Goodnight Moon.
Drive.
Ashlynn’s POV.
I lay in the guest room bed unable to fall asleep from the excitement that was tonight. I could never hate Harry, but right now he was my least favorite person in this world. It was 4:37 AM and sleep was nowhere in my near future. I needed to get out of Holmes Chapel; I didn’t want to be here anymore. I wanted to be in my warm apartment in London. I needed someone to come get me and get me real early. I didn’t want to bother anyone from the group, especially with this problem I was currently facing. I didn’t want them to get involved because it was Harry and that is their friend. I googled cab serviced and set one up to come get me from Harry’s house at 6:30AM giving me enough time to pack my stuff up. Harry would go on his morning run with Gemma at 6AM and I would get my stuff then and leave while they were out. I just don’t know how else to leave.
It was inevitable my relationship after last night with Harry was over, we were over.I didn’t want that at all, I wanted to be able to run to him right now and tell him how much I loved him and how I forgave him…but after thinking about it that just can’t happen. I love him so much but that guy I met last night is not the guy I want to love. My heart was broken in a million unfixable pieces and I didn’t know what I was going to tell people, what I would tell my Mom, what I would tell his friends as to why I was never around anymore.
An hour and a half passed of me going back and forth in my head, walking more like pacing the room dreading 6:30 AM when I would drive away from the best thing that had ever happened to me. I walked out of the guest room dressed and ready to go after I heard Harry and Gemma leave for their run. I’m sure he was the most hung over he had ever been. I walked into his room to see the sheets ripped off the bed and his media center torn apart from the way his yesterday. He let it happen again, he let his anger get the best of him. All I’m still trying to figure out is what the hell changed. What did I do? I grabbed my things and packed them all in my suitcase. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I zipped my suitcase when I went through In my head what was happening to us. I stood up and looked at the things I had of his that I no longer had a right to. His Teenage Runaway sweater, his sweatpants, my camera strap, the LV bag I had died over, and the Moon charm he got me for my birthday. Yes, those things were gifts but I couldn’t bare to keep them after everything that had happened in such a short amount of time.
I went downstairs as quietly as I could careful not to wake Anne up and when I got to the kitchen to write the quick note I would leave Gem and Anne, Anne was already sitting there in tears drinking her coffee. She looked like she had seen a ghost and I hated seeing her like that.She looked up noticing me with my things and gave me a half smile and nodded her head.
“I figured you would be leaving this morning so I made you some breakfast to go.” She told me as she handed me pancakes and bacon wrapped up in tupperware. “Ashlynn, I am so sorry for what happened last night, Harry has never acted like that and in my wildest dreams I never thought I would see him that way.”Her tears killed me, she wasn’t the one who hurt me…Harry was. But I wasn’t the only one he hurt last night…he her hurt her too.
“I’m sorry you had to see it. I’m more sorry that he acted that way…I’ve never seen him like that either. But right now I just can’t be around him.” I confessed to her as my voice shook.
“I understand darling, I stand on what I said last night though. If you ever need anything you let me know!” she said as she hugged me.
“Thank you so much for everything.” I told her as I hugged her back. As I heard the honk from the cab outside I got my things and made my way out the door when Anne’s next words stopped me.
“Ashlynn…are you scared of him?” she asked.Honestly, I had no idea.I stood there and stared at her for a bit before answering.
“No. Not at all.” I told her.
“Do you still love him?” she asked me.
“With everything I have” I told her with tears now escaping my eyes. With those last words to who I thought would one day be my future mother in law I got in the cab and we drove off.
It’s not that I would never see Harry again, I knew I would. He lived 10 minutes from me and I knew that he would be by soon to try and talk this out. Right now, I just didn’t want to see him and I couldn’t. I sat in the back seat of the sweaty cab and cried as I picked off my nail polish. We came to a stoplight when I looked up to see Harry running the fastest I had ever seen him run, his face red with tears. He looked up at me and made eye contact with me from the street and his mouth fell agape when he mouthed the words ‘I love you. I’m sorry’ to me.Causing me to cry more I just nodded and watched him in the mirror as the cab drove off.
Harry’s POV.
