Try Hard // h.s

Melanie had to get away from her disturbingy abusive home. Far away. When she runs away to the airport, flying to London, England, with no home to go to, she comes across a rather familiar looking passenger. Harry Styles. Will she finally have a place in London to stay? Will she fall in love with her new best friend?

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19. Ashton

I stood in the doorway to mine and Harry's bedroom as I watched him pack his bags. Why does he have to leave now?

"I can come back every break I get?" I hear Harry ask but barely notice his words. "Melanie? Mel?"

"Huh?" I snap my head to his direction, completely unfocused.

"Is that alright?"

"Is what alright?"

I hear him groan before he walks over to me. He places his hands upon either side of me and stares intently into my eyes. "I will come back every chance I get. I promise."

The sadness that had once occupied me had now crept back into my heart. Harry understood how I feel, and Gemma and Ms. Anne understand how I only want to be with my cousin. They understood that I can't have many things around me that will remind me of Harry because of the depression it will cause, and I don't want another miscarriage. But there were other reasons that I wanted to spend the time with Ashton.


I waved bye to Harry as he boarded the plane. When I arrived home, Ashton had already arrived and was awaiting me on my doorsteps. I was so relieved to see him. I dropped my hand from my face and instantaneously ran into his arms. I felt him wrap his arms around me and in that moment, in the comfort of my cousin's embrace, I began crying uncontrollably.

After we shared our moment, I invited Ashton inside. I made each of us a cup of Yorkshire Tea before explaining to him everything that had occurred since we last saw each other. The last time that Ash and I saw each other was before my parents had ever begun to abuse and molest me. The last time he saw me, my parents were nice.

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