Bad At Love | Halsey

Scared

"Ashley—"

"No. She's done with your shit," I snap, cutting Grant off. He looks almost desperate. I'd never thought I'd see him like this.

"I thought you loved me," Grant says, and I look to Ashley pointedly. She meets my eyes, and I hold my breath, feeling like the fate of everyone's future lies in this moment.

"I don't. Not really," she says after what feels like an eternity.

Grant's grey eyes widen in shock, and I let out the breath I'd been holding in.

"I'm leaving you," Ash says, and I feel so proud of her. She's finally being the strong, independent badass I knew she's always been.

"You can't leave me," he blurts out.

"She's leaving," I cut in, and he glares at me.

"This is your fucking fault," he hisses, and I raise an eyebrow.

"This is your fault for being a dick to her," I respond, and he narrows his eyes at me.

"I'm done," Ash says before he can respond. "Goodbye, Grant. It's about time."

She grabs my hand, and I nearly flinch in surprise. She starts pulling me toward the door, and Grant lets out an anguished noise.

"You can't fucking do this to me, Ashley!" he yells as we rush out the door. I slam the door behind me, leaving Grant still yelling.

"I can't believe I did that," she says after a moment as we reach her car.

"I'm proud of you," I tell her, climbing into the passenger seat. She climbs into the driver's seat, and suddenly, we hear yelling again. I spin around to see Grant rushing down the stairs of his building, and I feel my face pale.

"Fucking floor it," I tell her, and she pulls out of the parking space.

Grant is still running, and she screeches out of the parking lot. I can hear him shouting.

I can barely make out what he's saying, but it sounds like: "You're going to regret this."

I don't like the sound of that. Have I screwed up? Was this a bad idea?

"Hey," she says, breaking my train of thought. "Thank you."

"Oh. Yeah," I reply awkwardly.

"I needed that push. We did the right thing. Thank you for not giving up on me," she says softly, glancing to me.

"You're my best friend," I respond, and she smiles slightly.

"Yeah."

We fall into silence, but it's not awkward. We continue down the road, and I rest my head against the window. Watching the trees and cars whiz past us, I let out a sigh.

"Hey," she says, and I lift my head to look at her.

"Hmm?"

"Could I stay at your place tonight?"

"Of course," I respond, smiling reassuringly at her.

"Thanks, Lolo. I just don't want to be alone," she admits, and I nod. I'm just glad she doesn't hate me.

———

"Do you think we have anything to worry about?" I ask as Ash comes out of the shower.

"What?" she asks blankly, going over to my closet for some clothes.

Right after we came back to my place, we'd thrown together some food before eating. She'd wanted to take a shower, so I was getting out some extra pillows for her while I waited. My mind has been clouded with thoughts of Grant.

As I sit here now, chewing my lip and waiting for Ash to get dressed, I feel aggravated. Did I make the right decision? It was the only decision, really.

"You're over-thinking again, aren't you?" Ash says, pulling on her own underwear before grabbing one of my shirts.

"No," I lie, and she chuckles. I look to her again, and she's pulling on a pair of my shorts. She has such nice legs.

She walks into the bathroom to hang up her towel, and I watch her. She then comes over to the bed and sits down beside me.

"You made the right decision. I could have very well died if I stayed with him." She pauses, looking away for a moment. "Well, maybe not physically, but mentally I was already halfway there."

"I'm just scared," I admit.

"I know you are. But it'll be okay."

I meet her eyes, and she smiles. She's so beautiful. Her freckles can be seen clearly, and her cheeks are a light pink. My eyes flicker to her lips. I start wondering how they would feel pressed against mine.

"Lolo?" she laughs, snapping me from my thoughts. "You okay?"

I feel my face flush. "Fine," I respond quickly, feeling embarrassed. "Sorry, I zoned out." I start moving off the bed, and I nearly fall off it in my rush. "I'm going to take a shower."

Before she can say anything, I go into the bathroom and shut the door. 

A/N

I'm thinking I'm going to update this story every other day

I think I know where it's going. Probably.