Nialls model sister (COMPETED)

Chapter 28

Ashton pov: What was going on? He did not just say that. I frowned and slowly took the gorgeous engagement ring off. I carefully sat it on the kitchen table. I put my hands in the air in defeat. “Ashton, I didn’t-” I held my hand up to Harry. “Just stop..” I grabbed my keys and went outside. I nearly collapsed on my way to the car. I got in the car and wailed. I bawled like a baby. After crying for ten minutes I managed to collect myself and turn the car on. I shut the radio off the second it turned on. I saw Harry open the door with red eyes. What was he crying for? My forehead rested on the steering wheel for a second then I looked at Harry. We made direct eye contact and he took a step forward. I backed the car up and then got on the road. Harry was staring at me and I knew I couldn’t just come back immediately. Where do I go? I can’t go to Niall’s. I can’t go to a friends. I can’t go with family, Ireland would be too overboard. I know he didn’t mean it. Well I’d hope not. I decided to wing it and go to the park. When Niall and I were little, once our mum brought us here. We thought it was the coolest place ever because it was outside of Ireland. I got out of the car, leaving my phone in the center console. I locked the car and pouted my way to the swings. Warm weather never wanted to last long in London. It got darker and it got colder. I felt my swing jolt forward and hands put something on my back. I jumped up and kept my back to the person. “Don’t touch me. Stay away. My fiancé taught me how to hit and I am not afraid to use it on you.” I turned and saw that it was Harry with a coat in his hands. “Your fiancé?” He questioned. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. “Harry leave me alone.” I started the walk back to my car. I was shivering. “Ashton stop.” Harry pleaded. “Why? You don’t want to marry me anyways, isn’t this a waste of your time? And mine? Just stop. I don’t want to cry anymore.” I kept walking and rubbed my arms with my hands. Why did I park so far away? “Ashton please. Please stop let me explain.” I stopped but didn’t turn around. “Talk.” I ordered with my arms still crossed. “First, it’s getting cold.” He put his jacket over my shoulders then stood in front of me. “I didn’t know what I was thinking. Of course I don’t only want that from you. Everything I said, I don’t know where it came from. We may have drank a little and maybe it jumbled my thoughts. That was the last thing I could have ever wanted to say to you. I love you to the moon and back. Wait, no, more than that. I can’t even explain that. There is no acceptable excuse for what I did but I’m so so so so so sorry. Please, I’m so sorry…” He started crying. No, no, no I’ll give in! “I can’t live without you. I’m an idiot, okay? I say things I don’t mean. One thing I do know I mean is that I love you, so much. So much it hurts. I miss you every time you’re not in the same room as me. You can be under the same roof but if I’m not beside you, I miss you. The second you pulled out of that driveway I completely lost it. I cried so hard. I thought I had lost you. You have to come back. Please. I can’t go any longer without you. Please put the ring back on. Please come back home. I know you’ve been gone for like a half hour but it feels like forever. You have no idea what I had to do to find you. I called all the guys, their girlfriends, everyone until I finally remembered Niall was your brother and I called him and he told me about this place and I’m so sorry..” I smiled at him and took the ring from his hand. I put it back on my finger and he was smiling now. “I probably seem like a brat who runs away from her problems and I probably look really dumb for coming here and not staying at home and I know that-” Harry cut me off. “Shut up. You’re perfect.” He pulled me close and kissed me. He held his coat around me and pulled me close. I pulled away and he looked down at me. “Let’s go home.” I said. He smiled and walked me back to my car. He had parked right next to me and I smiled. I got in and hurried to turn on the heat. I pulled out and raced home. I walked inside and kept the door open for Harry. He came in shortly after and I was already upstairs changing into warmer clothes. “Let’s go to the basement.” Harry smiled. Recently our basement had been redone and it was Harry’s goal to turn it into a movie theatre. So far there was a huge television and three rows of extra comfortable seats. Harry grabbed a blanket and then led me downstairs. He picked out a movie and sat down next to me. “What movie?” I asked cuddling up to him. “A scary one.” “Why?” I whined. He shrugged and