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?


36. Gone

Harry's POV

"I will do what I want! If you want me to stay in this band, I will not be told who to date!" Simon sat there and stared at me.

"Who is she?"

"Who is who?" I asked more calm now than before.

"The girl you like" Simon was equally as calm.

"I don't like her, I love her. No, I am in love with her. And your little 'Haylor' mix just lost her. She's gone. She'll never talk to me again." My eyes welled with unwanted tears and I wiped them from my face. Simon stood from his place behind his desk and approached me.

"Harry." I met his eyes. "Go get her. I've never seen you like this. Go and make her take you back. She might be exactly what the media wants. Go." He looked sincere and I took no time standing and striding to the door.

"And Harry?"

I turned to face him.

"Speak like that to me again, you'll be kicked out and forgotten. Understood?"

I quickly nodded, and hastily made to my car.


"Mr. Styles?" I faced the man. "This was found with the body. It has your name on it." He handed me a envelope with my name scribbled on the front. Her girlish writing was familiar to me. I flip the envelope in my hand and slid my finger across the seal. Pulling the paper from it's constraint, I unfolded it and began to read.


Hi. You probably hate me right now. I can imagine you saying, 'what the hell would you do this for' and all that but, in all reality, why wouldn't I? I was a drunk and a druggie. I couldn't afford my rent and I had no friends. I know exactly what you're thinking, 'I could've helped you'. But no, Harry, you couldn't have helped me because you are what ruined me. I love you so much it hurt to wake up without you. It hurt to eat, sleep or bathe. It hurt to think you were with her or that you didn't want me. I'm sorry I wasn't enough for you. That I wasn't pretty enough for you. Skinny enough or funny enough. Whatever it was, I'm sorry.

But now, I'm gone. No worries. You can go on with Taylor. She's skinny and pretty, like some sort of package, right? Ha ha ha.

I know, I know. 'This isn't funny Ash.'

I'm sorry Hazza. I love you. Always have, always will. I'll be watching down on you. Just look at the stars, and look at how they shine for you, for everything you do. And that will be me. I'll shine for you every night even if you don't notice, I'll be there.

Love you forever,


P.S. you look funny"

Tears streaked my face. Sobs racked my body. I fell to the floor and curled up into a ball. Ashlyn. My Ashlyn. Even though she was dead, she knew exactly what I was doing, what I was thinking. She tried with jokes to lighten the mood but how do you lighten what only makes you see grey?

She gave up on herself because she thought that I gave up on her.

I was too late.

She was dead.

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