Uncontrollable Desires: A 1D Fanfic (Completed)

Chapter Thirty One: Goodbye

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Chapter Thirty One: Goodbye

**Ashlyn's POV**

A couple teenage girls were banging against my living room windows. I could see signs of the boys faces, more than half the crowd crying their faces off, hoping for even a glance at the boys. I was starting to get really annoyed by it all. They needed to get away from my house before I turn the sprinklers on blast. In fact, I might just do that...

I was busy gleaming at my evil plan brewing in my head, I could only imagine the faces the girls would make as the water would ruin their clothes and make up, when I heard loud, clunky footsteps behind me.

"Jeffery, how bad would it be to play a small trick on the girls outside?" I asked, chuckling at the thought of turning on the sprinklers. The switch wasn't that far from the front door. No one would notice.

"It'd be a sight to see," the soft familiar voice filled the air instead of Jeffery's. I bit my lip, I did not want to turn around and see him right now. "Ashlyn, please," Harry begged quietly.

I watched the girls on the other side of the window. Obviously they couldn't see Harry as they weren't in a too high frenzy. I suddenly wished I could be on the other side of the glass looking into the house at a girl who I didn't have to be. But the girl standing in the same room as Harry Styles was me and I had no where to escape to. No glass to protect me with.

"Don't tell me you're ignoring me as well," Harry said bitterly. "Are all of you in on the same game? Ignoring me?"

For a moment I felt sorry for him. If the boys were all ignoring him then he really was being cast out. I knew how close knitted the boys all were. Still though, knowing Harry was being fully ignored broke my heart. The boys were supposed to all stick together. ONE Direction...

I felt myself caving. Wanting to give into Harry. Wanting to turn around and apologize to him for everything. The fights, the yelling, the end of his career. Everything. It was my fault in the end. I was their manager. I just didn't do a good job. I wanted to turn around and kiss him more than I've ever wanted to kiss someone. Part of me craved his every curl and flaw.

"I hope you have a good life Ashlyn. I'm sorry about your company," Harry whispered to me, his voice sending chills down my spine. I wanted to stop the way his voice wavered as he spoke.

I just couldn't get myself to turn around. I couldn't bring myself to look at Harry's green eyes that I knew were planted firmly on me, waiting for me to turn around.

"Goodbye Ashlyn," Harry spoke slowly, each word perfected with his accent. I could hear the departure in his voice and his retreating steps. He was leaving. Giving up.

My heart clenched at the same time my fists did. Who was I to stand in front of a multi-million dollar boy of One Direction and not look at him?! To not speak to him.

"Harry..," I heard myself whisper, my body turning, but I was too late. Harry was gone and in his place a small envelope. Intrigued, I walked over and picked it up, his neat handwriting decorating the back side. It read:

Ashlyn, I'm sorry.

My hands shook as my eyes watered with tears. I couldn't bring myself to open it at that moment. I needed time. How could Harry do this to me? Still, even when he was gone, he made my heart race. He made me think.

He made me love him.

**Louis's POV**

I hated what I had done. Harry was my best mate. We had plenty of rough patches over the course of our years together. And yet I played along with the other lads, ignoring Harry as if he didn't exist.