too young for this { harry styles }

Chapter 40.

People reading this on January 17th because it said I updated, I didn't update. This is the same chapter 40 that's been on here for almost two weeks now. I had to repost it because it was privated due to 'inappropriate language.' I have just made it so it doesn't appear to have any 'inappropriate language'. Sorry for the inconvenience. As of now this story is completed.

{AN. Excuse the monstrosities of this chapter. It's quite long, but if you don't know it is the last chapter of the whole book. The sequel, yes there will be one, should be started and published on here in a week or two. this chapter is probably 2-3 times my normal length. Feel free to take your time reading too. More info about the sequel will be at the end.}

Ashton's POV.

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She has no choice anymore, and I don't know how else to say it either.

Since I left for tour with the band, things changed. I wasn't with Ivy or anything, I don't know much, but I do know this:

Harry's crazy. If anyone were to need a mental asylum or whatever, it'd be him. I don't know how else to say it to her, but she can't be near Harry. The way she talks about him is crazy alone. She has this kind of smile where you can tell that she knows. That she always has known how badly Harry affects her.

I haven't seen Harry in what seems to be a year now, and I regret nothing. Even before her he acted insane. He would pick at his cuticles when he was annoyed because that was the only sensation that made him feel anything. It's not my fault he's driven himself insane. I never daid anything to Harry when he was all in his head, acting as if he were plotting his escape of his own humanity. He was constantly losing himself in his thoughts. He'd even stop speaking mid sentence, laugh at himself, and then sit back in his seat as if the madness he has just spoke wasn't even real.

People told me to be nice to Ivy, and this is the closest I can get to nice with her.

If the fame didn't warn her, people on twitter must. She may or may not have fallen for an insane boy, but I don't want to know if that's true. Ivy and I have one thing we have to do and that's to leave.

Niall told me what happened back in New York, and so did the tabloids. Everyone's lost it. The only reason people are figuring out that Harry and Ivy were in Greece together is because I made Aine call some people to chase them out. They haven't left.

I'm here to protect Ivy, not to fall in love with her pathetic ass.

Every time she looks down at her phone or something, I feel this need to knock some sense into her.

Ivy, he left. Get over it. You changed your phone number, nobody's going to find you.

That's another goal of mine; to keep her butt hidden from both Harry and the paps.

Now, two weeks ago, when I came into her room and she broke down, I told her that she's one of those personal gain people. She is selfish and always wants something beneficial towards her if she has to put in energy.

I guess, somewhere in this s.hit world, you could say I'm the same exact way because I'm not hiding Ivy and taking her out of this country to be nice or polite; I'm doing it because someone knows my secrets. Someone knows everything.

The day Vanessa got her abortion, I didn't second guess anything. In her uterus a baby, my baby, was growing bigger and bigger everyday. It was a fucked up thing to do, yes. But the baby was out of incest. Vanessa's my damn half-sister. It doesn't matter how good she is in bed, she's my sister.

I had no idea, nor she. But it happened and some things must be done. I couldn't have a baby anyways. Five Seconds Of Summer is at its peak now, and a fucking baby would ruin it all.