Girl Crush ☞ h.s.

[five]

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Ash.

She walked into work the next morning, a pout among her face. She knew she had to face Harry this morning. She had left yesterday, confident. But as she sat at home that evening her confidence withered away into simply nothing.

She dreaded seeing him; he was arrogant. He believed he was the best and no one else stood a chance. She knew he'd apologize, and she knew he'd done all her files for her last night.

But that didn't make her feel any better.

As she walked in, Marisa greeted her. "I'm beginning to think you ditched me," she stated blankly. Marisa was still aware of Ash's state. Even if she wouldn't admit it to her, she knew the blonde girl was hurt. Nick was important to her and Marisa couldn't shake the feeling that all of this wasn't over yet.

"Something came up, actually," Ash peeps. Marisa smiles, wrapping an arm around her small frame. This new piece of information on her best friends emotional problems made her feel closer to Ash. For she had given information that Marisa knew she wouldn't tell anyone else.

"It's cool," she mumbles, releasing the blonde girl. Ash sighs as they stop at Marisa's office. They neither say a word, bidding goodbye mentally. She continues her own way to her office where she is to be met with the dreaded Harry Styles.

As she walks in, his head shoots up. He looks at her for about a split second before he rises to his feet. "Ashton, I-"

She raises a hand. "Don't bother," she mutters, walking towards her desk. And then the anger kicks in. Harry's forehead turns into a deep frown, as does his lips.

He quickly walks to her grabbing her wrist before she can sit down. He yanks her body against his. "You should be taught a manner or two," he growls. His grip tightens against her soft skin causing her to whimper. "I was trying to help you and you didn't even-"

"You were being rude!" She begs, wiggling her arm. She looked up into his green eyes. When they met hers they instantly softened, grip released. He took a step back, looking at her arm hesitantly.

"I-" he begins, shaking his head. An expression washes over his face that she can't quite make out. But before she can ask or object, he's out the door with a briefcase in hand.

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So more and more weird stuff keep happening. Why won't she put up with Harry's insults? Why was he so freaked out about the situation?
I
Dunno.
:)