Living with One Direction

Chapter 11

After buying what seemed to be like twenty different outfits, we arrived home.

I check the time on my phone. "Holy crap!" I exclaim, "we were at the mall for four hours?!"

"Time flys when you're having fun," Mairead says, unlocking the door to the mansion.

We walk in, each of us carrying several bags on our arms, greeted by silence.

"Looks like we have the house to ourselves," Mairead says.

"Guess so! I can bring these up to the guest room, I will just make a few trips," I tell her, not wanting her fragile arms to be damaged.

She nods, setting down the bags and heading towards the kitchen. I pick up some bags and start making my way up the stairs. I pass by each of the rooms, all of them empty until I reach mine.

"Harry what are you doing in here?" I ask, spotting him sitting on my bed.

He glances up, clearly not expecting to see me, and jolts up from my bed.

"Sorry I-I erm- I was just looking for my sweatshirt-I erm was going to wear it tomorrow. Yeah." He says, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than me.

"Oh, um, I think Josie is washing it with some of Louis' clothes," I explain.

"Okay, sorry." He says and bolts out of my room and down the hall.

Why is he acting so weird lately? I set down the bags and walk back downstairs to grab the rest. As I walk back up the stairs, each step a bag is pinching my skin. Finally reaching my room, I drop the bags and let out a deep breath I didn't realize I was holding in.

I only now thought of how much money these clothes must've cost. Mairead never asked for the receipt and never told me the prices of the clothes. Me being the stupid girl I am, didn't even think to look at the price tags before she ripped them all off.

On the dresser next to my temporary bed lies my wallet. I grab the twenty dollars out of it and bring it to Niall and Mairead's room, along with a note. I just decided to tell her that this was all the money I had and I thanked her and appreciated the clothes.

I walk back to my room and start shoving the crisply folded clothes into the drawers of the dresser. I wonder how long I'm going to be here. Everything I own is hours away, at home. It's not home anymore without her. This isn't my home, it's a temporary living space. I can't go back home though. If I do, the thousands of memories that keep me awake at night will come flooding back and they will destroy me inside.

Like all of the times her and I would dance in the kitchen while making dinner, gone. Me complaining about her horrible singing every time a song on the radio came on, gone. Our constant fights over who loved each other more, gone. When she was always pestering me to do my chores, gone. Her big hugs and flower scented perfume, gone. The way she always had a positive outlook on things, gone.

Before I knew it, the neatly folded clothes were thrown onto the floor, the drawers of the dresser strewn across the room, and I in a crying rage. I'm mad that she left me. I'm mad that she can't watch me grow up. I'm mad that she can't tell me everything will be okay. Why her? Why did she have to go?

I reach for the lamp to throw against the wall, when a strong hand pulls me back and wraps their arms around me, to keep me from hurting myself or anything else. I don't want them touching me. I want to hurt everything like they hurt me. The person holding me grips tighter while I struggle to get loose.

"Ainsley!" The voice is yelling, it's Harry. "It's okay, everything is okay." He says, trying to calm me.

Eventually, after twenty minutes, I give in to his reassuring words and give up fighting. I'm so tired of being sad.

*Harry's POV*

I can't believe I didn't hear her coming into the house. I'm such an idiot. I hear a loud crash coming from down the hall, followed by screams full of hatred.

Sprinting down the hall, I find Ainsley in a rage. She reaches for the lamp to destroy next. If I don't stop her now, she's going to hurt herself. I quickly grab ahold of her arm, then force her into me to keep her from breaking anything else.

She slaps and kicks and punches, trying to break my grip, but I just grasp on tighter.

"Ainsley!" I yell, trying to get through to her. "It's okay, everything is okay," I tell her over and over again.

She still struggles, but eventually her body goes limp and shakes with every sob that leaves her lips.

I look around the room, drawers upside down - one almost cracked - and clothes scattered across the floor.

Losing her mum surely has taken a toll on her.

I hadn't noticed Mairead standing in the doorway, watching me comfort the grief stricken girl. She sends me a small smile, letting me know that I did well, and quietly leaves.

I look at the small blonde girl weeping in my arms. She's fragile and broken, and all I want to do is fix her.

(A/N):

So I figured someone else's POV would be nice, I might do everyone's or I might just stick with Ainsley and Harry's, I haven't decided. But, what did you guys think? Comment and vote! Xoxo