The only thing that was missing was Abby. So much had happened to me as I recalled what happened.

"Harry and Louis made it to the Caribbean With Harry's leadership skills and Louis' smooth talking, they end up getting a lot of businesses and putting others out of business. Money was not enough for Harry. He needed power so he created Swingers, where he was the leader and Louis was his 2nd-in command.

Louis and I managed to eliminate the group Quiksilver on our own and gain the respect and loyalty of the two members Niall Horan and Zayn Malik. Along the way, we found Liam Payne and Justin Smith wandering in the streets. Liam proved to be a genius and Justin was handy in finding information. I knew they were enough. I had hundreds of men under me and the Swingers but they were the main leaders with me as the head. We committed a lot of crimes but no evidence was ever found to convict us.

Just then there was a knock on my door, interrupting my thoughts.

"Come in," I said. Justin came in.

"I have news for you, boss," he said.

"Well what is it? What did you find out about Abby?" I asked. Justin looked down and was hesitatant in his reply.

"I’m afraid it’s bad news." Those words made me panic.

"Justin, answer me now!" I yelled with rage. My yell scared Justin so he blurted it out.

"Abby Martinez is dead. She drowned while she was swimming in the ocean. Her body has not been found and is still missing." I fell back in my seat in shock.

‘Abby’s dead? No, anyone but Abby,’ I thought. Justin knew it was a good time to leave so he left me alone in my office. "Abby!" I screamed out of my window in pain. My cries surely echoed throughout the city.