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The Letter

Chapter 2

I can’t believe Harry fucking Styles is coming to my house!! MY fucking house?! Why’s he even still in town? Why does he want to see me??? Dear god I can feel a panic attack coming on but I’ll live. My dad’s gone for work, and I’m waiting. I hear my phone go off, it’s singing Somebody Else by the 1975. “Hello?” I say into it.
H: hey, it’s me… where do you live…? I forgot to ask.
His voice sounded embarrassed.
Me: Oh haha… I’ll text you the address. See you soon, bye.



I panicked. Fucking hell. I texted him my address and just a few minutes later my doorbell rang. I double checked my hair and body, making sure I looked somewhat attractive. I opened the door and there was the tall, shoulder length dark brown haired man that was Harry Styles. I just stared at his presence. It felt like I was in the same room as royalty. “Can I come in? Before the paps find me…?” He laughed awkwardly, flipping his hair to the left side of his head. “Oh yeah! Yeah! Sorry.” I said, scared out of my mind.




“I’m sorry about the mess, oh god this is horrible I apologize greatly.” My voice was trembling. “Oh no, it’s fine, I understand, short notice.” He laughed. I showed him to my room and we sat on my bed. My room was sleek, I’m really good at keeping it clean. “Your room’s nice, it suits you.” He chuckled. I smiled. I was still so nervous. “Oh god how rude of me, would you like some coffee? Tea? Soda? Anything?” I asked and he shook his head. “I’m going to make myself some tea, I’ll be right back.”





I walked out of my room and to the kitchen. I took two anxiety pills and made some tea. I could feel myself relaxing. I walked back into my room and flopped on a chair I had in the corner. “Why are you still in town?” I ask. “Well I figured I’d wait until I can meet you before I leave. Considering our “Break” started last week.” Dear god don’t remind me. “What’s that?” He asked, pointing to the turned around cardboard cutout of himself. “NOTHING.” I say defensively. “No! What is it?” He asks again. I groan and turn in around. My face turns red. Fucking hell why did I leave that out.





“Awe that’s adorable. I can’t believe you still have one.” He giggled. “I used to tell it good night and to have a good day, and yeah.” Why did I say that? Fuck I’m an idiot. “Well now you can tell me to have a good day and good night.” He winked and my face became pale. The doorbell rang. Thank god. “I’ll get it.” I said and rushed down the hall to the living room, and opened the door. “Ashley darling, it’s so good to see you!” My aunt shouted and hugged my tightly.





“Where’s your father? I’ve got to speak with him.” “He’s at work aunt Krissy.” I said, nervous she would tell my dad that there’s a boy in my house, even if she didn’t know. “Well shit. Have you got any tea made darling? I’m parched.” My aunt, my mom’s sister, is the only one alive on that side of the family, with that being said, she was the favorite and she was filthy rich. Every 6-8 months she’d come to Seattle, from New York, and take me shopping. I was able to get anything I wanted and it was amazing.





“It reeks of expensive cologne Ashley, who’s here?” She jerks her head to turn to me. “No one.” I say fast and quietly. “Ashley. Get him out here.” She demands and I walk into my bedroom and ask Harry to come out. “Harry, this is my aunt Krissy, Krissy, this is Harry Styles.” I say shyly. “We’ve met before.” She smirks. “Excuse me?” I ask and turn my head to her. “He held a party at my estate. Nice to see you again Harry.” “You as well Krissy.” “I knew that smell was familiar. Ashley, I came here, one for our annual shopping time, and two to ask if you wanted to move in with me.”




I looked at her confused, “Sooner or later your father is going to beat you to death, and the courts are stupid won’t do shit about it, so if you’re willing, since you’re no longer a minor, I’d like for you to move in with me.” “Uh… I mean, I love the offer, but Seattle is my home.” I laughed awkwardly. “ Yes, of course, but New York is just as amazing, and you want to model, correct? New York is the fashion capital of the world.” “I’ll think on it tonight, dad should be home soon. I’m going to tell him you brought Harry so that I don’t get in trouble.”





And as if on cue my dad walks in, “Krissy, who the fuck is this?” He hisses and points to Harry. “He seems like a probable suitor for Ashley, I brought him along this time.” She smiled and my dad groaned. “We’re going out to dinner, Ashley put on something nice. You too, Mark.” My aunt hissed at my dad. I walked off in the direction of my room, Harry was following me and I turned around and told him to stay.



My aunt always takes us to the nicest restaurant in Seattle when she visits. One time they wouldn’t let me in because I had a dress shirt on instead of a dress, it was annoying. I put on a nice Valentino dress, and some pumps and quickly fixed my makeup. I asked if I looked alright and Harry was speechless, he just kept staring at me, it was adorable. “Let’s go then! I’ve got the short limo out front darlings.





We all walked outside and piled into the short limo, it takes 10-15 minutes to get there from our house. Harry and I talked for most of the way, but I was still so nervous. The limo stopped and the door was opened, there it was, the best place in town. “The food here is to die for.” Harry spoke. “So are the drinks.” My dad laughed and I rolled my eyes. We sat down at the table my aunt always reserves for us, “Now Mark, before you run off to get alcohol, I want to tell you, I’ve asked Ashley to move to New York with me.” My aunt said. “No. Absolutely not.” My dad barked. “But she’s no longer a minor, she can do as she pleases.” My dad just got up and walked to the bar.





“I want to aunty, but look at him.” I spoke softly. “Look at him? Doing what? Drinking his life away? Hitting you? Ashley, darling please. You deserve a better life.” I look over at Harry, “What should I do?” I whisper. “I’m in New York more than I’m in Seattle.” He spoke and I sighed. “Okay, I’ll go.” “Oh great! Your things are already being packed.” My aunt smiled.

Notes

Ashley's outfit Part 1
Sorry I haven't updated! I'll start to do more now! My work schedule is insane, but it's dying down!
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Ashley's outfit Part 2
Ashley's room

Comments

Moreeeee pleaseeee

Sierra99 Sierra99
2/23/16

I like this story already!

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2/18/16