The New It Girl *ON HOLD*

Ashley is a low-key heiress. Justin's a famous celebrity. They meet at his concert and every thing is just a story from there.
***This story is on hold and under going major editing. I'm trying to pick up the writing again, I promise!***


80. Fireworks in the rain

I'm not going to that party. I have things to do in the morning. I'm not going to that party I have things to do in the morning. I'm not going to that party, I have things to do in the morning. I pass by the house where the party's at and a car pulls out behind me. Good now all I have to do is go home, easy and simple. No, I'm lost now, I must've taken a wrong turn or something because I'm in the middle of nowhere and that car is still behind me. That car is being creepy. My phone started vibrating, I picked it up. " Hello?" I ask, it starts to rain. " You shouldn't be on the phone while you are driving." Justin says. " How do you know that I'm driving?" I question him. " Just pull over." He says. " But it's raining." I tell him. He's silent on the other end. " Fine." I mumble hanging up and pulling over. I hear a knock and look at my window to see Justin motioning me. Oh dear god, " Can I help yo-u." He pulls me out of the car. " Hey, what happened to your other car? It's gone." He smiles," It's raining!" He says wide eyed. " Yeah I can tell." I say. "Do you need something? And where am I?" "On a really windy road." He replies, he's still holding my hand. "Why?" I ask. "Because I like the rain and I know you do too!" " I used too." I say, he stopp/ swaying and looking up, and looks me in the eye. "Liar." He says. "I'm not. Now what do you want, I want to go home." I ask pulling my hand away trying to ignore the rain. " I thought we'd watch the fireworks." He tells me with a frown. " How did you know where I was?" I question letting him pull me up a hill. I hope Harry doesn't come up here to watch fireworks. What am I talking about!? I'm not cheating on Harry! No I am not, I don't like Justin. Not that way any way. Never again. "Justin." I stop walking. " I have to go home." He looks at me and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. His blonde hair is in his "swoop" is starting to fall because of the rain. "I don't think you should be with him." He says, the rain is now starting to pour. "Is that what you wanted to tell me?" I ask, slightly irritated, I hate the rain, and it's all because of him. He caused this, he caused me to crash the day he talked to me. He caused me to get drunk. He's the one who caused me to sleep with Harry. It's all his fault. "I couldn't care less about what you want." I tell him storming off, he grabs me arm and turns me around. " That's the thing, you say that but I know you do." "No I don't." I say harshly fighting tears that I force to not let fall. "Ashley, I have loved you and been there for you through everything. From him stalking you and him causing you to cry all those nights, and all the traveling, all the places we've been." He says, if he's crying I can't see it and I sure hope he can't see me crying. " We've been around the world and back, no one knows me like you do. I hate living everyday without being able to see you! I'm going through hell without you! I wake up every morning hoping you'd be there next to me or your text would be the first thing I see, but my hopes get crushed knowing that your with him, he's making you happy and not me. That he's feeling your kiss and not me. I can't stand it! I need to be the one who feels the warmth of your hand, who you can hide behind in a scary movie. I know what I did was wrong, I regret it everyday. When I look in the mirror I feel guilt, regret, and disappointment. I need that feeling to go away, I need you to make that feeling go away!" Tears are streaming down my cheeks, " I-I-I love you too." I tell him, his frown that looked like was permanently placed on his lips broke into a smile or whatever you'd like to call the happiness and relief that washed over his face. 

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