Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 21

Harry's P.O.V

I let out a huge morning moan as I rubbed my fingers against my temples. Hangovers were the worst. The reason you get a hangover was even worse. It's sad to think sometimes you have to drink away the thoughts. You have to find this sick habit to feel comfortably numb.

I stopped letting myself indulge in self pity and got up. My feet padded across the cool floor. Making my way into the bathroom I turned on the shower. I took a good look in the mirror before stepping into the steamy shower. I didn't look the same. My curls that were a natural mess were in a tangled mess. Bags hung under my cracked green eyes. I was pale and sweaty. I brought my fists down on the sink, screaming out in anger. Why had I let myself become this way? I wasn't myself anymore. I sunk down to the floor on my knees. My forehead rested on the sink with sweat trickling down it.

I kneeled there for quite some time before getting into the shower finally. I tried to wash away all my flaws, hoping I wouldn't be the flaw ruining Lily and I's relationship. All I ended up with was raw skin.

I avoided the mirror as I walked back to the bedroom I once shared with Lily. I changed out of my towel and into jet black skinny jeans with holes in the knees and a gray hoodie. As I slipped it over my head my nose wrinkled at the smell of a perfume scent. Lily had worn this. Once again I dropped to my knees. I held the collar of the hoodie to my nose not bothered by the tears making it wet. I didn't realize how badly I missed her until now.

I miss the way she was always painfully quiet, bottling up all her thoughts in her blonde head. I miss the way her eyes swam when she was laughing. I miss the way she curled herself into a ball when she slept. I miss the way she made my coffee in the morning. I miss her always stealing my clothes. I miss her taste in music. I miss her scent. I missed her dainty lips. I miss the way she picked at her fingers when she was nervous. I miss the way when she finally would talk something sassy would come out. I miss every single inch of her. I miss every singly ounce of her. I just missed her.

Once I finally got up I wiped my eyes with the backs of my hand. I walked over to the closet and grabbed my suitcase and packed. I'm going back to the closest place I could call home, Grace's.

Lily's P.O.V

"No no Ashton no I'm ticklish don't touch me," I ran through his rather large home screaming.

See we were going to make a blanket fort but Ashton found out I was ticklish. Now I'm running around the house with my heart beat thumping in my chest. I was pretty scared honestly.

"Boo," Ashton grinned with a devilish smile.

I started to back up into a fast run. I had almost reached the lock on the door but Ashton had caught me. I was about to die. Well if you count peeing your pants from a fit of laugher dying, I do.

His arms wrapped around me from behind, pinching at my sides. They quickly started made their way up and down my sides. Laughter erupted from my mouth. Giggles spilled from his. He finally stopped his tickling attack and pulled me into a big hug. His lips pressed softly against my forehead. My fist lightly connected to his arm as I whispered "you jerk".

"Maybe but you like it," he smiled while putting his chin on my head.

"Can we finish our fort now?"

"Of course you little 8 year old."

"Ashton."

"Yes love?"

"You haven't told me anything about you."

"I will once we get to our blanket fort."

My mouth dropped at the fact of how horrible our fort looked. There was a chair sitting in the middle of the living room with a red blanket over it. What a great start.

"Ashton go get like 7 blankets please and thank you."

I started dragging more chairs into the room, setting them up in a pentagon formation. Ashton soon returned with the blankets which we draped over the top. We finished it off with adding blankets and pillows on the inside. I crawled in and sat criss crossed. Ashton barely made it in with his lanky frame. He ended up falling on to me, knocking me over. We finally situated ourselves in each other's arms, surrounded by blankets.

"Well my life is pretty normal. I'm a single child and my parents never got a divorce...," he started to say.

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