Make All This Pain Go

Chapter Sixteen

Day 36: Harry's POV

I got back to Lou's room, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Hey, can I stay here tonight?"

"Sure mate, you know you're always welcome. What happened?"

"Ashleigh doesn't want to come to England with us. We had our first fight, I guess. I don't really want to talk about it."

"I'm sorry. That's real shitty. You can stay here as long as you need to. You can always stay here."

"Thanks Louis. I'm gonna lay down for a bit, if you don't mind."

"Sure."

As I lay on the couch, Louis leaves to go pick up Eleanor for their date. I should be with Ash right now. I'd asked her to come to come home with me this evening. She rejected me and said she wasn't sure if she even wanted to be in this relationship anymore. She wouldn't give me a reason why. She just kept crying and screaming at me. I just want to know what I did.. I drift off to sleep, hoping this wouldn't last.

4 hours earlier: Ashleigh's POV

I'd just gotten home from getting Starbucks with Jenn, venting about my parents. I came in and plopped down on the couch, turning on the television. It was one of those celebrity gossip channels, which I casually left on in the background as I changed into something nicer for when Harry came over in a couple hours. I had to go to the grocery store to get dinner stuff and go run a few errands. As I was pulling on a skirt and top, I hear Harry's name on the TV. I walk over, taken by curiosity. Multiple photos of Harry and Taylor show up on the screen, the reporter talking about how Harry and I had broken up and that he was with Taylor again. How they had been spending a couple nights a week together. Was that why Harry didn't get in until 2 or 3 some nights? No, it can't be true. It's just stupid gossip. I quickly turn of the TV, trying to not let the gossip get to me. It couldn't hurt to verify that Harry wasn't cheating, right? I grab my phone, sending Louis a quick text.

"Hey! I was just wondering, what time do you guys finish recording most nights?"

"Hey! Erm, around 10 or 11. Why?"

"Does Harry leave with you guys?"

"No, he always goes over to your flat. Right?"

"Yeah, right. Thanks Louis."

"No problem! Have a good one."

"You too. Bye!"

"Bye Ashleigh."

What was Harry doing in those 4 hours? Taylor? Getting what he couldn't get from me from her? Tears weld up in my eyes. I'll let him explain. He's got to have an explanation. He wouldn't do this to me. Ever. He promised. I leave my apartment, needing air. I'm immediately bombarded by paps asking me how I was taking my break up with Harry. I stay silent, wishing them away. I go and run my errands, taking my time and taking a few extra laps around the block to calm down. When I get home, it's almost time for Harry to get here. I begin cooking as soon as I get home, letting that calm me a bit as well. As I'm putting out meal into the oven, I hear Harry come in.

"Hey love! God, I've been so excited to see you today."

I turn around, fully expecting to give him the chance he deserved. But looking at him, knowing he could do better, killed me inside. It took everything I had to meet his eyes.

"Yeah. Me too. So what did you want to talk about?"

"Oh, erm.. I was wondering. I love you. And my mum and Gemma really want to meet you. And I don't want to leave you here all by yourself for a week or two. So I was wondering if you wanted to come with me and the boys to England for a holiday and you could meet my parents. If you want to. You can take your time and think about it if you need to."