Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 30

Ashley's P.O.V

"I'm going to miss you squirt." Alex laughs as he messes up my hair with his hand.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but I'll miss you too."

"Of course you will." He retorts as I stick my tongue out at him.

"Now be good and make sure you aren't cheeky to your folks." He continues to joke.

"Such the comedian all of a sudden," I scowl playfully.

It's only been three days since Alex arrived but we've grown pretty close. I talked to him about my life, which felt good actually, good but weird. He didn't judge me for anything and when I avoided answers about Harry...or Dré he didn't force me to tell him.

I've come to find that the stuck up guy I call a cousin with his nicely tailored suits and a pocket full of cash is just an act of intimidation he uses. He's actually an alright guy, I guess. His mother is finally improving after some help from my parents and doctors, although it will be a time before she's herself again, which means he needs to go home to take care of her himself.

My mom and dad have just arrived back looking dishevelled from their two hour drive. And now I have to say goodbye to my cousin, my friend...Alex has helped me come to a final conclusion with my confused thoughts. He gave me the male point of view of mine and Harry's problems the best he could and I understand a little better now. I'm going to give Harry his space, and wait for him to come back to me.

And if he doesn't, my subconscious butts in.

Well if he doesn't. I don't know what I will do but I guess I'll figure that out if the times comes.

***

Three weeks.

It's been three weeks and I still haven't heard from Harry - neither has his father or Dré. I don't know what to think anymore. This is my entire fault. In a way I forced Harry to tell me and he did, he revealed his biggest secrets to me because he didn't want to lose me. I miss him.

I miss his warm arms circling around me and the way he laughs when he plays a silly joke on me. I just want him to let me know that he's alright, that I understand and would never judge him for what his father did to his mother. I want to tell him everything will be fine and that he'll never lose me. I haven't cried. There's nothing to cry over...yet. I can't even bring myself to think about the 'what ifs', if Harry doesn't come back to me.

I haven't even tried to look for him though because where the fuck would he even be that isn't here? His father said they don't have any other family friends or relatives it's just a case of waiting until he comes back. I've hated every moment so far.

Stepping out of the steamy bathroom I slip into my cream long sleeved cardigan, which I like to wear around the house and pull my light blue skinny jeans on. Grabbing my thick winter socks I move to my laptop which is placed on my bed. Pressing the power button I slip my socks on around my cold feet and move around to get comfortable on the bed. I have to start this business essay otherwise I'll end up failing which would make my mom and dad so pissed beyond words.

"Ash, Ashley?" Mom shouts from the hall downstairs.

"What?"

"Do you want anything to eat? I'm just about to leave and your father has already left. I can make you something before I go if you like?" She calls.

"No I'm fine, thanks though," I shout back just as my laptop loads up.

"Okay, have a good day."

"Bye," I reply as the front door slams shut.

Loading up a new document I get started on my work. The words just flow and before I know it an hour and a half has passed and I'm printing off the assignment. I have to get an A on this otherwise I'm screwed.