Uncontrollable Desires: A 1D Fanfic (Completed)

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Race

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Chapter Thirty-Two: The Race

**Ashlyn's POV**

I gave into the temptation of opening the letter and now I couldn't get Harry out of my head. He told me to remember our memories together and that's what I was doing. Even as I cried into my bed, my tears staining everything, the memories of Harry and me being together brought on more tears. I wanted to hate Harry. I wanted to not feel anything towards the boy with curly hair.

Even thinking about hating Harry brought bitter laughter to my lips. I couldn't ever hate Harry. I could hate his actions, his decisions, his less than logical thinking at times, but I could never really hate Harry.

I clutched the letter to my chest and read over the beautiful handwriting again. He loves me. He loves me. He wants me. My heart gave a squeeze as I turned around on my bed, bathing in thoughts of Harry's love. I could take him back. I would take him back.

"Harry Styles, oh how you make me crazy," I said to the air in my room, smiling widely at the thought of his arms around me. I'd make sure I had his arms around me again. And soon.

I swung my legs off my bed and jumped onto my feet. A shower would definitely come before meeting up with Harry. I looked around the room for my cellphone, wondering where I left it last. I wanted to send Harry a text of when to meet up tonight. I didn't want to forgive him through a text, I wanted it to be special. If I could only find my phone and tell him to meet me.

**Harry's POV**

The ground was a long way down from the top of the roof of Adams Inc. Actually, it wasn't even Adams Inc anymore. It was Steve's building, he'd probably rename it later.

There weren't many people below me. Definitely not enough to start a commotion about me being up here. Besides, no one noticed me standing on the edge yet. There were, however, a large rush of car approaching. They'd make a good crowd.

It's funny how things work out in life. You screw up and it follows you forever, but when you try to do something good it's treated like anything else in the world. I made my share of mistakes, god I made a lot, but did that make me a bad person? Did I really deserve the hate and anger that had been directed towards me? The silent treatment that lads gave me, even when they know I hate it more than anything else they could have possibly done.

I dialed Ashlyn's cellphone number again. Still no answer. Typical. Everyone was still ignoring me.

Angrily, I typed out a text message to the lads and Ashlyn:

Maybe after today you'll realize just how much silence hurts, especially after there's nothing but silence from me.

I hit send. I didn't allow myself to think back on what I was sending out to them. I hated them. I wanted them to know that. I wanted them to know that my blood would be on their hands. I smiled down at my cellphone in my hand and chucked it down over the edge of the building. A couple seconds later the satisfying crash of my phone hitting the ground followed by startled gasps drifted up to me. I had already updated my twitter. The world would know about Harry Style's and his last goodbye.

**Liam's POV**

The damn driver was not driving fast enough. I couldn't sit still. We needed to get to Adams Inc NOW.

I looked at the boys who were looking just as nervous as I was. Even Zayn who's usually more composed woke up and is now chewing on his bottom lip. Louis is an emotional wreck along with Niall and I'm just trying to focus on getting Harry.