Fighting To Love

"Every family, friend, couple fight. But we can make it through this." I said. "Even though you hated me at first." He said. "You're never gonna let that go are you?" I asked. He shook his head.
{Fighting To Love is the sequel to Everything about him|ashton Irwin| I would recommend reading everything about him|ashton Irwin| first}


11. Chapter Eleven

Ashley's POV

"Hey aunt Jess!" I said over the phone. "Honey, there's something we have to tell you." She said. "Alright?" I replied. "Honey, it's about your father." She said. "What happened?" I asked. "Honey, your father had a heart attack, and he didn't make it through the night." She said. I dropped the phone.

"Hey babe... Hey, what's wrong." Ashton said. I laid on the bed, hysterical crying. "Babe. What's wrong." He said again. I didn't answer.

"I have to plan a funeral." I said. "What?" Ashton asked. "My dad. He... He... Had a heart attack." I said, trying to stop crying. "Babe. I am so sorry. Is there anything I can do?" Ashton asked. "I need to go back to LA." I said. "And we will all come." He said. "No, no, you need to stay. You need to continue touring." I said. "I refuse to. He was about to be my dad too. I am going." He said. I nodded.


Once we got off the plane, we went right to my aunts house. "Aunt Jess!" I yelled, running to her. "Honey, I am so sorry." She said, holding me.


It was the day of the funeral, and Ashton, Jackie, Lauren and I were all waiting for the guys. Calum walked in finally, with Kyla. Then Luke with taylor, and Michael with Brook. "Ash, I'm so sorry." Taylor said, hugging me. The guys were all wearing black suits. Taylor, Brook, Kyla, Jackie, Lauren, Rachel and I were all wearing black dresses.


"We are here today, to say our final goodbyes to Scott Jonathan Green. A husband, a father, a grandfather, a brother, and an uncle." The man who is doing the funeral said.

"To say a few words, Ashley green, will say words." He said. "I took Ashton's hand in mine, and we walked up together. "Ashley is here with her fiancé, Ashton, Lauren, Ashton's sister, her sister Rachel, and her daughter Jaclyn." He said.

"Hello, my father was a good man. He was not only a business man, but he was a father, a grandfather, an uncle, and an amazing person. I was on tour with Ashton when I found out he had passed. I now, have no parents. My father left too soon." I said, clearing my throat. "As many times as we fought, as many times that I said I hated him, I always loved him, and always will." I said, letting a tear slip.

"Mr. Green was an amazing person. He hated me in the beginning, but once he saw how happy I made Ashley, he liked me. I got his permission to marry his daughter." He said, holding my hand tighter. "And he will be missed dearly." He said. "I want to say one more thing." I said. "My father, sadly, will miss seeing his second grandchild grow up. And... He won't be able to walk me down the aisle." I said, crying.


"Your father was a good man." A woman said. "I wish you and your family luck in life. And congratulations." She said. "Thank you." I said.

"Now it's time to say our final goodbyes. You can now come up to the casket." The man said. Ashton, Rachel, Jackie, Lauren, Michael, brook, Calum, Kyla, Luke and taylor all walked up. I saw my dad lying there, and covered my mouth with my hand, and cried. "Dad." I said, between tears. "Come on." Michael said behind me.

We got to the restaurant, and we all sat together. I sat at the table, expressionless. I just sat there in shock. "Ashley, babe." Someone said. I turned my head to them. "Babe, you know he's in a better place." Ashton said. I didn't say anything.

We got back on the plane, and I sat there, again expressionless. Just sat there. Blank face. Ashton took my hand in his, and I didn't even notice. "Babe, I think you should go to therapy." Ashton said. I nodded.


"Hi Ashley, I'm Dr. Welsh." The woman said. "Alright. Have a seat." She said. I sat down. "Alright, so, tell me, what was your father like?" She asked. I didn't say anything. She took my hands in hers. "Honey, I know what you're going through. But you need to talk. Please." She said. "My dad was a good man. Strict. But good. Pushed us to what what he wanted us to do." I replied.

"Why are you so upset?" She asked. "Because my dad wants me to do everything, go to Harvard, become a lawyer. And. I didn't. I didn't follow his dream. And it's all my fault." I said. "Ashley, none of this is your fault. Your father had a heart condition." She said. "Just know, nothing is your fault." She said. "He won't walk me down the aisle." I said, crying. She sat next to me, and I leaned on her shoulder and cried.

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