You Again

Never understood why... Until now.

*Ashley's P.O.V*
Confusing. I look over and I see Carrie and Harry cuddling on the couch last night. I don't know exactly what they are but I know that she is either madly in love, or just a crush. Ever since word got out that the boys had guests the fans had blown up our twitters. Olivia is with Harry's mum for a while until we get all of this settled. It's hard seeing the fans because they say harsh things to you that make you feel like shit. I remember last week this one fan found out about mine and Niall's fight and told me I should kill myself for making him so angry... to be honest, I tried. Carrie found me about to take the pills and stopped me before it got too late. Liam was a big help too. Carrie on the other hand is much more fragile. People bring up Leo and Alexa to her all the time and she just breaks. They were her childhood best friends. I can understand why it was so hard for her. She also tried to off herself. It was the day after me. Something someone said had really set her off. I had found her unconscious on her bedroom floor with an empty pill bottle and a bloody razor next to her. My breathing became uneven and I had tears streaming down my face and I had ran downstairs to get Niall and scream for help. He ran upstairs and yelled at me to get help. I did. We saved her just in Time too. Thank god. It was so scary. Honestly I'm crying just thinking about it.

"Ashley, could you come help me put away the dishes before the boys get back, please?", Carrie asked me.

"Yeah, I'll be down in a moment.", I said as I wiped the tears from my eyes and cleaned up a bit before going down and facing her.

*Carrie's P.O.V*
I looked around aimlessly as I impatiently waited for Ashley to come help me with the dishes.

As soon as I heard her feet walking down the steps I started the water for the dishes and put them in the soapy area.

I grabbed some bubbles from the sink, put them in my hand, and blew them at Ashley's face. She turned to look at me and, might I add, she looked good as Santa. She gave me her glare, and trust me, if looks could kill I'd be dead.

"Seriously, you're gonna get it", she said bitterly, through gritted teeth.

"I meant no harm..." I scarcely made sure she knew that while I backed up.

"Whatever. Let's just wash", she said casually.

What the fuck just happened?

"Honeys we're homeeee" Louis yelled through the door. Ashley instantly quit what she was doing and ran and hugged Niall.

"Get your ass back in here. We aren't done." I yelled.

"Grr fine." Ashley said.

As she got off of Niall and walked back in here she was singing a very familiar tune. It was "She will be loved" the cover by Boyce avenue and Tiffany Alvord.

*Ashley's P.O.V*
The voices in my head. They won't leave me alone. They think they know what's best but in reality they practically run my life. I'm terrified of myself as much as I am other people. I walked back into the kitchen singing She Will Be Loved and while I was doing that the stupid voices interjected.

You won't ever be loved

You'll never be good enough

You'll always be a sad depressed girl.

But they were right. I will always be sad and depressed. I'm not good enough, nor will I ever be. Nobody could ever love me.

"Carrie, whatcha wanna do after this?" I asked her casually, rinsing off a plate.

"Wanna do a cover of She will be loved by Boyce Avenue or You're Worth It by Cimorelli?" She suggested.

"How about both?" I suggested.