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!***

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69. Ice cream

" Hello love." Harry says walking out of the room he's rehearsing in. He's going to make this a thousand times harder. " We need to talk." I cut to the chase. " Those are never good words." He says. " I don't think this is going to work out." I tell him. He looks a little confused. " What do you mean?" He asks. " I don't think we should be together." I say. " Why?" He asks. " Because I knew it was wrong from the start." I answer his question. " I love you and I know that you love me, we've both made that clear." He says," I don't understand why it's wrong." He pulls me to him," Your band mates are in the other room and the only other person who knows is Niall." I mention. " I don't care." He says," Tell me why you are leaving." " I just don't think it's going to work out." I say again. " Why don't you come over later tonight and we'll talk about it over dinner?" He suggests, brushing a piece of hair out of my face. That usually doesn't mean just dinner, we haven't slept together since I got out of the hospital and he was gone the week after and he's been pressuring me about it more and more. " What did you want me here for again?" I ask considering he never told me. " I just told you." He says. " You could've just called." I say. " But then I wouldn't get to see you." He replies. " I get nothing accomplished when I talk to you." I sigh.
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" It's freezing." I comment. " That is an effect of ice cream." Harry says. " Then you hold it." I say giving him the bowl of ice cream. " Okay." He says gladly taking it then eating it. I laugh," What?" He asks. " Nothing." I say, he smiles. " You have ice cream..." I say before kissing him. " Why don't we go somewhere where it's not cold?" He suggests kissing my neck. " Like where?" I ask. " We could go upstairs." He says looking at me. " That sounds nice." I reply. " I knew you would say that." He says. We walk up the stairs to his room.
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