Harry's POV.

I was downstairs for a good 2 hours sitting in my own silence before I finally got up the courage to go and check on Ashlynn. I couldn't believe her Father was dead. I felt guilty partially. Like it was my fault like if we wouldn't be together they might have just maybe made up..but that was selfish of me to think like that.

I didn't know how she was going to be...this is a big thing; a tragic thing. But Ashlynn hated her Dad..but by all means that didn't mean she didn't love him. She loved everyone. She just wanted him to love her. I never understood why he openly couldn't. I know he cared about her..if he wouldn't of he would have never called her on her birthday. Right?

Then he killed himself. All these thoughts and emotions were running through my mind. Would there be a funeral? Did I need to go with her? I would be more then happy too I just didn't know if she would want me there...Would I meet her family at such a horrible time? Was it my place? Was she happy about this? Of course she wasn't..maybe she was. If she was, could I blame her? I was upset about all of this..he left her. She didn't deserve to be left. If there was one thing I got from all of this is that I would never leave her..ever.

I walked up the stairs in my flat to my room..I was worried what I would open up the door too. I think in that moment I was most worried that this would push Ash back into her depression. No stop it Harry. Don't think like that...don't let that happen. You can't let that happen.

I walked into my room to see her laying on my bed flat on her back staring at the fan spinning in circles. She hadn't flinched or moved a bit since I walked into the room. Her phone was thrown across the room and sitting by my closet. Her shoes were tossed off and her eyes were bloodshot. I didn't even know what to do for her.

"Babe..do you want some food? I can make something if you're hungry." I asked her hoping maybe if I talked about something else she would talk to me. I walked to where her head was lying and got on my knees next to the bed running my fingers through her hair.

She said nothing to me.

"We can watch a movie?" I added. Still playing with her hair.

Still nothing.

"Want me to leave you alone?" I asked.

"No." She said as she blinked a tear away.

I layed on the bed next to her also staring at the ceiling.

"Want to talk about all of this?" I asked her as I grabbed her hand that was placed on her stomach.

"No." she said as she held onto it back.

She layed there staring at the ceiling.
I layed there staring at her.
We both layed in silence.



Ashlynn's POV.

I layed in Harry's room tears silently rolling down my eyes. Come on Ashlynn..quit. He killed himself. He's dead. Get over it. He didn't love you anyway, he said it himself. Why am I being so pathetic? This happens to people..often. As sad as that was, I just don't think I am as affected as I should be. Maybe I didn't love him back. He was gone..it was for the better wasn't it?

I heard the door crack open slowly..I heard 4 loud steps towards the bed. As soon as I breathed in Harry's smell..I just wanted to break down a bit more. I didn't want to be his pathetic girlfriend that he had to deal with..I didn't want to be some girl he thought he loved who slipped back into depression.

I felt him stare at me for a bit while I stared at the ceiling before he finally came over to the side of the bed where my head lay. He kneeled down next to me and ran his fingers through my hair. I loved it when he did that.

"Babe..do you want some food? I can make something if you're hungry?" He asked me. I didn't say anything.

Implying I was in fact not hungry.

"We can watch a movie?" he asked..I couldn't even form proper words.

I said nothing to him.

"Want me to leave you alone?" he asked me.

Please don't leave harry..please stay with me.

"No." was all I could say.

"Want to talk about all of this?" He asked me as he grabbed a hold of my cold hand. His touch sent chills down my spine.

You mean how my Father is dead and how I feel like he is just doing it to torture me. Yes.

"No"

He layed in bed with me staring at me while I stared at the ceiling holding in my tears. I just wanted this to be a bad dream. Please let it all be a bad dream.

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