Last part. Ding Ding Ding, I need more ideas.
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Y/N POV
3 MONTHS LATER
3 months have passed since he left me at the altar. It's been 3 months since I've been out of the house. All I do is cry really, well, eat and cry. His name is all over the papers, magazines, and on the news as well, so it's hard not to forget him. Somebody let it slip about our 'marriage fail'. I've also been receiving a lot of hate. I haven't heard from my sister or Harry ever since that happened. Oh, you should've seen my dad after we came home. Let's say, my parents don't consider Ashley their daughter anymore, just some hobo on the street.
I was sitting in a nearby Starbucks going over the script for my new movie. I got the lead role of the new movie Paper Towns. (A/N Yeah I just did. Pretend Cara didn't get the lead role. Continue.) And believe me I was bouncing off the walls. It was nice to do something to get my mind off of Harry. "Harold Stiles?" the lady behind the counter said. A hooded man sulking in a corner had come up to the counter to get his drink. I ignored him and sipped my coffee, reading and memorizing my lines. "May I sit here, miss?" I looked up and saw the hooded man standing beside me. I nodded and he slipped into the chair across form mine. I stared at the man, he looked awfully familiar. I gasped when he put his hood down, it was him. "Harry?" I asked. How dare he come here after what he did to me mere three months ago? "Y/N, I-I came here to apologise. And I want you back." He gushed at the last sentence. "How dare you come here and ask me to jump back into your arms. I am not a toy that you can mess around with then break it, expecting it to work a little while later. Next time you decide to leave a woman at the altar, think twice and not go to her as a last resort." I sneered at him. I quickly gathered my things and walked out if the shop. Harry was fumbling to gather his things as well, and he dashed after me. "Y/N no wait!" I ignored him and kept on walking. He caught up to me and grabbed my wrist making me turn around. "Let go of me! Go back to my slut of a sister, she should be waiting in your bedroom, naked, waiting to get fucked senseless!" I yelled at him. "Y/N- Ashley, she died in a car crash." His voice cracked as he told me the not so awful news. "Good." I broke my wrist free and started walking. "But Y/N, I'm really sorry! Please just give me another chance. Y/N wait!" I turned around and looked at him. He was sobbing, each eye looked like Niagara Falls. I felt bad for him so I walked up to him and hugged him.
He buried his head into the crook of my neck, wetting my shirt. I played with his curls, calming him down. Hey! Dating him for 3 years, I know him inside out. "Hey, hey don't cry. Even though I really hate you now, just don't cry. Please." He was still shaking but he stopped crying. He sniffled, and took his head out of my neck. "You still smell like vanilla and roses." He smiled to himself. I smiled too and gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him, "I still hate you." He smiled and nodded and walked away. This boy confuses me, really.
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I am really sorry this is so short! i got my tattoos and they really hurt, the areas are red. Is it sad that I still ship 'Neaf'?
All the fucking love,
-Kat
