Living with One Direction

Chapter 12

*Harry's POV*

As the hours passed, her cries grew quieter and she soon fell asleep in my arms.

I lifted her up, careful not to wake the fragile girl, and laid her in her bed. I pulled the comforter over her, flicked off the lights, then left the room.

As I made my way downstairs, everyone was at the table eating dinner.

"Look who finally joined us!" Louis remarks.

I glare at him. He doesn't know what that girl just went through. She's so broken inside and a few more cracks to her heart and nothing else will remain. I can't let that happen to her. She's different from everyone else, there's just something about her.

Maybe it's her blonde hair that always seems to fall into place perfectly. Or her blue eyes that reveal her emotions as clear as day. Maybe it's her soft pink lips that help form her beautiful smile. Or maybe it's how she can always make someone's day, just by being there.

I shake my head of these thoughts. I don't like her, it's not right if I do. She's five years younger than me. Plus, there's plenty of other beautiful girls out there.

"Earth to Harry," Josie's says, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Sorry," I say. "It's just a tough time for her and someone has to be there."

Everyone falls silent, knowing that I'm right.

*Ainsley's POV*

My head is pounding and I'm sweating under the thick and fluffy covers.

My mind replays bits and pieces of yesterday in my head. Shit. They all probably think I'm mental. I can't deal with this right now, I don't want to leave this bed. I'm not going to leave this bed.

I lay here under the covers for hours until my stomach rumbles. Food. I need to eat something, but I feel like if I eat something I will throw up.

There's a knock on my door, but I don't move to get it. I just stay silent. The knocking sounds again, and I still lay under the covers, motionless.

"Ainsley," Liam calls from outside of the closed door, "it's nearly five and you've been in your room all day."

I stay mute and stationary. It's almost as if I'm dead, except for the fact that I'm still breathing. I wish I were dead. I wouldn't have to go through the grieving and the pain. Not if I were with my mom.

Liam knocks again, waits a few seconds, then barges into the room.

"Ains, come on," he begins, "you can't stay in your room forever." I appreciate him trying to comfort me, but it isn't working.

He slowly lifts the comforter off of me and turns me to face him.

I stare at him, trying to make him uncomfortable enough to leave, but it doesn't work.

"Okay," he says, "if you're not going to get up by yourself, I'm going to have to do it for you."

Before I can resist him, I'm thrown over Liam's shoulder and he's heading out of the room. My stomach growls.

"I had a feeling you were hungry, but guess what? We got you ice cream!" He exclaims.

I still remain quiet, which doesn't seem as much of a shock to him.

"Hey everyone!" He shouts down the hallway to the kitchen, "look who I've got!"

Chuckles from Niall and Zayn are heard from the left of Liam and I, and Josie and Mairead's faint chatter from the right. Louis and Harry are in the game room playing something because I hear them threatening who will kill who first.

Liam sets me down gently on the stool at the table and runs to get something. Seconds later he returns with four unopened tubs of ice cream and displays them in front of me.

"We have vanilla, chocolate, panda paws, and mint chocolate chip. Choose one."

I point to mint chocolate chip, my favorite kind.

"Good choice," Liam says, then gathers the rest and disappears again.

"I'll get you a spoon," Niall says, walking over to the silverware drawer. He hands me the spoon and I immediately open the ice cream and dig in.

This is delicious. My mom never used to let me eat from the carton. My mom...

I don't feel as hungry anymore, but I still grab the ice cream and leave the kitchen.

As I'm walking back up the stairs, I can hear Liam complaining, "where'd she go? I just got her down here!"

I walk slowly to my room, ice cream in hand and climb back under the covers. When I thought I couldn't cry anymore, the tears came streaming down my face. I continue to shove the ice cream into my mouth and I let myself cry. How can I stay strong when there's nothing left to keep me going?

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(A/N):
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