focused on the screen. “Texas Chainsaw, really?” I asked. I frowned and laid my head on his shoulder. My eyes were closed for most of the movie. Every time something scary happened, my eyes clamped shut and occasionally I’d squeal. Harry pov: Ashton fell asleep so I took the opportunity to go get a drink. I snuck up the steps and filled a cup with water. “Harry?” A small voice called from downstairs. I opened the door and walked down. “Harry?” This time more urgent. “Harry please help me.” Ashton said from her sitting spot. “What’s wrong?” I asked from the top of the steps. “Harry he’s right behind you! Harry look out!” Ashton wailed. I turned around and saw nothing. What? “No!” I finally ran down and saw that she was sleeping. I was relieved but also frightened because it must have been a bad nightmare. I set the water down, turned the movie off, turned the lights on and came back to a crying in her sleep Ashton. “Baby, angel, Ashton, wake up.” I said moving her shoulder. I shook her a few more times and her eyes shot open. She was sweating and crying. “Oh my god..” She panted running her fingers through her hair. “Oh, Harry…” She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. “All your hair is here, your pretty teeth, you’re whole..” She said and I wanted to laugh. “I’m right here. It was just a dream. Sorry I made you watch a scary movie..” I scratched the back of my neck feeling guilty. I picked her up. “It’s okay.” She smiled. I carried her all the way up to bed. Her eyes fought to stay open. “Go to sleep. I’ve got you.” I kept my arms around her and she laid on top of me. Her head laid beside mine, her face turned toward me and I felt her breath on my cheek. She got comfortable on top of me and I slowly felt her relax. Her legs laid on either side of my left leg. I really don’t know what I’d do without her. I’m an idiot for being an idiot and saying those things to her. That was really, one of our first fights. We don’t fight much. Mostly over dumb things like the remote and what to eat. Those get resolved easily because we’re so much alike. Ashton has told me pretty much everything about her. She only draws when she’s extremely bored or upset. She said she drew a lot when I was on tour. She eventually rolled off me and I couldn’t sleep. I got curious and looked for her book. I smiled at the wonderful drawings. I flipped the page and saw….our bedroom? I laughed. It was perfect detail and everything. I flipped the page again and saw a replica of my twitter picture. The next one was a sad one. Well sorta. There were two halves of the picture. The left half of the girl had messy hair, dark circles under her eyes, a frown, tears, a jumper, a blanket over her shoulders and a cup of tea in her hands. The right half looked much happier. She had a bright smile, well half, bright eyes, perfect hair, a sparkly jumper, no makeup though. I stared at it a little longer then realized it was Ashton. She drew herself like that? What? On top she wrote a small paragraph. Anyone can be broken, only the strongest ones continue to get up. With someone you love by your side, you can never be sad. I smiled. The next one broke my heart. The girl looked like Ashton again. She had her hands tangled in her hair and an uncomfortable look on her face. Stress, stress and more stress. Stress of no wedding dress, stress that everything will go wrong. Stress that I’ll never be good enough. Okay I’m done reading. That was depressing. I know she doesn’t feel that way anymore because of the dates. I turned one more page and it was from yesterday. It was happier and more vibrant and a picture of myself and Ashton. It was the picture we took together when she had my beanie on. I smiled and closed the book putting it back where I found it. Ashton pov: I woke up and shivered. Harry had taken all the covers over the night. All wrapped up and snoring happily. “Harry.” I groaned tiredly. “Harry it’s cold.” I whined. I decided to be a grump this morning and yank blankets from him. “Hey..” He groaned. “I’m cold, Harry. Please give me some blanket. I’m shivering over here.” I said with my eyes half closed. I was being pulled against Harry’s warm chest and I cuddled up to him. “Sorry, angel.” I smiled and kissed the bird on his chest. I fell back asleep for a while. I woke back up at noon and this time Harry wasn’t next to me. I padded down the steps in Harry’s plaid pajama pants and one of his jumpers that I had to keep pulling up because it kept going down my shoulder. “Morning…” I said quietly, approaching him in the living room. “Afternoon, babe.” He chuckled patting his lap. The rest of the day was a blur of kisses, movies, jokes and cuddles.