Why I love you

Don't

Sunday morning at 7am
Ashleigh's POV

Sadly, I was tired the next morning because I spent that dreadful night hoping and praying that he's still alive. Bradley hasn't even peeped in yet this morning and I'm seriously starting to think he's just dead lying in the streets. Could you imagine that? Honestly I think I would go into a state of depression. Screaming to myself everyday that its all my fault for putting too much pressure on him when his band were just at the peak of getting a record contract. I know I would be put in an asylum because of it if it happened. Which I hope and pray to God hasn't.

Suddenly, a mysterious bad boy figure crashes through the door leaving me shaking in my bones underneath the coldness of my duvet. Footsteps were getting nearer and nearer, my heart beat was beating faster and faster... "Ashleigh...Ashleigh...come out to play..." The voice was dark and quite familiar which scared me even more considering I was in America where I know no one apart from- "BOO!" A cold wet hand touched my delicate bare shoulder. My feet were being dragged across the room like some sort of ghost trying to possess me.
"GET OFF OF ME NOW! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! I'M BEING HARASSED!" It all went silent, the only thing you could hear was a distinctive dripping noise of what I hoped was a tap I must of left on whilst on my worryingly long trips to the bathroom this past night.
"Wow Ashleigh. Do you really think I would stoop that low? Huh. I guess so because otherwise you would be running up to me as soon as I entered this room of death. I know you've been in here all night anxious as to where I am, what I've been up too," the figure slowly circles me creating an intimidating effect throughout the whole room. " but believe it or not. I've been fine. Absolutely, positively, splendidly fine thank you for wondering. Actually, I've had the best time of my life ever since you came a long and ruined it for the worst."
Then the penny drops.
It's Bradley.
"BRADLEY WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN? AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ON ABOUT?" I screamed whilst cowering away a little bit. I notice a sharp, red and swollen mark on his neck like a cut or someone hit him with something. Then, tragically I figured out what it was.
"Well listen here princess, I got myself absolutely wasted after the events that tragically took place last night. I hung out with some of my old mates Madeline and Harriet. Personally Its better then any of the little sessions we have which you call making out. It's crap and I am so done with this."
Tears flew down my face like a water fall after a years amount of rain falling in the space of an hour. Unsurprisingly, I had nothing to say to this so I just fell to the floor amongst all my sorrow and pride.
Bradley seemed to have taken himself to bed. I hope he enjoys his sleep considering he had none last night. I hope he enjoys the bed which I was laying awake in all night. And lastly, I hope he had the best time of his life with Madeline and Harriet.

Sunday afternoon, 3pm

I woke up with the world biggest headache ever to have been experienced. Sneakily I get up and scan the room for any sign of the Heartless Monster aka Bradley Will Simpson. He was in the bathroom washing his face with a flannel before dramatically staring into the mirror at his own reflection. I know he's god damn gorgeous but really, a little modesty wont hurt.
Creeping round the bathroom and into the kitchen I grabbed a bowl of Coco-Pops, gently poured some milk into it, nicked a spoon out of the sink and quietly sat at the dining table wishing Bradley doesn't see me. My wishing seemed to not have worked because as soon as I had stopped, I vaguely heard a tiny peep of whisper come out of the bathroom saying; "Ashleigh?"
My feet were stuck to the ground like double sided sticky tape, and I was as nervous as birds flying around looking for a mate in breeding season. Personally, I think I'm more nervous than that considering what happened earlier. Now that seriously shook me up and I don't think I'll actually be able to look Bradley in the eye or love him ever like I have before. Words hurt me and I try to block them out which I'm usually good at but when It come's to Brad, anything he says or does stays with me forever as I dwell on them in my room by myself. Its quite sad actually if you think about it. Melody always helps me through it though which I'm seriously grateful for because she's the only one who know's about Brad and I so with everything like this, she's the one to go to. I wish she was here right now...
"Ashleigh I know your up, where are you?" His voice was much more like his own and different to how it was earlier. The sound that always reminds me of home and comfort. Devastatingly, I was not comfortable or at home at 7 O'Clock this morning. I don't think anyone would be to be honest.
"Ah there you are, could you please just let me explain everything because I don't think my hungover self did a very good job of it" He looked as apologetic as ever before. I couldn't bare to say no to his beautiful face.
"Yeah, but be quick. I'm not sure how long my patience will last"