Chapter 24:

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Thank you all so so SOOO much for all of your support with this support. I've had so much going on and it's honestly exhausting me to the point where I have no motivation to do anything.

You guys helped me get through this and now you're gonna get an update!

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Ashton's POV:

My mother had been staying with Harry and I all week. She's been here supporting me and she's the best friend anyone could ever ask for. She's my rock other than Harry, of course. It's been extremely hard on me for the loss of my unborn baby.

I was watching the window on the tour bus, I was looking outside it to see the sun setting on the horizon. I checked out of the hospital earlier this wee and I'm on pain medication, also an anti-infection medicine. The doctor was afraid that I could contract an infection and thought I would need a little pain killers. I'm surprised he didn't feel the need to prescribe me depression meds.. I mean, I was on them all the time when I was younger.

"You know this has to be hard for Harry, too." My mom says, putting her hand on mine. I must've been engrossed in the view outside.

"It probably is but he won't stop pushing me away, mom. What do I even do at this point? Harry hasn't spoken anything this whole time except for short sentences when he's spoken to." I say, sighing.

"Ashton, just give him some time, sweetie. He'll come around sooner or later." My mom says, with a wry smile.

I smile back and look out the window again. All I can think about is how Harry is taking all of this. I want to know why he keeps telling me that "he's fine" or "doesn't need to talk about it right now." I know he will open up sooner or later but I feel so far away from him and I want to close this gap between us.

He hasn't even slept next to me.. We still sleep in the same bed because there's nowhere else to sleep, but he doesn't hold me or sing me to sleep anymore. Something is going on and I'm fearing the worst. I guess that could just be me, right? I always assume the worst but how could I not?

I pulled up a blanket to my head and crunched it up like a ball and then used it to support my head. It's 11pm and Harry still hasn't come out of our room. My mother was staying with Charlotte in the room that's supposed to be for our body guard but he's off with his family on vacation, so it all works out.

My mom and I decided that once we get to Georgia, that she would bring herself and Charlotte back home for a little while. She knew Harry and I were in a rough spot right now and she thought it would be best to have us talk it out alone. We were staying at the hotel and since we've been on the road for a long time since New Jersey, we should be arriving there around 7am.

I laid my head back down on the makeshift pillow and felt tears slip out of my eye. I rubbed my eye with my finger and was surprised I could even cry right now.

I tried to get myself to stop crying but I couldn't and I knew that I wouldn't be okay for a very long time. I didn't want Harry and I to lose what we had going because of this and I feel so selfish for feeling this way. I just want him to hold me, rub my back and hair, and tell me he loves me. I want him to tell me everything will be alright, but I know it's not. I feel selfishly for wishing that his attention would be only me but I know he's gotta be hurting, too.

I laid my head down deeper in the blanket and wept some more but eventually my breathing steadied and I fell asleep.

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"I'll see you soon, baby girl. Daddy and mommy will be back to take you to Disney soon!" I smile, as my almost three year old clings to me.

"I love you, mommy." She says, kissing my nose.

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