Perfect To Me
Just Be Here Now Against Me
I frantically knocked on the door in front until the home owner opened it.
“Come on, come on, come on! I need you,” I quietly whispered to myself as I continued to knock. Suddenly I got some sign of life on the other side as I heard footsteps come towards the door followed by a bang and a line of curse words.
“Arghh fuck! This better be damn good,” Niall said as he threw the front door open, gripping his elbow. One look at me and quickly dropped his hand. “Abby? What’s wrong? You look like you’re on the verge of tears,” he stated as he pulled me inside.
“I…I—Niall I need a friend right now,” I told him as I tried to not let my tears fall. I followed him into the living room and took a seat on one of the couches and he sat across from me.
“Why? What happened?” Niall asked as he rubbed my arm, soothingly, up and down. I reached into my bag and pulled out a bag full of pregnancy tests and handed them to him.
“Just look at one, that answer will be the answer for the rest,” I told him as I looked at the ground. I heard him move the bag around, I’m assuming so he could read one, and then I heard the bag hit the ground. Not even a second later Niall was pulling me into a hug.
“Oh Abby, it’s goin’ to be okay, love,” Niall said as he rubbed my back and squeezed me to him while rocking us back and forth.
“I would say let’s go get a drink but you can’t,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.
“I can’t do it, Niall,” I whimpered to him.
“I know you can’t drink, Abs. I was only kidding,” he said, playing dumb of course.
“No. I can’t be pregnant, Niall. I’m too young. Fuck! Harry’s too young,” I said to him as I pulled myself away from him.
“These things happen, Abby. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”
“I could have prevented this from happening! I suck at remembering to take my pill and shit I should have made Harry wear a condom every fucking time, no matter what! We’ve been going at it like rabbits lately,” I informed him and the look on his face showed he couldn’t care.
“Does Harry know?” Niall asked as I rested my head on his shoulder, I quickly shook my head. “You need to tell him, Abby.”
“I can’t do that,” I told him, pulling myself away from him with an incredulous look on my face.
“And why not, Abby?” Niall asked.
“He’s too young, Niall. He’s your bandmate in a globally successful boyband. He’s EIGHTEEN.”
“Then what are you going to do? Get an abortion? Skip town? What?” He asked, getting a little red in the face from frustration.
“I don’t know. I can’t tell him yet. I have everything with my parents coming up and I need him for that,” I said through the tears that had fallen. “I need him, Niall.”
“Just promise you’ll tell him afterwards, Abby,” Niall pleaded. “He deserves to know and he’ll help you decide on what you two need to do.”
“I promise I’ll tell him, I promise,” I said to him before pulling him into a hug and thanking him over and over again.
“Abby, love, is everything okay?” Harry asked as we walked up the steps to the courthouse.
“Yeah, I’ve just been distracted with everything that’s going on,” I lied to him. He held the door open for me and as I soon as I walked in I saw my mother sitting down to my left and my dad sitting down to my right. I took a deep breath and walked up to my dad who was waiting with open arms.
“Abby, dear, thank you so much,” he said into my hair as we embraced. “How was the flight?”
“Long and bumpy,” I told him with a smile on my face.
“She was asleep the entire time,” Harry butted in and I smiled back at him. “Nice to see you, Phil.”
“You too, Harry! It’s nice of you to show your support,” my dad said as he pulled Harry into a quick hug.
“You both look nice, I see Abby taught you well,” my dad mentioned as he took in our outfits. I was wearing a simply grey, quarter sleeved blouse with a navy blue blazer on top paired with black, skinny dress pants and navy blue heels on my feet. Harry wore black dress pants paired a light blue dress shirt, the top two buttons undone and of course, dress shoes on his feet.
“Some things you never forget, like how to dress in court,” I joked lightly.
“Abigail, darling. It’s lovely to see you,” I heard the devil herself speak from behind me. I took a deep breath before turning around to face Cruella De Vil.
“Mother,” I plainly said to her.
“How are you, dear?” She asked as she reached forward and tried to touch my forearm, which I quickly pulled out of her grasp.
“I’m great,” I sarcastically said as I took one step away from her. That’s when I saw it, her stomach, she was huge. She had to be 6 months pregnant, and seeing her stomach instantly made me think of how big mine would be.
“And who is this handsome, young man?” My mother asked motioning to Harry.
“No one you’ll be getting to know. Now if you’d please go to the other side of the lobby and leave me to be with my dad,” I seethed at her before turning around.
“Abby d—“
“It’s Abigail to you. In fact, it’s Ms. Grimes to you. I have nothing to say to you nor do I have anything to do with you. I know exactly what you’re trying to do, Janet. I know how your mind works, I lived with it for 17 years. Now go,” I said to her as I pointed to the other side of the room. She blinked a few times before turning on her heel and walking away.
“London gave you balls,” my dad said, point blank. I couldn’t help but chuckle at him.
“I missed you, dad,” I said as I pulled him into another hug. We only had to wait a few more minutes until we were summoned into the court room. My dad took his seat at his respected table and Harry and I sat in the bleachers until further needed. It was about 45 minutes into the trial until my name was brought up.
