Love in a Package

--SEQUEL TO LOVED--
Ashalee was in love. Everything seemed to be perfect but she decided, that instead of venturing with that love to places far, she had said no denying that love. Harry Styles, didn't expect to see the girl who broke his heart ever again, let alone have her working with him co-hosting a radio show. But she's back in his life again. She's with someone else. But Harry still desires her, his flames never died, he sends his love. First in a letter, then it turns into something more.

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7. Ever Fall In Love

Harry's POV

After the evening show with Ashalee I didn't even feel capable of driving home. I mean I had to because Kris doesn't really appreciate it when we sleep over night in the studio-I would know, I've done it once. I mean he gets really worked up, he needs a drink or something because he is just too up tight sometimes. Honestly I needed a drink. I really needed a drink.

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I rummaged through my my cabinet. A good bottle of wine sat there collecting dust, I got it from Zayn as a birthday present some years back and wine tastes the best when it has aged for awhile. I needed something strong to take my mind away. Just for a few hours. Then I could call in sick tomorrow and then get over the massive hangover I'm about to trust upon myself.

I don't think I could ever face her again. I mean I will have to in a day or two but, now I just can't. Why the hell is this so hard?

I took a huge mug that was just sitting on the counter and popped the cork from the bottle. I took a long sniff and smiled. Feeling dizzy already and poured it watching the dark liquid fill the mug.

I don't even care anymore.

I just gulped it until the mug looked clean again. Eventually I just took the whole bottle and shoved it down my throat feeling it burn my insides. Giving me that edge, but it wasn't to go out and find a one night stand to get my mind off of "the girl" or even just cry my eyes out, something I've refused to do for a long time.

I did something so completely and utterly stupid.

I mumbled to myself as I rushed from room to room looking for a piece of paper. I found a blank sheet lying tucked away under my laptop sitting on my bed. Pen. Or a pencil. I had paper but needed something to write with. My mind was a mess but somehow I managed to find a bright blue highlighter and began to write.

I wrote and wrote, stuff sober Harry would never say. If my mind wasn't clouded my the wine, and my heart wasn't pumping alcohol through the blood stream then maybe I wouldn't have done it. I know I wouldn't have done it.

I penned everything out on this piece of paper. Front and back. It bled through a bit but at this point I couldn't give a fuck. Or I was too drunk to anyway.

Hell. Writing was amazing, my jumbled mind could release onto this paper. I see why so many great authors we funny in the head. Because when you're funny in the head, damn, you write the best stories.

That's what I did.

It seemed like a hundred hours when my last sentence was inked onto the page and I finally set the marker down (I just threw it on the floor) and then passing out into the warm confines of my bed. The empty wine bottle just sit there waiting to be tossed now, all the liquid consumed. Every drop gone.

I scanned over the letter, I read it again, then again , then again, even sang it turning it into a catchy song. My voice cracked on the same parts and others I read over, smooth, like tea going down the throat.

I began to nuzzle into my pillow, it seeming like the only safe haven from my thoughts and believe me, being drunk made your thoughts more obvious and spin around in your head. A few times I thought I would throw up but I just gagged, but then my body would settle down.

I kissed the paper good night-because there was nobody else to kiss goodnight to besides the blank night sky-and then I slept. I wonder how I would feel when I wake up. Like straight ass, that's was how I would soon feel.

The song, Ever Fall In Love, was on loop in my head. The chorus was going on and on and on.

Ever fall in love with someone you shouldn't of fallen in love with?

Yes. Yes I had. And the worst thing about when a guy truly falls in love is that they can never actually let that girl go. Even twenty years later when the guy is married with kids if he sees that girl, he goes weak in the knees.

Ashalee was the only girl I ever truly needed like the air that I breathed. And when you run out of air, you die.

 

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