Ashley's POV.
*3 hours later*
The house phone rung. About 3 times before I realized nobody was gonna answer it.
I got up, made my way through some of the messy plates & ice cream.
And picked up the phone.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey.." An Irish accent said.
Shit.
"Harry isn't here.." I said, tears forming.
Why did he do this to me..
I'm dying inside, so much.
"I know. I wanted to talk to you." He said, quietly.
He broke my heart, and now he wanted to talk?!
Yeah, that makes sense.
"About?" I said, irritation forming in my voice.
Could you blame me..!?
"I'm so sorry.. I'm madly in love with you. I really am. I'm an idiot. I'm sorry that I did what I did. Will you take me back?" He said.
I had to be strong. Don't cry. Don't cry.
"No." I stated and hung up the phone.
I went to my bed, sat in it, and bawled my eyes out.
I cried myself to sleep, listening to one directions music.