It was 5:50AM and I hadn’t slept all night, all I did was trash my room and break all my shit. I hated myself for what I did and I knew she hated me for it. If I knew her, I knew that my words hurt her more than my hands and that I would be crazy to think we could recover from this. I ruined it.
I put on my Nikes and changed into running clothes and at 6AM Gemma knocked on my door ready for our run.
“Yeah.” Was all I said signaling her to come in.
“Ready?” she asked. She was mad at me, I knew it, and she had every right to be. Growing up Gem and I have had numerous talks about how I would never turn into my Father, and last night that is exactly what I did. I can’t even imagine how my mom feels right now. I walked out my bedroom and followed her downstairs to the street and we ran 2 miles before I finally asked the burning question.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked knowing she was. She just kept running and finally spoke.
“I’m so mad at you right now I could run you over with my fucking car because you are the biggest fucking idiot I have ever met in my entire life. “ OUCH.
“I know Gem. I’m sorry about last night.” I didn’t know what else to say to fix this.
“Whatever, you didn’t leave bruises on my arms. I’m fine. “ She said to me knowing that would ignite all the guilt I had in me. I felt the tears stream down my face and ran harder and faster than I ever have.
I needed to see Ashlynn. I needed to apologize and see where we stood, that if she would ever consider giving me the time of day. I got to a crosswalk and waited for the walk light. I saw a yellow cab, something uncommon in Holmes Chapel, and there she was. The love of my life in a car driving away.
She looked up and it was obvious she had been crying I looked at her causing her to cry more. I mouthed the words ‘I love you. I’m sorry’ and she looked at me and nodded her head knowing how sorry I was and then they drove off. I knew I couldn’t undo last night and I couldn’t fix what I had done. I just needed to give her the space she deserved to have and I needed to fix what I knew I broke with my Mother last night.
Gemma finally caught up with me and we ran another mile home and I ran upstairs to cry in my shower when I found all of the gifts, my clothes, and the moon charm I had given her. I think that was when it all set in that she was gone, when her stuff was sitting neatly in a pile together that she had left for me.
She hates me and right now I hate me too.
I lay in the guest room bed unable to fall asleep from the excitement that was tonight. I could never hate Harry, but right now he was my least favorite person in this world. It was 4:37 AM and sleep was nowhere in my near future. I needed to get out of Holmes Chapel; I didn’t want to be here anymore. I wanted to be in my warm apartment in London. I needed someone to come get me and get me real early. I didn’t want to bother anyone from the group, especially with this problem I was currently facing. I didn’t want them to get involved because it was Harry and that is their friend. I googled cab serviced and set one up to come get me from Harry’s house at 6:30AM giving me enough time to pack my stuff up. Harry would go on his morning run with Gemma at 6AM and I would get my stuff then and leave while they were out. I just don’t know how else to leave.
It was inevitable my relationship after last night with Harry was over, we were over.I didn’t want that at all, I wanted to be able to run to him right now and tell him how much I loved him and how I forgave him…but after thinking about it that just can’t happen. I love him so much but that guy I met last night is not the guy I want to love. My heart was broken in a million unfixable pieces and I didn’t know what I was going to tell people, what I would tell my Mom, what I would tell his friends as to why I was never around anymore.
An hour and a half passed of me going back and forth in my head, walking more like pacing the room dreading 6:30 AM when I would drive away from the best thing that had ever happened to me. I walked out of the guest room dressed and ready to go after I heard Harry and Gemma leave for their run. I’m sure he was the most hung over he had ever been. I walked into his room to see the sheets ripped off the bed and his media center torn apart from the way his yesterday. He let it happen again, he let his anger get the best of him. All I’m still trying to figure out is what the hell changed. What did I do? I grabbed my things and packed them all in my suitcase. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I zipped my suitcase when I went through In my head what was happening to us. I stood up and looked at the things I had of his that I no longer had a right to. His Teenage Runaway sweater, his sweatpants, my camera strap, the LV bag I had died over, and the Moon charm he got me for my birthday. Yes, those things were gifts but I couldn’t bare to keep them after everything that had happened in such a short amount of time.
