Make All This Pain Go

Chapter Eight

Day Three: Ashleigh's POV

My alarm blares in my ear. I look over at the clock. 7:30. I'm so not ready to get up yet. But I had to. I only have a hour to hop in the shower and get ready. I glance at my phone, to check for any missed messages. I see one, my stomach doing flips.

"Sent: 2:34AM

Hey Ashleigh. I know you're asleep, or at least you should be, but I'm really glad you decided to come out with me tonight. I had a lovely time. I know I'm seeing you in just a few hours, but I can't wait. I hope you know that you're a truly, genuinely good and kind hearted person. You're beautiful. Anyway, I just wanted you to have something nice to wake up to and get you out of bed. See you soon love. xx"

I had decided to go out with Harry last night. That he was worth it. I was really beginning to catch feelings for him. And not in the fan girl "I love you!!!" kind of way.. I could only hope that maybe he was feeling that way as well. He's supposed to pick me up for coffee and breakfast at 8:30. Seeing each other 3 times in 2 days. I couldn't help thinking that this all was moving way too fast, but that I was also completely okay with that. I'd never had a 'real' boyfriend before, so I'm not exactly sure how it's supposed to go. I mean, we hardly know each other. I know all of the weird, random fan girl things about Harry. Like, that he has Type B blood and that he was born at 3:19 AM on February 1, 1994. But that's all kind of weird. He's been asking a lot of questions about me. Like, my birthday (September 10, 1996), my favorite color (pink), and what I want to do after I graduate from uni (teach primary school). I love that he wants to get to know me, but I'd like to know more about him. I feel like he's trying to stay a bit mysterious while he's trying to feel me out to make sure I'm not a wacko. I mean, I know his blood type for God sake! I get out of the shower and get dressed quickly. As I blow dry my hair, my phone goes off. I finish drying then go to check it. Surprise, surprise. It's from Harry.

"Hey. Just wanted to make sure you're up. I'll be there soon."

I check the time, 8:15. Shit. I'm no where near ready. I throw on a bit of make up and quickly run my straightener through my hair. Just like yesterday, Harry gets here a few minutes before 8:30.

"Hey Harry!"

He pulls me into a one armed half hug, then pulls away, looking me over.

"Hello. You look stunning."

"Shush. You do too. So where are we going, Styles?"

"Not nearly as good as you. But, I was thinking maybe we could go to Grumpy?"

"I LOVE Grumpy. You're a freaking mind reader."

"I'm glad. I always go whenever I'm here."

As we get into Harry's car, I can't help but start letting my mind wander to when Harry was eventually going to go home. I was born in King's Lynn, but moved to New York when I was 12. I knew they were recording they're third album here, but it would end eventually. The feeling of missing him hit me like a huge wave in the ocean, that knocks you down and pulls you back out to sea with it. Why was this effecting me? I BARELY know the guy.

"Harry."

"Hmm?"

"When are you guys going back to England?"

"Well, we just got here last week.."

"Yeah.."

"So.. I'm guessing in about 3 or 4 months? I mean, we'll go home on holiday every now and again, but we'll probably leave for good in October. Why do you ask?"

"Oh.. I was just wondering."

"I've been thinking about it too. It's alright."

He quickly turns his head, and flashes me his huge 'cupcake' smile. I giggle softly, flashing one back at him, sending us both into a fit of laughter. As we pull up to Cafe Grumpy, Harry turns to me, looking intensely into my eyes.