It's All Down The Drain (Harry Styles)

Chapter 16

This one's a bit short! :( I'm gonna be really busy for the next couple of days so my next update will probably be Friday.

Sorry loves!

PS, if you don't listen to the song (it's amazing, I highly suggest it) at least read through it. I think that it describes Ainslie's story well. :)

I never meant to wither

I wanted to be tall…

Like a fool left a river,

And watched my branches fall

Old and thirsty I longed for the flood

To come back around

For the cactus in the valley

That’s about to crumble down

And wipe the mark of sadness from my face…

Show me that your love will never change

If my yesterday is a disgrace…

Show me that you still recall my name

So the storm finally found me

And left me in the dark

In the cloud around me

I don’t know where you are

If this old world goes up in arms

All I can do is stand

But I won’t fight for anyone

Until you move my hand

And wipe the mark of madness from my face…

Show me that your love will never change

If my yesterday is a disgrace…

Tell me that you still recall my name

In the shadow

Here I am…

And I need someone by my side

It becomes so hard to stand

I keep trying to dry my eyes

Come and find me

In the valley.

And wipe the mark of sadness from my face…

Show me that your love will never fade

If my yesterday is a disgrace

Tell me that you still recall my name

Harry xx,

I’d have to say that treatment is going well. It feels so strange not to have you here when I first wake up. :(

For the record, you’re a much better cook than these people here.

It’s so lonely here. Everybody’s always to themselves and it makes it so much less welcoming.

I miss you so much that it physically hurts. The pictures help, but it’s not enough. I just want to talk to you. I want to hug you, I want to kiss you. I want you here.

I know you didn’t give up on me. You and the boys are the only ones who didn’t. So thank you.

Thank you for knocking down the walls enough to get me here and get me help.

The residential doctors said that I was doing really well and that I might be able to get out a little early.

From what I’ve heard, I only have 6 weeks left. :)

Promise me that things won’t change between us within those 6 weeks.

Promise me that me that you won’t forget me.

Promise me that you’ll come and visit me.

:(

I miss you.

See you soon.

Love, Ainslie.

Babe.

You don’t understand how happy I am to hear that you’re doing well.

The house suddenly seems so empty without you in the guest room. Louis is also less of a challenge at Call Of Duty and Modern Warfare than you are. So when you come back, a major tournament is in store! ;)

I have plans to come visit on a “family” day next week. Then I’ll be able to hug you and kiss you and see you smile.

Stay strong, love. I know you can do this and overcome this illness, alright? Things will get better.

Also, you’re absolutely delusional if you think I’ll forget you. I’ll never forget you, babe. Ever.

Just sit tight until I visit. :) I’ll be there before you know it.

I love you!

Harry. xox