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Chapter 42

Ashlyn's POV

I was happy to just go home with Harry after that dinner. I really don't want to deal with that right now. I just want to be happy with Harry. I don't want to keep bringing up the past. It just really hurt knowing that they knew what was going on for awhile. They should have done something to stop it. They really have no idea what all I had to go through. When I got with Harry it was coming up for a breath of fresh air. I know I'll never have to go back to living that way. They should have done something though. They've never done the right thing for me though. I guess I'm not really surprised. They did whatever my mother wanted. She always wanted a better social image. I'm so glad I'm nothing like her.

The past few days Harry has been trying to make this all better for me. I'm thankful for that. He defiantly knows how to distract me. He seems to do that even when I need to think about certain things.

Harry went to his last practice before we leave tonight. I still need to pack out things. He asked me to grab somethings for him. I don't mind though. He didn't tell me exactly what to pack though. I might wait till he's back here. I've felt off since he woke me up. I started to feel nauseous, worse than I was before. I jumped out of bed, running into our bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. I didn't think I was getting sick. After a few minutes I stopped, leaning back against the wall. I grabbed a towel off the counter, wiping my mouth. I felt my stomach start to grumble. What the fuck? This is so weird. I don't get it. I'm sure it's nothing. I got up, walking back into our bedroom. I really need to get this all done. I really need to get dressed too. I threw on some lazy clothes since we're going to be in the car for a little bit. I pulled a bag out of our closet, putting some of our clothes in it. I was pretty much done with mine when I heard the our front door close. I smiled a little bit. I know he's back home. I love being here with him. A part of me is happy we wasn't here while I was throwing up. I know he would have been worried but I feel fine now. I'm just hungry. I looked up and saw him walk into our room. He smiled, walking over to me. He wrapped his arms around me, kissing my nose, "You're so beautiful."

I can't help but smile, "I love you."

He softly pecked my lips, "I love you."

He tightened his arms around me as I laid my head against his chest. I love being able to do this. He makes me feel safe. He kissed the top of my head, "Are you sure you want to go this weekend?"

I nodded, looking back up at him, "I want to meet your friends. Do you want to go?"

"Yes. I just don't want them to bother you."

"I'm sure it will be fine."

He started to smirk a little bit, "Maybe I'll keep you to myself in our bedroom there for a little bit."

I smiled, "I don't think I would mind."

"I would hope not. We're going to be a little busy the next two weekends."

"Is your fight already next weekend?"

He nodded, "Are you still going?"

I tightened my arms around him, "Of course I am. I love supporting you there even if it's a little hard."

He softly pecked my lips, "I get it, love. I do love having you there."

I smiled, "You should really start getting ready so we can leave."

He left a wet, sloppy kiss on my cheek. I made a weird face, wiping my cheek as he pulled away chuckling. He started to move away when I grabbed onto his shirt. He smiled, looking back at me, "You better not do it to me."

I laughed, pressing my lips against his. I felt him smile into the kiss, cupping my face in his hands. I love it when he's like this. Hopefully it lasts all weekend. I wrapped my arms around his torso. He's being so gentle right now. I can't help but smile. He just makes me so happy. He pulled away, "I really need to get ready, love."