Make All This Pain Go

Chapter Twelve

Day 24: Ashleigh's POV

The past 2 weeks had been the craziest ones in my life. The day after Harry asked me to be his, the news broke all over. Everyone freaked out, and it kind of felt like my world had imploded into itself. I was gaining Twitter followers by the second, even though I didn't even use it. Same with Facebook friend requests and for the 'few' who found my Tumblr and Instagram. But being with Harry was worth all of it. We were hanging out with his friends more, and I still got butterflies every time I was introduced as "my girlfriend, Ashleigh" to people. Modest! Management was beyond unhappy with my relationship with Harry. I didn't know everything about it, but I knew they'd wanted it to be kept under wraps, but Harry had refused. I'd told him I was fine with it, but he insisted that everyone should know. I know he's been getting retaliation from Modest!, which I hated. I felt so responsible, every time he got passed over at an interview or got a lower volume mike at a performance. The boys were in the studio every day now, since all of the corrections and adjustments with the songs had been made. Harry was leaving in a couple weeks to go visit his mum and the rest of his family in England. Harry's been sleeping here every night. We still hadn't done anything other than kiss, which made me a bit nervous that I'd scared him. But everything was going great. Getting to see how he lives and his daily life is amazing. And being with him... There aren't any words to describe how it feels to know someone cares as much about you as you care for them. I could feel myself falling further and further down this hole, dragging Harry down with me. I knew there would eventually be fights and problems, but for right now, everything was so perfect. I wanted to be with him every second. He's been in the studio all day, while I ran some errands and caught up with Jenn and her boyfriend Scott. It's all been so surreal. Now, even without Harry, paps follow me and ask me questions. I've gotten more used to them, not getting frightened anymore when they get a little too close or ask something a little too personal. I mean, who doesn't love getting asked about their sex life with 'Harry Styles from the hit British sensation boy band, One Direction"? Oh right.. me. But it could definitely be worse. My mom and dad were a bit unsettled seeing me on magazines and hearing about me on "Access Hollywood." I couldn't understand why people were so interested in me. I'm just a fan, like them, who got extraordinarily lucky. I glance to the clock, seeing that it was already about to be 2AM. Being with Harry had brought out my night owl side that I'd had all through my first two years of high school. I was really tired, but I'd wanted to stay up and talk to Harry when he got home. Since he'd been so busy lately, I felt like we'd stopped getting to know each other, and there was still so much I wanted to know. I lay down, letting myself drift off for a bit until Harry got here. When I finally heard the door open, it was 3:30.

"Hey."

"Hey! I though you'd be asleep. Did I wake you?"

"No, I was waiting for you."

I give him a shy smile, suddenly feeling embarrassed that I'd stayed up, just for him.

"You didn't have to do all that."

At this point, Harry had wondered over to my dresser, where he had a drawer of t-shirts, jeans, and boxers. Harry began to undress, grabbing a fresh pair of boxers, then stripped off the pair he was currently wearing. I quickly turned around, knowing he didn't think I'd been looking. His body had always amazed me. The broadness of his shoulders and his back muscles. The way his abs were so defined, but his chest was still so comfortable. The way his tattoos looked up close and how each one said something about the guy I'd been getting to know. But I'd never seen him naked before, although it was just from the back. How was this boy so perfect?

"Yeah, I did. I miss you!"

"Well I'm right here!"

He'd gotten dressed and was now standing in front of me, letting me ogle at him. He sat down, pulling me into his chest. I suddenly felt so tired, my eyelids feeling heavy. I could feel Hary's chest moving up and down with his breaths. He kisses the top of my head, before leaning his head onto mine.