The Good Girl *EDITING*

Chapter Five.

- Darcy's POV -

Him. He's here. 

Brown hair, grey eyes, tall body, cheekbones.

Fuck. My. Life

Ashton Hastings is here. Fucking here.

"Hi." I calmly say.

"What's wrong piglet?" He says and hugs me so tight.

Hug him.

"Nothing." I fake smile.

"So Darcy, Ashton is staying with us for a while, until his sister gets her problems solved a bit." My mother says.

Ashton's sister had a lot of problems, financial, family, job...

Yet, she was optimistic. Yep, she didn't hate life, she believed that these problems are making her stronger.

"Of course." I fake smile.

My phone rings, who is it?

Zayn Malik.

Why? What have I done?

Ignore it.

"I'm pretty sure we both don't mind him staying in your room." My father says.

"Of course." I let out a nerovus laugh.

Sarah and Eveline told me to keep acting the Harry thing.

But they never told you about Ashton coming back.

- The next Day -

I wake up to my phone ringing. As I try to reach the phone, I feel something blocking me, a hand. 

Shit.

I and Ashton cuddled. 

You're a slut, officially.

 I know Ashton wouldn't let me go, what the heck am I supposed to do now? 

Figure out a way to confess that you forgot him.

Dear subconscience, fuck you.

"Good morning, piglet." His voice is raspy.

"Good moring." I fake a British accent.

"You suddenly became British?" He asks.

"Of course Mr. Hastings." I keep faking it.

"Your just woken up look is amazing." He winks.

"Of course." I roll my eyes.

"What are you up to for today?" He asks

Shit, I have a date with Harry.

"Normally, I'm supposed to go out with some friends." I mutter.

"You can go. It's okay, I still have to prepare for my interview." He says, upset.

"You're going to my school?" I ask.

Please no. I'll do more good stuff if you help me, God.

"Nope. They didn't accept me." He mutters. "I wish they did, but they didn't like my score in English."

"You have to thank God you're not with my English teacher." I say, trying to change the subject.

"Why?" He asks, smiling. 

"Racist Slut." Is the only thing I say.

"Oh." He says and lets go off me.

He's shirtless. Fuck. My. Life.