Make All This Pain Go

Chapter Eighteen

Day 50: Ashleigh's POV

As I was packing up the last few things in my apartment, Harry comes back in, grabbing another box to take out to his car. I was getting out a few days early to avoid having to deal with my parents. I called my mom yesterday to give her my new address, then got off the phone as fast as possible. Harry had talked to Modest! and got his hotel room back. We're going to England in about a week with the boys, which I'm looking forward to so much. I was so nervous about meeting Anne and Gemma, but I know I'll love them both, and hopefully, they'll like me too. I put the last bits of my clothes into the last box, then begin to help Harry carry boxes out to the car.

1 hour later:

"That took forEVER."

"Don't exaggerate you freak. Aww! You're gonna pout? Harrryyyyyyyyy!!"

"What?"

He flashes me a pouty lip and puppy dog eyes.

"Now that's not even fair."

I cross my eyes, sticking my tongue out at him. He laughs, shutting the trunk of his car.

"Want to go get food?"

"I'm STARVED."

"You eat all the time."

"Shut up, I'm fat. BIG GIRLS GOTTA EAT."

I smile at him, his face shrinking into a displeased expression.

"Take it back."

"Take what back?"

"You aren't fat. You're perfect."

"Nahhh. I have tons of issues. YOU'RE the perfect one."

"That's rubbish. Now take it back."

"FineItakeitback."

"Good."

He smiles at me, then starts running towards me. Before I know it, I'm slung over Harry's shoulder, being carried to the passenger door.

"WHAT do you think you're DOING?!"

I start giggling, kicking my legs lightly against Harry's back.

"I'm putting you in the car! The hells it look like I'm doing?"

"I can walk 10 feet to sit down."

I laugh as Harry opens the door, setting me on the ground.

"I don't want you to."

"You are the weirdest human being on this entire Earth."

"Uhh.. no. That would be you."

Harry shuts my door, then walks around to the drivers side, getting in the car.

"So where are we going?"

"I don't know. Beppe?"

"YUM. Okey. Wait, we'll never get in."

"Harry Styles."

"You're so obnoxious."

"Do you want pepolino?"

"Obnoxious Harry Styles it is!"

He laughs loudly, turning on the radio. We go, and of course get in right away. We end up pulling into the hotel around 11. I grab a couple boxes of important stuff that we'd packed separately. Harry grabs the rest of the important boxes, walking into the hotel. Security is there waiting, which I still hadn't' really gotten used to. When it was just us, it's when Harry is just him. Not 'Harry Styles from One Direction." I love that part of him, of course, but sometimes it's hard to have to compete with management and security to get to my own boyfriend. We get escorted up to our room, then unpack a bit, putting sheets on the bed and pulling out some pj's. I grab a pair of yoga pants and one of Harry's T-shirts. I go into our new bathroom and change. I come out to Harry in boxers and nothing out.

"You know I love it when you wear my clothes."

"And I love wearing them, so it's a good match."

"And I love you."

He's walked over to me at this point and kisses me.

"I love you too. Honestly, my life's changed so much because of you. I'd never really understood how you guys do it, but now I do. Kind of. Because it's for something that's one of the most important things in your life."

"Music, my band and family, and you."

"My friends and you."

"You have to care about your family."

"Have is a strong word. Should is a better word."

"Ash.."

"You have no idea."

I could feel the lump rising in my throat, but I forced it back down.

"Then tell me."