Girl Crush ☞ h.s.

[six]

Harry.

Harry knew what he had done was wrong. He shouldn't have even touched her. Just thinking about the event pushes even worse memories to the front of his mind.

He sat in his plush chair and was waiting for Ashton to arrive to work. He was going to apologize and try to get a look at her wrist.

But she didn't ever arrive.

Harry found himself disappointed. Once the work day was over, took his briefcase and his jacket and headed home. Halfway there rain began to pour. He tried holding his jacket over his head, then his briefcase. Nothing seemed to work. He was soaked and he pissed.

Once inside his small apartment, he striped himself of clothing. The tiny cat waits by the kitchen entrance, meowing of course. Harry feeds the small animal, petting down its back with his new found dry hands before getting dressed.

He flicked on the television and surfed through the channels. Nothing appealed to him so he just left it on a Tyler Perry show and dozed off on the couch.

--

Ash.

The next morning she sat up, her entire figure feeling relieved. She didn't feel the urge to puke anymore; she could breathe through her nose now.

She'll have to apologize to Harry for not calling in, she didn't know the new number. Although, his actions proved she shouldn't feel sorry.

You promised yourself, her small voice reminds her brain.

Dragging out of bed, the small girl picks out a cute dress and sweater. Her make up is light today and her hair is pulled back into a bun. She fails to make it look professional, but who cares, right?

Her mind floats to Nick as she watches her coffee blend. Flashbacks pull to the front of her mind, the worst part of him. The memories.

--

"I said no, Nick! You hurt me," she cries out. His grip on her arm tightens. He drags her through the house towards his room.

"If you don't shut the fu-" he stops, cringing at her shrieks. He slams her onto the bed, climbing over her. His palm meets her face more than once, cheeks going numb.

Her crying is hysterical and she realizes that he wants to hear one thing. And one thing only. "Nick, Nick please," she begins. He stops his rough actions staring down at her with dark eyes. "I-I love you, you know that. I trust you, promise," she pleas.

His eyes and muscles soften as he rubs her numb cheeks. "You know I didn't mean to hurt you," he whispers. She nods as if begging for freedom. He climbs down off of her. "I'll go make some dinner," he mutters, walking out.

The small girl remains on the bed, covering her face as she silently cries. If he loved her why would he hurt her?

--

Tears brim her eyes, she blinks them away. Harry may be demanding and dominant but she swears he won't push her around.

Not anymore. Ashton Kingsley isn't a pushover.