Painful Love (MC fanfiction)

38 | Coming Home

ASHLEY'S POV

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. It'd been a terrible day and I have never just wanted to hold Michael in my arms, run a hand through his hair, massage his scalp and savor the taste of his lips so badly before.

But he was only halfway through the American leg of the tour and he wasn't gonna be back anytime soon. Another four months, three weeks and six days and I'll finally get see his smile in person again.

Stirring my coffee absentmindedly, the house phone started ringing somewhere in the house. I waited a few rings to see if my mom would answer, because I'm a lazy ass.

"Ashley, could you get that?" My mom yelled, and I grunted overexaggeratedly.

I made my way down the stairs, stomping each of my feet a little more than necessary as if I were a sulking 4 year old getting yelled at. As I neared the phone, the ringing grew louder and it was only then that I realized I had a headache.

"Patience, geez." When the ringing came out of nowhere and startled me. I answered, my voice raising a few octaves and sweetness laced my words. "Hello, who am I speaking to?"

"Hey!" A man spoke. And my eyeballs nearly popped right out of my skull and fell onto the floor, rolling all the way to Germany.

That was a little over-exaggerated.

"OH MY GOD."

A very, extremely familiar chuckle fills my ears and I can't contain my squeal.

"Is this-?" I started, but couldn't get the words out. Somehow, he understood my question before I even asked it.

"Yeah." And then I screamed at the top of my lungs, because I'm talking to Harry fucking Styles!!

My mother rushed to my side. "Are you alright? Who is it? Your father? Ashley?!" But I was too busy screaming I couldn't hear her voice.

"Shh, shh, Ashley.." His calming voice spoke again. I shrieked just once more because he knew my freaking name. "I'm here to deliver good news that will soon lead to bad news."

"Okay..." I said after I caught my breath. I was still panting, though. And my mother still had that worried plus confused expression etched on her face.

"We know you haven't really had time to talk to him, so we're sending him back time for a week. The tour will be delayed until he comes home." I didn't know what to feel. I was angry that Michael was delaying the whole tour to come back to me, but I was longing to feel his presence, and I waa confused as to why he had to come back all of a sudden.

"Okay..." That was all I seemed to know how to say.

"Would you like all four of them to go home or just Michael?" I found that question ridiculous.

"That's more their decision than mine. But the more the merrier, I guess." I still didn't know how I could form a correct sentence.

"Great. But please, after what Michael tells you, please decide an answer for yourself, and for his, if he has to stay or not. Okay? You're his girlfriend. You have a right to choose. And it isn't only you, we're getting everyone's opinion. Okay? So you're fine. Don't worry about speaking your mind. Okay? Thanks." And with that, he hung up. He says 'okay' a lot. As if he was trying to make sure I was okay. As if I was never okay.

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MICHAEL'S POV

"Thank you so much, once again, for doing this. I really appreciate it. Lots. You'll never know how grateful I am of this. And boys, thanks for following me and showing your support. It really means a lot to me." I smiled, showing my gratitude. With a sharp wave, I tugged my suitcase with me, walking to the terminal with my three brothers behind me.