Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 22

"Well my life is pretty normal. I'm a single child and my parents never got a divorce. When I was about thirteen though things started to change. I started hanging out with the wrong people and of all things i joined a rock band, how cliche right? Well that went on for as long as well till now. I should probably mention im 17. Anyway I was the classic "bad ass" who was in a garage band and smoked so much pot it's probably running through my veins. Me and my parents never got a long. They're a bunch of Catholic, preppy, rich people who want me to become a lawyer. We never saw eye to eye so when I turned sixteen I used my college money and bought a house. I know, it sounds dumb but trust me it gets better. Somehow there's still enough money for me to live on my own and enough to skim my way through college. My parents practically bathe in money, they're filthy and utterly rich. So basically I'm a normal seventeen year old who's in a band who has parent issues," he said letting out a sigh afterwards.

All I could do was stare stare into his hazel eyes and imagine how he did it. How he could just leave his parents. How he could get through the lonesome nights. I was simply amazed at this boy.

"You any good," I asked motioning to the guitar sitting next to the fireplace with a grin pulling at my lips.

"I don't know let's see,' he said before crawling out of the fort and grabbing the guitar.

He started to strum a few cords before he started to sing.

You call me up,

It's like a broken record

Saying that your heart hurts

That you never get over him getting over you,

And you end up crying

And I end up lying,

'Cause I'm just a sucker for anything that you do,

And when the phone call finally ends,

You say, "Thanks for being a friend,"

And we're going in circles again and again

[CHORUS:]

I dedicate this song to you,

The one who never sees the truth,

That I can take away your hurt, heartbreak girl.

Hold you tight straight through the day light,

I'm right here. When you gonna realise

That I'm your cure, heartbreak girl?

I bite my tongue but I wanna scream out

You could be with me now

But I end up telling you what you wanna hear,

But you're not ready and it's so frustrating

He treats you so bad and I'm so good to you it's not fair.

And when the phone call finally ends

You say, "I'll call you tomorrow at 10,"

And I'm stuck in the friend zone again and again,

[CHORUS]

I know someday it's gonna happen

And you'll finally forget the day you met him

Sometimes you're so close to your confession,

I gotta get it through your head

That you belong with me instead,

[CHORUS 2x]

I was completely awestruck. His voice was the voice of an angel, nothing could come close to describing it better. The way his bitten down fingers plucked at the chords could easily memorize me for hours. Him being good was an understatement. He should be playing for God.

"Was it really that bad," he asked biting his lip with a worried expression on his face.

"It was phenomenal, incredible, wow. I can't begin to describe that," I said laughing.

"I'm glad you liked it darling," he whispered huskily before planting a kiss on my nose.

"So tell me about yourself now love," Ashton said putting his guitar down before laying on his stomach, propping himself on his elbows.

"Well I'm Lily. God I'm so dumb you already know that. I'm adopted. I live with my step mom Grace. I go to school with my biological brother. I'm 15 which is kinda bad because you're 17. I spend most of my time listening to music. I don't know I'm pretty normal," I said shyly.

"You sound perfect, for me."

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Eep I'm so excited I've been updating a little better. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Yes I know it's a Harry Styles fan fiction but I can do what I want. I love you all so much and thank you for reading this. Don't forget to vote!xx