Give Into Me

Chapter Eleven

Harley woke up before Ashton that morning. She carefully got out of bed and jogged to the connected bathroom. She made it just in time to empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet, granted it wasn't much. She glanced back at Ashton's sleeping figure, glad he was still asleep. She rinsed her mouth with water before swishing some mouthwash. She walked back into Ashton's room and picked up one of his hoodies from the floor. She pulled it over her head. She walked back to her room and pulled open her dresser drawer, looking for a pair of leggings. She pulled out a pair, a piece of paper falling out with it. She quickly pulled her leggings on before unfolding the piece of paper. It was the paper Ashton had dropped in her room when he found her with Chase. Her stomach churned at the memory, or maybe from the morning sickness coming back up.

She ran out of her room and to the bathroom, throwing up once more. She sighed and leaned her head on her arms. She lifted her head and flushed the toilet, slowly standing up. Ashton walked into the bathroom as she rinsed her mouth with water once more. "You good?" Ashton asked, clearly still half asleep.

"Yeah, just some morning sickness." Harley sighed and swished with some mouthwash. 

"You should've woken me up."

"No, you were sleeping and I didn't want to disturb you." Harley sighed and looked up at Ashton. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

"Come lay down and rest, my love." Ashton smiled and lead her back to his bed. She laid down and curled up. "Is that my sweatshirt?" Ashton asked as he laid with her. She giggled softly and nodded. 

"It is." 

"It looks great on you." Ashton chuckled and pulled her close.

"You're right, it does." Harley giggled and laid her head on Ashton's chest. "I'm not gonna buy any maternity clothes, I'm just gonna wear yours." Ashton laughed and squeezed her hip.

"That's fine with me." Ashton smiled, slipping his hand under the sweatshirt and resting it on her stomach. 

"Can I ask you something?" Harley asked, looking up at Ashton. 

"Go for it." Ashton rubbed her stomach gently. She pulled the paper from her pocket and unfolded it.

"What is this?" She showed him the paper, his eyes going wide. 

"O-oh, that's just, uh.." Ashton struggled to find a way to tell her. "Uh, it's a song I wrote.. for you." 

"You wrote me a song?" Harley sat up and looked at him.

"Uhm, yeah.." Ashton avoided eye contact. Harley cupped his cheeks and made him look at her. 

"Sing it for me." 

"I'll need my guitar." Ashton looked over at the other side of the room where his guitar rested. Harley clambered off the bed and grabbed it, giving it to him. 

"Sing it." 

"O-okay." Ashton blushed, sitting up and taking the guitar. He played the beginning chords and began to sing. Harley's eyes lit up as she heard him sing. She bit her lip and listened to the gentle lull of his voice. 

"Jesus Christ, you've been holding out on me." Harley laughed as he finished.

"I'm not that great." Ashton blushed, looking down at his lap.

"Ashton, don't be fucking ridiculous. You're amazing." He shrugged and set the guitar aside. 

"I started writing that the night I heard you sing for the first time over at the bar."

"Ash, that was in May."

"Yeah, it was." He nodded and looked at her. "Your voice was just so enchanting, I needed to write something for you." He cupped her cheek gently and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I originally wrote it as a duet."