Behind the Tattoos: Uncontrollable Desires Sequel

Chapter Eleven: Unexpected Visitor

**A/N** Short but extremely dramatic chapter.

Chapter Eleven: Unexpected Visitor

**Ashlyn's POV**

It's strange being alone after always having Niall around me. However, the boys have all left for their interview. It took Niall a while to leave me alone in my hotel room since he had the urge to make sure I had all contact numbers, medication schedule, and my cast adjusted before he left. The entire time I kept telling him I'd be fine and nothing could possibly go wrong. After he finally felt content with everything, he followed after Louis, Zayn, and Liam.

Harry didn't come back last night and I haven't seen him all morning. I sent out multiple text messages and everyone's been calling him, but each attempt to contact him has been ignored. We're all just hoping he'll show up at the interview.

I lean back comfortably in my chair and turn the TV on. The boys would be on at 1:00 PM, just about an hour from now. They are going to be interviewed on The Routine, some random TV show that I have never heard about until this morning. Apparently The Routine interviews all the biggest people in the world and talks about their daily routine and how well they're dealing with their lives. Every interview, in my opinion, is basically the same thing.

As I wait, I casually flip through the channels thinking about the Vampire Diaries episode last night. Being torn between two guys has always been fantasized by girls of every age. The constant fight within themselves as they try to decide which boy is best for them.

The concept of it all doesn't make sense to me. Who would want that?

There's a couple quick, rapid knocks against the door. I put the TV remote on my bed and wheel over to it. It's a little bit strange to spin the wheels myself, normally there is someone pushing behind me.

I'm greeted by a set of long legs as I open the door. My eyes scan upwards. Black half-inch heels, blue skin tight jeans, black button up long-sleeve, and a dark blue blazer. Having to tilt my head backwards to see further, I discover a long white neck, full red lips, straight nose, blue eyes that are currently looking at me passively, and a perfected blonde bun.

The shrink.

I bite down on my tongue. I will not say something vile to this woman. She is just trying to help Harry. Even though it looked like they were both a little too engaged in each other, I can't play the jealousy card. She is working to help him. Nothing more.

She coughs sharply, bringing my attention back to her. Her red lips have pursed and her long fingers tap against the notebook in her hands impatiently.

"Are you done inspecting me," she sneers. I can practically hear her thoughts of how superior she feels to me.

I glare at her and cross my arms. "What do you want." I don't ask. I demand because I'm sick of her already.

Her lips quirk up in a slight smile. Her eyes glint with amusement. "Harry," is all she says.

"Well he isn't here right now," I state harshly. I'm about five seconds from slamming the door in her face.

She laughs, throwing her head back for brief seconds. "Oh Ashlyn," she clicks her tongue. The way she says my name repulses me. "Let me explain a couple things to you. But first," she struts past me into the room before I can stop her, "let's make ourselves comfortable. Shall we?"

I ignore the stream of profanities going through my mind. "Whatever you say," I mutter and slam the door shut, wheeling myself back into the room.

She's already seated at the table I assume she and Harry use for their meetings. I wheel over to it but sit away from her. I don't have interest in actually sitting with her at the table.