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Harry.
"No, no, no, no," Harry whispers in a panic, entering her apartment. He can hear a small blast of sad music behind the door. He jiggles the knob, it was locked. He smiles slightly, glad that she had kept her promise of locking her door.
Now, he can't get in. He knocks loudly, praying that she'll hear him. He waits for a good while before knocking again. She answers this time, hugging against the door like it was a friend. He looks at the broken girl before him. She was so beautiful. Her lopsided grin widened at the sight of him.
He returned her the favor with a fake smile. "Hi, beautiful. Can I come in?" He asks, resting a hand on her cheek. She nods sheepishly, taking his hand in hers. He was led inside, closing the door himself. She was clearly too drunk for her own good.
She releases his hand as they reach her living room . She lies down on the couch and Harry notices Nick's sweater bundled up under her head. His heart dropped slightly, this was Nick's fault. She was upset over him again. "Lay with me," she whispers.
He nods, eyeing the phone plugged into a small speaker. She grabs it, switching it to another song. This one wasn't as sad and Harry seemed to like it better. He did as he promised, laying beside her on the couch. His arms were wrapped around her small waist as she faced him.
"Are you okay?" he asks sweetly. She smiles lazily, kissing his lips. He sighs quietly when she pulls away. He really needed to help her, he did, but how could he help? He rubs his fingers over her cheekbones waiting for a reply. He doesn't get the one he wants though.
"Chip, he really hates you, doesn't he?" she asks.
"Why? Have you talked to him?"
"No, he just gets in my mind a bit. He makes me nervous," she admits. Harry nods as she sits up. He raises his eyebrows slightly, wondering what she's about to do. Her small hand pushes at Harry's shoulder lightly, urging him to flip onto his back. He does as she wants, laying down. She climbs onto his torso, hovering over him with a mischievous smile.
"What?" he asks, smiling like an idiot. She doesn't answer him as she leans down, puckering her lips towards him. He shakes his head a bit, knowing this wouldn't go right. "Ashton, I can't." She ignores him, pressing her lips to his softly. He doesn't deny her since she is unstable at the moment. He kisses back, her lips unleashing a hungry lust. He wants to smile and cry and hold her and beg her to be okay, but instead he kisses her back.
Her body shifts downward a bit, her kisses becoming more eager. It was slowly going from a kiss to a make-out. Harry gently pushed her off, looking into her glossy eyes. "You don't need this, Ash. I won't do this to you," he says sincerely.
Her eyes tear up and she buries her face into his neck. "Harry, please," she begs, her voice cracking slightly. "I need you to take all of this away, please," her voice urges. She sounds broken and fragile. He knew he was stepping on eggshells, one wrong move and he'd break her.
"How about we go lay in your bed, beautiful?" he asks, his voice hoarse. His mind flashes back to the first time he was in her bed. They were both shirtless and torn from themselves. He felt his heart cry a little at the memory. He wanted her more than anything in this world. She was everything he ever needed.
"Yeah, okay," she whispers.
He sits up, pulling her with him. He wraps his arms around her, then continues to stand with her in his arms bridal style. He takes her into her room, laying her on the fluffy bed. His mind takes in his surroundings. She's been drunk for a while. Her room is a mess compared to the last time he was here. The comforter is bunched up in random places all over the bed.
"I hate Marisa," she mumbles weakly.
"Why, beautiful?"
"Because, I do. I miss her, though," she replies. Her eyes are broken and they basically spill every pain she's feeling right now. Harry can't look away from them; they're beautiful. "Let's go out next weekend. Bring Louis and your other friends. I like them."
He smiles at this, nodding in approval. Harry didn't have many friends. Most of them left when he quit working out at the gym with them. The thought of them made him want to go back. Maybe he would sometime before next weekend. Maybe he could invite his old friends to come along also.
"Where do you want to go next weekend?" he asks.
Her eyes hold a mischievous glance while her lips turn into a not-so-sweet smirk. "Ask me Friday," she replies carelessly, pushing her head deep into the pillow before tugging him down onto the bed.
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This was not edited. This one was a littleeeee short but if I added what i wanted to add it'd be way too long and I don't wnt to give you too much info, righhhhht? ANyway I'm so so sos osososososososossososso sorry for the long wait. Ikik it totally messes with the whole schedule thing, but I've been having some trouble..
Msotly with bf crap which ik you don't want to hear about but there is something i have to address:
PLEASE READ:
A boy at my school committed suicide three days ago. I didn't know him, I honestly didn't even recognize him. I had a class with his girlfriend and she is the sweetest thing ever. I can't even imagine what she's going through. This boy was sixteen and he felt the need to take his own life. I don't know who or what made him feel this way but no one should have to go through that. He shot himself and his 11 year old brother found him... This is an awful tragedy.
Take this advice: Never, and I mean, never put someone in a situation like this. Never make someone feel like life isn't worth living because even if it isn't worth living right now, it will be worth living later. I promise, this will all be in the past. No matter what's bothering you or who is torturing you, you can always overcome it. Never harm yourself or give up on yourself and never make someone else give up either. You don't want to be the reason a person loses a life. It will wreck you.
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