Over Again


Ashlyn Rose was your typical hormonal teenager, She did typical teenager things; listened and played music, hung-out with friends and obsessed over boys. There was this one boy in particular though, who changed Ashlyn's world upside-down. But with him gone, she finds herself lost; with no one to trust. When she could potentially find love again will she let them in? or lock them out?


25. 106

Harry's POV

The paramedics burst in and whisked Ashlyn off towards the hospital. I begged to go with her; begged and begged. But I was needed here for questioning. They asked me all sorts of questions; who are you to her? Does she have any family? Do you know if this might have happened before? Was she depressed?


The word hang in my head. Over and over it played. Did I drive Ashlyn to trying to commit suicide? Without the need to bring my fingers to my face, I knew I was crying. Tears silently falling from my eyes; trailing down my cheek. 


"I loved her. I drove her to this." 

"Sir, she will be okay. Now we have a few more questions, so if you will." The officers directed me back to reality and back to the questions about my Ashlyn. 

"Thank you for your cooperation Mr. Styles. You may go and see her now. She was admitted to the General Hospital. You will find her there." I turned and sprinted towards my car. Before I had the chance to approach it I was stopped. 

"And Mr. Styles?" I looked at the officer. "Best of luck to the two of you." I shot him a genuine smile before rushing the rest of the way to my car. 

I inserted and turned the key in the ignition. The car came to a quiet start and I started towards the hospital.

"Ashlyn Rose?" 

The lady behind the counter busied herself by finding Ashlyn's files. When she found what she was looking for, she pulled it out and laid it down on the counter. She flipped open the cover and began to search. 

"Ah," she said "room 106. Down this corridor here, and take your third left. When you reach the cafeteria, keep going. You'll soon find a hall labeled 'West Wing' that's the hall you take to find her. Best of luck."

Taking it all in, I set off on my crazy journey to Ashlyn's room. You would have thought that she'd have drawn me a map of some sort but no. I'm basically clueless on where to go. 

"West Wing." I murmur again and again under my breath. Until finally, the sign read 'West Wing'. Relieved, I searched for Ashlyn's room. 106.


106. This was it.

Readying myself, I pushed the door open and what I saw almost sent me to my knees. 

Ashlyn, my sweet Ashlyn. Hooked up to many machines all buzzing, beeping and whirring. She had an oxygen cord attached to her nose and and IV drip attached to her arm. She lay there peaceful like. She looked like she was sleeping. Maybe she was, who knew. Well the doctor's probably but that's beside the point. My point being, I didn't know. I had no idea how Ashlyn was doing and that was making me uneasy. I needed to know if she was going to be okay. I needed to know how long she'll be here. I needed to know when I could hold her.

Hug her.

Kiss her.

Tell her that I love her.

I wasn't sure before, but now? Now I am 100% positive that I am madly and deeply in love with Ashlyn Marie Rose. 

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