Chapter 51

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Harry POV

Destiny is cutting because of me and I can't do anything about it. My phone is gone and she won't face me. I can't sleep because she is he only thing I can think about. I'm nothing without her in my life. I need her.

I need to talk to Ashlee. Maybe, she has an idea. I throw on some clothes and walk to her room. I knock on the already open door. There is no answer and so I decide to walk in.

"Ashlee," I say.

No answer. Where could she be? Why did she leave the door open?

"Ashlee?"

I walk towards her room and see her laying on the floor. I run up to her in a hurry and notice the bottles of medicine laying next to her.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, Ashlee, no! Please no! Come on Ashlee, wake up! You gotta wake up," I say, shaking Ashlee as tears form into my eyes.

Where's my phone? I need to call 911!

"Fucking Trent," I mumble.

I pick up Ashley and run to the elevator. I hit the button about a thousand times until the doors open. I hurry inside the elevator and click the down button.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on," I mumble as the elevator makes its way downwards.

The elevator makes a ding noise and the doors creak open. I run to the main desk.

"You need to call 911, now," I say, impatiently.

The person sitting there looks at me and doesn't move.

"NOW," I yell.

The man hurried to the phone and dialed 911.

I listen to them on the phone and he hangs up the phone.

"They're coming," he says. "What happened?"

"She over-dosed," I say, tears falling down my face.

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Destiny POV

  I get to the hotel and notice an ambulance parked in front of it. I'm confused and walk faster to see what happened.

     I spot Harry standing by the doors. His eyes are puffy meaning he had been crying. I run up to him, worried evident on my face.

  I start to get nervous because I'm walking to Harry.

      "W-what happened," I ask.

      "Well, hello to you too," he says.

         I look at him with a serious, death-glaring face.

        "Yeah, uh, there's no good way to say it. Ummm, Ashlee over-dosed..."

           "What?! No! You're joking," I say looking at Harry with hope in my eyes.

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