A few months later
**Matty's P.O.V**
"Well I guess that's fucking it then," I say slamming my phone down on the table, on my phone screen was an Instagram post from Peder, it was Ashley from the back, in underwear, she painting or something, the caption is 'she's a keeper'.
"Oh my word," Jamie says in disbelief, "and she hasn't talked to you in months? You haven't even officially broken up?"
I shake my head, "it's fucking ridiculous, why would she do this, why would she take him back," I put my head in my hands.
She had finished the American youth tour and her fan base had built and built and built, she was on her headline tour and Woking on a second album which was set to come out this August, she looked incredible, she had short blue hair and she looked badass as hell, she was loving it, everybody loved her, when ever she got hate she confronted it and overcame it, she was So strong. She never texted me back, she never called and she then clearly gets back with him, he had released a song called 'Ashley' and they were always talking over Twitter, it broke my heart, what happened to us, what did I do. I was thinking about it when Ross comes running in with a laptop,
"In this interview," he points, "it was yesterday, she talked about you, yesterday," he grins,
"Who? Ashley?" I say,
He nods, "her and her team asked for the last bit to be cut buy I got hold of it.
He puts the screen on the table, she's sitting there smiling and talking away,
"So you have been rumoured to have been associated with The 1975 lead singer, Matty Healy, can you confirm that?" The interview asks, something changes on her face,
"We're both attracted to characters, and we saw that in each other," she says slowly, "I spent a lot of time watching him and he spent a lot of him loving being watched," she smiles and rolls her eyes, " But if you think he's the first red-wine-drinking, pretty-boy rockstar in skinny jeans I've been associated with," she pauses and laughs, "your all out of your fucking minds," the interviewer laughs,
"This is personal but would you say you were in love with him?" The interview says leaning in,
She throws her head back with laughter,
"Pfff, with Matty Healy?" She looks behind the camera I assume at Anthony or someone, "nah, I was in love with the idea of being in love with him," she rolls her eyes again, "word of advice, if you ever associate yourself with the someone with the reputation of Matty Healy," she looks at the ground, "be carful beaches they'll live up to it," the computer goes black.
"What the hell does that mean?" I say feeling a little too sad,
"What's your reputation?" Adam says cluelessly,
"I know drunk, drugs, smoking, girls," I shrug, "I just don't understand," u say putting my head in my hands, there's silence,
"She saw you," George says warily, I look up,
"She saw you with the blond girl in Chicago," he says not netting my eye,
"What?" I say with my mouth open,
"She didn't want me to say anything," he says,
"What do you mean she saw me," I can feel my temper rising,
"She came to Chicago, she watched the show, she asked me where u were, I pointed to ur dressing room, she said she wanted to talk to you about something, then she saw you kissing someone else, she got in a text and went away and begged me not to tell you." I can feel Jamie gasp,
"Are you fucking serious," I say angrily, he nods, "why didn't you tell me?" I slam my dust in the table,
"Because she asked me not to," he sighs,
"Your a fucking joke, first you hit on my girlfriend while I'm away and then you don't tell me that my girlfriend caught me cheating," I yell,
"Okay first of all, yay was ages ago and I apologised to her, and don't try and blame me for you cheating, your a fucking mess," he says retaliating,
I walk out the room I need to calm down.
**Ashley's P.O.V**
I'm in a Chicago hotel room crying my eyes out, it's over, it's done, I failed, I had a fucking miscarriage, I did everything right, I didn't smoke, i didn't drink, I didn't do anything wrong, Fuck I have a show tonight, I'm completely naked from the waist down, screaming in pain, there's a knock at the door,
"Ash babe," It's Peder, "Ashley please let me in,"
I open the door, he hugs me for along time, "I've failed, I'm awful, what have I done," I say over and over again,
"Ash, your not, you did nothing wrong, it's not your fault," he says stroking my face wig his fingers, I run my fingers through my short, messy hair, I'm such a mess, my face is red in patches, my eyes are swollen, tears still stream down my face, Peder holds me tightly,
"I've sent Sheppard to cancel the show," he whisper, I look up,
"He can't do that, it's a Vevo Lift," I say narrowing my eyebrows,
"Babe I know your strong, but I'm not letting you play this show," he kisses my head,
"Peder I have to do it," I say wiping my eyes,
"Ash your in too much pain, the fans will understand," he reassured me,
"I'm sorry, Ped, but i have to do the show," I get up.
I'm on stage in front of hundreds of screaming kids, the cameras for Vevo are surrounding the stage, u knows regimes watching me, I try and stay strong, my performance comes out strong and angrily, I feel so emotional, my baby, is dead, inside of me, I feel like crying or being sick again, I wanted to be a mom so badly, at least I can have my career, maybe this was stage gods way of saying it was too early, anyway what would I have done if a child comes out with Matty's hair, that would be hard to explain to the media, still I was going to have a baby, a baby boy, and now it's gone. I feel sad again, I almost burst into sobs when I sing is there somewhere because that's about him, the father of my child, my child that is no more.