“Mr. Grimes, you have the floor,” Judge Johnson announced while waving his hand for my dad to go on.
“Thank you, sir. Now first things first, you’re a longtime friend of mine and you’ve met and heard about my daughter Abigail on multiple occasions,” my dad started and the judge nodded his head. “So I can imagine even you were shocked to hear Janet make the claim that Abigail, also known as Abby, isn’t my biological daughter. As you know if that were the case then Janet would have the upperhand. However, I was quick to act and had my daughter participate in a DNA test and I have the results with me. The results came back 99.99% in my favor therefore concluding Abby is my daughter,” my dad stated. I felt Harry squeeze my knee in support and send me a quick smile at the news.
“Now, I’d like to call Abby to the stand for some questions, if that’s okay with you Abby?” my dad said as he turned to face me. I stood up and walked to the respected location and gave my oath.
“First question is simple, explain the relationships with both of your parents,” my dad asked and I nodded my head. I took a minute to think of how I would word what I said. I couldn’t lie.
“Well, in the beginning it wasn’t easy with either of them,” I said and I saw, out of the corner of my eye, my mother started to smirk. “But, I’ve always had a stronger relationship with my dad. My mother was never there for me growing up, she missed every soccer game and track meet I participated in. She failed to attend every honors night through my years of education and she failed to be a proper mother to me,” I said and the smirk instantly fell off her face.
“Now my dad, he made it to as many soccer games and track meets that he could make, which was a large handful. He made sure he attended my banquets, given they were always a bit awkward because we didn’t talk much. Every night there was a thunderstorm; my dad came in my room and checked to make sure I was okay because he knew how terrified I was of thunder and lightning. He has every acceptance letter from every college I ever applied to hanging up in his office at work. He made the effort to be my dad, and in the past couple of months, he’s made an even bigger effort to be there for me in more ways than you know. If I have a daughter relationship with any of them, it’s my dad.”
My dad smiled at me before continuing to ask me simple questions. By the end of the trial my parents’ divorce was finalized and my mother had lost and was forced to pay my dad 5 million dollars to make up for all the money she spent that was his, the false claims, and pretty much the hell she put him through, by the end of next year.
Once we left the courthouse we hugged in victory before getting in my dads Mercedes.
“What do you two say I treat you to lunch?” my dad said as he pulled away from the curb.
“Please, I’m starving,” I exasperated as I slumped in my seat.
Now only one thing I had to do now that the trial is over. I have to tell Harry I’m pregnant.
“Come on, come on, come on! I need you,” I quietly whispered to myself as I continued to knock. Suddenly I got some sign of life on the other side as I heard footsteps come towards the door followed by a bang and a line of curse words.
“Arghh fuck! This better be damn good,” Niall said as he threw the front door open, gripping his elbow. One look at me and quickly dropped his hand. “Abby? What’s wrong? You look like you’re on the verge of tears,” he stated as he pulled me inside.
“I…I—Niall I need a friend right now,” I told him as I tried to not let my tears fall. I followed him into the living room and took a seat on one of the couches and he sat across from me.
“Why? What happened?” Niall asked as he rubbed my arm, soothingly, up and down. I reached into my bag and pulled out a bag full of pregnancy tests and handed them to him.
“Just look at one, that answer will be the answer for the rest,” I told him as I looked at the ground. I heard him move the bag around, I’m assuming so he could read one, and then I heard the bag hit the ground. Not even a second later Niall was pulling me into a hug.
“Oh Abby, it’s goin’ to be okay, love,” Niall said as he rubbed my back and squeezed me to him while rocking us back and forth.
“I would say let’s go get a drink but you can’t,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.
“I can’t do it, Niall,” I whimpered to him.
“I know you can’t drink, Abs. I was only kidding,” he said, playing dumb of course.
“No. I can’t be pregnant, Niall. I’m too young. Fuck! Harry’s too young,” I said to him as I pulled myself away from him.
“These things happen, Abby. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”
“I could have prevented this from happening! I suck at remembering to take my pill and shit I should have made Harry wear a condom every fucking time, no matter what! We’ve been going at it like rabbits lately,” I informed him and the look on his face showed he couldn’t care.
“Does Harry know?” Niall asked as I rested my head on his shoulder, I quickly shook my head. “You need to tell him, Abby.”
“I can’t do that,” I told him, pulling myself away from him with an incredulous look on my face.
“And why not, Abby?” Niall asked.
“He’s too young, Niall. He’s your bandmate in a globally successful boyband. He’s EIGHTEEN.”
“Then what are you going to do? Get an abortion? Skip town? What?” He asked, getting a little red in the face from frustration.
“I don’t know. I can’t tell him yet. I have everything with my parents coming up and I need him for that,” I said through the tears that had fallen. “I need him, Niall.”
“Just promise you’ll tell him afterwards, Abby,” Niall pleaded. “He deserves to know and he’ll help you decide on what you two need to do.”
