Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 2

Harry's P.O.V

I get home from work just after ten that night. I close the front door quietly behind me trying not to wake up my dad and little sister. I had just dropped my dark coat onto an old wooden chair by the stairs when I heard my name being shouted from the living room.

"Harry! Get in here now!"

My dad sounds drunk, again. I have to deal with him and my little sister, Gemma, every day since my mom passed away three years ago. My dad is an alcoholic and it gets harder to deal with him every single day. Gemma's only four so she doesn't understand what happens when dad gets this way and she never knew our mother very well, she probably doesn't even remember her at all.

"What?" I say as I walk into the living room, my legs dragging my heavy heart not sure what to be feeling right now.

I see my dad sprawled out; face down on our old tattered and ripped sofa.

"Get me another beer will you?" He mumbles into the lightly stained cushion under his head.

"No, you've had enough." I say as I scan the room and see another five empty cans on the table. "Where's Gemma?"

I wait for a response from him but quickly realise he's already asleep. I run up the stairs two at a time and go straight into Gemma's room where I find her lying under her duvet cover. I slowly move over to her and I hear her sniffling.

"Gem?" I say softly as I move the cover from over her head. "You okay?"

She looks up at me and a small smile appears on her face. "Harry...I missed you..." She murmurs.

She moves to hug me and I hug her back tightly. Her head tucks into the crook of my neck. I hold her hand and help her up to tuck her into her own bed, planting a sweet kiss on her pale forehead. I quietly stay sat on the corner of her bed sweeping her hair away from her beautiful face as she drifts off.

She sleeps like an angel. She looks just like mom.

I come back to reality a few moments later and walk slowly towards the door looking back to make sure I haven't woken her. I trudge to the opposite side of the hall that leads to a door that is my room.

 I close my door before sliding down on my bed. I can't seem to get the girl from the coffee shop out of my head. I bury my head in my palms. She was beautiful. Everything about her glowed bright and I'd do anything to have her by my side but, I know that wouldn't happen not with Dré being her boyfriend. I wouldn't be able to get near her without being smashed up. It's happened before and I don't think he'll think twice about doing it again.

Ashley's P.O.V

"I'll see you tomorrow babe." Dré smiles as he pulls me into him fearlessly, giving me a long wet kiss on the lips.

"Yeah..." I say as I pull away and open the passenger door to get out.

I'm just about to step out as Dré grabs my wrist and pulls me to turn around. I turn and my breath catches in my throat as I see his angry expression on his face. Crap.

"Why were you looking at that little punk today?" He spits, never taking his eyes off my face.

"Who?" I say trying to act dumb, I don't want the guy in the café to get hurt because of me, I would never forgive myself.

"That waiter, I swear if I ever see you look at him again he won't know what's hit him." He threatens.

I shake out of his painful grip and look him in the eyes. "Don't threaten me. I can look at who I want!" I say through gritted teeth.