I went downstairs as quietly as I could careful not to wake Anne up and when I got to the kitchen to write the quick note I would leave Gem and Anne, Anne was already sitting there in tears drinking her coffee. She looked like she had seen a ghost and I hated seeing her like that.She looked up noticing me with my things and gave me a half smile and nodded her head.
“I figured you would be leaving this morning so I made you some breakfast to go.” She told me as she handed me pancakes and bacon wrapped up in tupperware. “Ashlynn, I am so sorry for what happened last night, Harry has never acted like that and in my wildest dreams I never thought I would see him that way.”Her tears killed me, she wasn’t the one who hurt me…Harry was. But I wasn’t the only one he hurt last night…he her hurt her too.
“I’m sorry you had to see it. I’m more sorry that he acted that way…I’ve never seen him like that either. But right now I just can’t be around him.” I confessed to her as my voice shook.
“I understand darling, I stand on what I said last night though. If you ever need anything you let me know!” she said as she hugged me.
“Thank you so much for everything.” I told her as I hugged her back. As I heard the honk from the cab outside I got my things and made my way out the door when Anne’s next words stopped me.
“Ashlynn…are you scared of him?” she asked.Honestly, I had no idea.I stood there and stared at her for a bit before answering.
“No. Not at all.” I told her.
“Do you still love him?” she asked me.
“With everything I have” I told her with tears now escaping my eyes. With those last words to who I thought would one day be my future mother in law I got in the cab and we drove off.
It’s not that I would never see Harry again, I knew I would. He lived 10 minutes from me and I knew that he would be by soon to try and talk this out. Right now, I just didn’t want to see him and I couldn’t. I sat in the back seat of the sweaty cab and cried as I picked off my nail polish. We came to a stoplight when I looked up to see Harry running the fastest I had ever seen him run, his face red with tears. He looked up at me and made eye contact with me from the street and his mouth fell agape when he mouthed the words ‘I love you. I’m sorry’ to me.Causing me to cry more I just nodded and watched him in the mirror as the cab drove off.
Harry’s POV.
It was 5:50AM and I hadn’t slept all night, all I did was trash my room and break all my shit. I hated myself for what I did and I knew she hated me for it. If I knew her, I knew that my words hurt her more than my hands and that I would be crazy to think we could recover from this. I ruined it.
I put on my Nikes and changed into running clothes and at 6AM Gemma knocked on my door ready for our run.
“Yeah.” Was all I said signaling her to come in.
“Ready?” she asked. She was mad at me, I knew it, and she had every right to be. Growing up Gem and I have had numerous talks about how I would never turn into my Father, and last night that is exactly what I did. I can’t even imagine how my mom feels right now. I walked out my bedroom and followed her downstairs to the street and we ran 2 miles before I finally asked the burning question.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked knowing she was. She just kept running and finally spoke.
“I’m so mad at you right now I could run you over with my fucking car because you are the biggest fucking idiot I have ever met in my entire life. “ OUCH.
“I know Gem. I’m sorry about last night.” I didn’t know what else to say to fix this.
“Whatever, you didn’t leave bruises on my arms. I’m fine. “ She said to me knowing that would ignite all the guilt I had in me. I felt the tears stream down my face and ran harder and faster than I ever have.
I needed to see Ashlynn. I needed to apologize and see where we stood, that if she would ever consider giving me the time of day. I got to a crosswalk and waited for the walk light. I saw a yellow cab, something uncommon in Holmes Chapel, and there she was. The love of my life in a car driving away.
She looked up and it was obvious she had been crying I looked at her causing her to cry more. I mouthed the words ‘I love you. I’m sorry’ and she looked at me and nodded her head knowing how sorry I was and then they drove off. I knew I couldn’t undo last night and I couldn’t fix what I had done. I just needed to give her the space she deserved to have and I needed to fix what I knew I broke with my Mother last night.
Gemma finally caught up with me and we ran another mile home and I ran upstairs to cry in my shower when I found all of the gifts, my clothes, and the moon charm I had given her. I think that was when it all set in that she was gone, when her stuff was sitting neatly in a pile together that she had left for me.
She hates me and right now I hate me too.
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