CHAPTER THIRTY TWO:
"HARRY!" I scream as loud as my lungs will let me and tears fall from my face.
I start running towards him, but I trip over something. I fall, quickly protecting my stomach. I look over and he's not standing there anymore. I start screaming and I cry harder.
"Baby, what are you doing here?" I turn back around and see Harry standing over me.
He helps me up and holds me tight.
"You weren't suppose to be here." He says rubbing my back gently and looking away, avoiding eye contact.
"Why? Why would you..." I can't even finish my sentence. He takes my hand and leads me to a soft patch of grass.
"I just don't understand..." I trail off still not being able to wrap my head around his actions.
"I'm sorry." Is his reply.
I turn sharply at him, "I'm sorry?" I repeat, questioning whether or not I heard him right or not.
"You're fucking sorry?" My anger starts to build up, starting to realize how serious the situation is.
"Would 'sorry' bring you back to life after you jumped? Would 'sorry' be a good fucking answer to when this child asks where her dad is? What the fuck is wrong with you?" I just sit there looking disgusted with him.
"I'm sorry!" He repeats himself once again, then continues. "I'm just so depressed. I can't live without you... and when you kicked me out.. I didn't think you'd take me back. And then the whole fight with Louis... I had no one left." He looks away from me, "And this baby..." He looks up at the sky. "We're just getting by with what we have, how am I suppose to support a baby too? It'd just be easier on your own. You could be a single parent and do better without me."
I just sit there for a moment taking his words in.
"That's your excuse?" I manage to choke out the words. So many emotions hit me at once.. but anger is the strongest at the moment.
"You can't just do that!" I shake my head at him, "You can't just run from your problems when things get bad. What kind of fiancé does that? What kind of future father does that?... Harry, what the hell?" I just shake my head at him, still in disbelief.
"You're a coward." I push him away from me.
"You're a fucking coward, Harry!"
I try to get up, but struggle because of my stomach.
He grabs my hand and places the other on my stomach, helping me up. How can he just act like what he was about to do is no big deal?
I'm so hurt that he would even think about leaving me like this.
"Harry, stop." I push him completely away from me.
"Ashley, come back!" I turn around and he's just standing there.
I walk towards him and slip off my ring.
As I stand face to face, I grab his hand and slip the ring into his palm.
"If you want to jump, jump. I'm not going to stop you. If you want to take the easy way, go ahead. If you really loved me.. you would have never came." I turn around and start to leave.
"I made a mistake!" I hear him yell, but I keep walking, ignoring him.
He runs after me and grabs my hand. Tears fall uncontrollably from his eyes.
"I want to spend my life with you and only you... I can't live without you, please." He begs and breaks down crying harder. I've never seen him like this and it honestly breaks my heart, but what he did is just unforgiveable right now.
"No. I can't." I push him away and tears fall down my face, "Goodbye, Harry."
I walk away as he stands there in tears.