“I promise I’ll tell him, I promise,” I said to him before pulling him into a hug and thanking him over and over again.
“Abby, love, is everything okay?” Harry asked as we walked up the steps to the courthouse.
“Yeah, I’ve just been distracted with everything that’s going on,” I lied to him. He held the door open for me and as I soon as I walked in I saw my mother sitting down to my left and my dad sitting down to my right. I took a deep breath and walked up to my dad who was waiting with open arms.
“Abby, dear, thank you so much,” he said into my hair as we embraced. “How was the flight?”
“Long and bumpy,” I told him with a smile on my face.
“She was asleep the entire time,” Harry butted in and I smiled back at him. “Nice to see you, Phil.”
“You too, Harry! It’s nice of you to show your support,” my dad said as he pulled Harry into a quick hug.
“You both look nice, I see Abby taught you well,” my dad mentioned as he took in our outfits. I was wearing a simply grey, quarter sleeved blouse with a navy blue blazer on top paired with black, skinny dress pants and navy blue heels on my feet. Harry wore black dress pants paired a light blue dress shirt, the top two buttons undone and of course, dress shoes on his feet.
“Some things you never forget, like how to dress in court,” I joked lightly.
“Abigail, darling. It’s lovely to see you,” I heard the devil herself speak from behind me. I took a deep breath before turning around to face Cruella De Vil.
“Mother,” I plainly said to her.
“How are you, dear?” She asked as she reached forward and tried to touch my forearm, which I quickly pulled out of her grasp.
“I’m great,” I sarcastically said as I took one step away from her. That’s when I saw it, her stomach, she was huge. She had to be 6 months pregnant, and seeing her stomach instantly made me think of how big mine would be.
“And who is this handsome, young man?” My mother asked motioning to Harry.
“No one you’ll be getting to know. Now if you’d please go to the other side of the lobby and leave me to be with my dad,” I seethed at her before turning around.
“Abby d—“
“It’s Abigail to you. In fact, it’s Ms. Grimes to you. I have nothing to say to you nor do I have anything to do with you. I know exactly what you’re trying to do, Janet. I know how your mind works, I lived with it for 17 years. Now go,” I said to her as I pointed to the other side of the room. She blinked a few times before turning on her heel and walking away.
“London gave you balls,” my dad said, point blank. I couldn’t help but chuckle at him.
“I missed you, dad,” I said as I pulled him into another hug. We only had to wait a few more minutes until we were summoned into the court room. My dad took his seat at his respected table and Harry and I sat in the bleachers until further needed. It was about 45 minutes into the trial until my name was brought up.
“Mr. Grimes, you have the floor,” Judge Johnson announced while waving his hand for my dad to go on.
“Thank you, sir. Now first things first, you’re a longtime friend of mine and you’ve met and heard about my daughter Abigail on multiple occasions,” my dad started and the judge nodded his head. “So I can imagine even you were shocked to hear Janet make the claim that Abigail, also known as Abby, isn’t my biological daughter. As you know if that were the case then Janet would have the upperhand. However, I was quick to act and had my daughter participate in a DNA test and I have the results with me. The results came back 99.99% in my favor therefore concluding Abby is my daughter,” my dad stated. I felt Harry squeeze my knee in support and send me a quick smile at the news.
“Now, I’d like to call Abby to the stand for some questions, if that’s okay with you Abby?” my dad said as he turned to face me. I stood up and walked to the respected location and gave my oath.
“First question is simple, explain the relationships with both of your parents,” my dad asked and I nodded my head. I took a minute to think of how I would word what I said. I couldn’t lie.
“Well, in the beginning it wasn’t easy with either of them,” I said and I saw, out of the corner of my eye, my mother started to smirk. “But, I’ve always had a stronger relationship with my dad. My mother was never there for me growing up, she missed every soccer game and track meet I participated in. She failed to attend every honors night through my years of education and she failed to be a proper mother to me,” I said and the smirk instantly fell off her face.
“Now my dad, he made it to as many soccer games and track meets that he could make, which was a large handful. He made sure he attended my banquets, given they were always a bit awkward because we didn’t talk much. Every night there was a thunderstorm; my dad came in my room and checked to make sure I was okay because he knew how terrified I was of thunder and lightning. He has every acceptance letter from every college I ever applied to hanging up in his office at work. He made the effort to be my dad, and in the past couple of months, he’s made an even bigger effort to be there for me in more ways than you know. If I have a daughter relationship with any of them, it’s my dad.”
My dad smiled at me before continuing to ask me simple questions. By the end of the trial my parents’ divorce was finalized and my mother had lost and was forced to pay my dad 5 million dollars to make up for all the money she spent that was his, the false claims, and pretty much the hell she put him through, by the end of next year.
Once we left the courthouse we hugged in victory before getting in my dads Mercedes.
“What do you two say I treat you to lunch?” my dad said as he pulled away from the curb.
“Please, I’m starving,” I exasperated as I slumped in my seat.
Now only one thing I had to do now that the trial is over. I have to tell Harry I’m pregnant.
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