Girl Crush ☞ h.s.

[twenty-eight]

Ash.

It had been days, probably even weeks. He hadn't said a single word to her. He wasn't at work, he ignored her calls and her texts. Her heart was broke and finally, she just gave up.

The depression inside her chest was worse than she ever thought. Worse than Nick. Worse than Marisa. Worse than anything she'd ever experienced. She wanted to die, she wanted to literally lay down in the floor and die. He told her he loved her. She didn't reply but that wouldn't be the reason, would it?

She hoped to God not. She didn't know how she felt for Harry. She thought she loved Nick, turns out her feelings for Harry are on a whole other level. That had to be love, right?

She didn't know. But what she did know was that sometime next week was another Gala and it was mandatory for both of them to attend. Although, Harry was pretty high up in the system. He might've found a way around it. She knew she couldn't get out of it. Her father would never allow it.

Suddenly, there's a knock at her door. She mutters a 'Come in,' as she continues through the paperwork. It was Marisa. She hadn't talked to Ashton since the night of the club. Though, Ashton didn't care.

"Hey," she breathes, dragging out the word.

Ashton raises an eyebrow as a reply. She stares at Marisa expectantly.

"Are you okay- I mean, like, okay okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"Well," Marisa mutters. She begins twiddling her fingers. "Word's got around that Harry met up with a certain brunette on the third floor," she says in a not-so-gentle-tone.

Ashton's heart drops at the possibility. She wants to cry and scream and pull Marisa's hair out. But instead, "Don't you have anything better to do than gossip? This is your workspace."

Marisa nodded sympathetically. "It's true, isn't it?"

"No, for your information it is not true. Even if it was it is none of your business."

"Of course it's my business, I'm your friend," she replies.

Ash rolls her eyes, "Friends don't lie to friends. Please leave, continue your work."

•••

Harry.

He was working from home. He would continue to work from home until he had a game plan. He knew what he done was wrong. He knew she wasn't emotionally stable. He knew she cared.

But, he also knew that he cared, and that wasn't something he was ready for.

"Harry fucking Styles, if you don't open this door-" Louis cut himself off to bang against the door loudly for the third time today. "I know what you done, I'm not fucking stupid. Now let me in!" He demands.

Harry swallows thickly. He should let Louis in, he should. Louis would know what to do. Louis could help him. Louis was also full of truthful statements that he didn't know if he could handle just yet.

"Listen, Harry. I know you can hear me," his voice softer now. "I know you done this because you love her. It's the only explanation. I also know that she cares about you too. You don't have to be scared, she'll forgive you."

And that's when Harry feels his heart break all over again.

He opens the door, quietly. Their eyes meet and he knows Louis would be on his side through thick or thin. Tears threaten to spill over his eyelids and they finally do too when Louis pulls him into a hug.

•••

Ash.

She shouldn't. She really just shouldn't. She knows what it'll lead to. Drunken mistakes, bad voicemails and texts. It's just so tempting when it's staring at her face-to-face.

So she does. She tips the bottle back and chugs as much as she can until her mind gets hazy and her muscles start to relax.

He always hated it when she drank.

Good, all the more reason to. Fuck him for ignoring her. Drown out the pain. Fuck him for leading her on. Drink it away. Fuck him for making her feel like she actually mattered, like Nick was such a bad guy when he's exactly like him. Chug, chug, chug.

Knock, knock.

Go away. She hides away in her room, hugging the bottle to her chest. Her bare legs cold against the floor as she sat with her back against the bed. Her heart hurt and she couldn't force herself to cry. No more tears. She was done. This was it. No more boys, no more Harry.

Knock, knock.

He didn't deserve her, right? Maybe, she's not good enough for him after all. No, no, of course she is. He done her bad, he treated her wrong. She realizes all do the things Nick done to her was wrong. Everything Harry's doing is wrong. She's not wrong, she didn't do anything.

Knock, knock, knock.

Nick didn't love her. He wasn't expressing his love, it was rape. He hurt her. He hurt her more than ever. What did she do to deserve it? Nothing. She's not wrong, they are.

Creak. Step, step, step, step, step...

"Oh, Ashton."

She glances up at him, smiling brightly. "Hi, Louis." She breathes.

He gently takes the bottle from her. She pays the spot next to her in the floor. "Hi," he whispers, sitting down next to her.

"How are you?"

"Okay, I guess. Could be better. Haven't talked to Eleanor in ages. Miss her," he mumbles, taking a drink from her bottle.

She smiles, "I feel you."

They smile at each other for a while, even though nothing's happy or funny or even okay. "He loves you, you know."

"Does he?" She asks.

"He does."

"Funny how things are, huh?"

"You're telling me," he mutters, chugging more of the liquor down.

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