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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10. Sideways Stare

Harry's POV

I completely regret writing that letter. I swear I would've rather had gotten drunk and had sex with some random girl then write every emotion I've ever had towards Ashalee in one hodge-podge of all my drunken love and glory.

God, I am so stupid.

I walk towards the front door to the studio, IPC UK, it read. God, this is horrible. As soon as I walk into the building I head towards the elevator to get to third floor where all the radio station's recording is done. I can see the doors are already closing, "Damn it."

This elevator has to be the longest in the history of the world. I run to try and catch the door sticking my hand in and sliding in. Ashalee stands there in the corner, my body halfway through the two doors.

"Hi." She says.

"Uh..." I scrambled out of the elevator and watched the doors close.

"I'll just catch the next one." I mumbled and Ashalee's piercing blue eyes watch me as I stumble back. I watch as they disappear behind the doors. All we ever seem to do is watch each other.

I grabbed my head, running my hands through my hair combing my fingers and pushing the fallen strands back into their place.

"I'll leave, call in sick." I mumbled and turned to leave from where I came but then Aubrey saw me.

"Harry, you've been sick mate?"

I coughed, "Uh, yeah but I'm better now."

Aubrey nodded, and continued to his office. Shit, he saw me, if I leave now I'm going to be in a lot of trouble. Now Ashalee was expecting to see me as well up there. Do a fucking radio show with her and act like nothing is going on.

~~~

I closed out the show with some witty banter and the two of us smiled at each other. But it was all fake, people were watching us as they rushed down the hall. If my voice cracked people on the other end of their radios could tell.

When it ended Ashalee began to dig through her bag and pulled my letter from it. She balled it up and threw it at me.

"Move on Harry, please, for me."

I stood up, "I had, I was just drunk."

"Drunk or not, you still feel this way." She raised her voice. Ashalee went on, "You left a fucking rose Harry."

"I know." I let some hair fall in front of my face and gave her a crooked smile, "I know." A sideways stare embedded in a confused face made me take in her dazed expression. "I know."  I repeated again.

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