The Original Heartbreak Girl

"Honey, where's Ashton?" I looked up from the letter I was reading, to find my mom standing in the doorway with a worried look on her face.

"He decided to go home and spend some time with his family." I lied, hoping she would believe me.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine right now."' She smiled and walked away. Most parents would be concerned if their child said they were just fine for the moment but for me it was improvement so my mom wasn't going to push.

I leaned back against the headboard and looked at the letter I had been reading. There were exactly sixteen letters and I had only made it through two. They weren't very informative, Rose just talked about London and asked Ashton how I was. I don't know what I was hoping to find in this letters but they weren't helping yet. I picked up the third one and began to read it, hoping this one would give me some answers.

Dear Ashton,
We went to the doctor this week and they told me I was pregnant. I could barely believe when the doctor had said it. I nearly passed out from the news. Harry's being surprisingly supportive about it all which is not what I expected from him. I assumed he would be angry. I don't know what I'm going to do! I'm only seventeen, how am I supposed to bring a baby into this fucked up world? Harry keeps telling me it's my decision but part of me feels like the dads of babies should have a say in what happens to their child. Other than that shocking news, things have pretty much been the same in London. I really miss you and all the boys. Is Luke doing any better? I had a dream about him the other night and it about broke my heart. It felt so real, like he was lying here next to me. You know when you leave someone you love, it's the little things that you really miss. Like I miss when he would smile and play with his lip ring, or how when I spoke, he looked at me like I was the most interesting thing in the world. I wish I could write him but that's obviously not allowed. Please just remind him that I love him, because I always will. Thanks for reading my rambling Ash. I love you bunches. XOXO
Love always,
Rose

I sat there and stared at the letter for what felt like forever. I was in shock, I couldn't believe it. Rosie was pregnant with Harry's child. I flipped to the envelope to read the date again. It said October 20th. I wasn't an expert on pregnancy but she shouldn't be huge right now or have had the baby.

How could she sleep with him? I thought she said she loved me. Even in the letter she said she loved me and that she wanted to write me. Why would she do that if she was pregnant with someones child. I was about to grab another letter and try to figure out what was going on when someone knocked on my door. Before I could answer, Rose was walking in the room with Ashton trailing behind her. I looked at both of them in disgust. I couldn't believe they had the nerve to come back here.

"What do you want?" I practically growled at the both of them. Roses eyes widened in fear and Ash raised his eyebrows in surprised.

"We just want to talk to you and explain some things." He stopped talking and looked down to see the letters on my bed and the opened one lying in my lap.

"So you read my letters?" He asked cautiously, probably hoping I wouldn't freak out.

"Only three of them" He nodded and Rose looked confused.

"You need to tell him. That's the only way things can get better." Ash whispered to Rose and she nodded her head. She looked exhausted as she walked over to my bed and sat on the edge. Ashton sat on the floor next to her legs.

"I have a lot to tell you and a lot of explainging to do but I'm not really sure where to start."

"How about the fact that you were pregnant with Harry?" She let a gasp and Ashton grabbed her hand. He looked at her with worry in his eyes.

"I was pregnant, but it wasn't Harry's. It was yours." Now it was my turn to gasp in shock. It was my baby.

"Let her explain the whole thing mate. Save your questions for the end." Ashton interjected and I nodded. We both looked at Rose, waiting for her to speak.

"So after being in London for about a month without you, I felt funny. I was sick and tired and something just felt off. Harry took me to the doctors, where they did some testing. After a couple days, they called me and said that I was pregnant. At first all I did was cry. I'm only seventeen, I wasn't ready to have a baby and the one person I wanted to talk to about it was thousands of miles away. Harry was very supportive and helpful though throughout the whole thing. At almost four months, something felt wrong. I wasn't really big enough that you could tell that I was pregnant but I was beginning to get a bump. I had started getting excited about having a baby which sounds crazy. I woke up in the middle of the night and I was bleeding so Harry rushed me to the hospital. I had miscarried. They basically sucked the rest of the fetus out of me then sent me home. I was devastated. They had to start on me on antidepressants and I stopped eating. The pain of everything was just so overwhelming. I wanted to talk to you so badly but Harry wouldn't allow it. It's when I started to cut that he decided it was best if I came back home, but I don't know if that was such a good idea now." She finished talking and looked up at me expectantly. I couldn't seem to find any words. It was just so much to take in.

"I'm so sorry." Was all I could manage to say. I was lost for words.

"For what? You didn't do anything?" She was still staring at me now.

"That all of that happened to you and that I couldn't be there for you."

"Well I couldn't be here for you either, so I think we're about even now." She smiled a ghost of a smile and I felt my heartbreak. This wasn't the Rose that I knew. So much had happened to her. I felt bad for her but part of still couldn't forgive her.

"Why didn't you tell me this?" I looked at Ash now. I could feel the anger swelling inside of me.

"She didn't want me to."

"So while I was breaking because I hadn't heard from her, you were talking to her and writing letters to her behind my back." I snapped at him. He had been sneaking around behind my back for months now.

"It wasn't like that."

"What was it like then Ashton?"

"She wanted to be the one to tell you."

"I understand that but don't you think you should've told me, maybe it might've helped. Maybe I wouldn't haven't fallen as far as I did. Maybe my life wouldn't be quite as fucked up as it is." He was looking at me with a hurt expression and a felt guilty for a moment.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, but it infuriated me.

"I'm so sick of hearing that. Stop being sorry. Do something about it instead of fucking just apologize. All this could have been avoided if the two you weren't so fucking secretive. I'm done with you two, can you just leave." They both just sat there and looked at me in shocked.

"I'll fucking leave then." I stormed out of the room before either one of them could stop me. I wasn't sure where I was going but I just needed to get away from them. I was so tired of being the last one to know everything. I kept walking until I made it to a park bench. I sat down, exhausted from everything that had happened today.

My best friend had been sneaking around my back to talk to the girl I loved. She kept saying she couldn't contact me but I'm sure she could've found a way if she really wanted to. I still loved her but part of me hated her. I understood she had gone through a lot over the past couple months, but so had I. And she was the one who caused everything that I had to go through.

I felt the bench move as someone sat on the bench with me. I was hoping it wasn't Ashton or Rose, I would've really lost it if they had followed me. I looked up to see that it wasn't either of them, just a random kid around my age. He looked familiar. He looked over at me and smiled.

"Your names Luke right?" He asked while still staring at me. God please tell me he wasn't a fan. I wasn't in the mood today.

"I think we went to school together. I'm Hunter." That's why he looked familiar.

"Oh yeah. I knew I knew you from somewhere."

"You okay? Looks like you've had a bad day."

"Yeah, bad doesn't even describe it."

"Here take a sip. It'll make things better." He handed me a flask and I was about to hand it back but then I decided not to. I didn't drink. I wasn't old enough and it really didn't appeal to me, but I needed something to numb the pain. I took a big swig of it and handed it back to him. It burned going down but I could already feel it's affect starting.

"Thanks."

"Here you have the rest." He handed and back to me. I quickly chugged it, wanting the numbness to come faster. After I handed him back the empty flask, he got up and left. It was beginning to grow dark, so I decided to head back home. I stumbled as I first got up but then I caught myself. I really didn't want to go home so as I came up to a familiar house I went and knocked on the door.

"Luke?" The short girl with long brown hair answered the door with a confused look on her face.

"Hi Kayla, can I stay here?" She nodded and let me inside.

I had known Kayla from school and we were friends. I knew that her house the place to go since her parents were never home. I had spoken to her in a while but she didn't ask why. She led me upstairs to a bed where I instantly crashed. All my worries seemed so far away as she crawled into to bed and snuggled with me.

Who needed Rose when I had a cute girl to snuggle with. I left the sleep drift over me as Kayla nestled her head into my chest.

I drifted off to sleep and for once I didn't dream of Rose.

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