Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 3

Ashley's P.O.V

We walk gracefully towards the park. I look at him from the corner of my eye. His hands are pushed into the pockets of his black jeans and his beanie is swung over his head trying to tame his wild locks but failing. He focuses on walking forwards and doesn't look anyway but the floor. I have a sudden wave of feeling secure and safe around this boy, like the whole world couldn't hurt me anymore.

I bite my lip before tugging onto his arm. He stops walking to look at my hand. His pockets release his hands and I take the chance to lock our hands together. We both stare at our perfectly fitted hands. Harry smirks and lets out a faint laugh while looking into my eyes - his breath so close to me now. He comes closer, I don't move, I want to be this close. His lips travel to my ear, letting out a small raspy sentence.

"You're beautiful." I blush when he looks back at me and smiles. I can't help but look back at him and plant a small kiss to his delicate cheek, his cheeks so soft with a hint of stubble.

He keeps a hold of my hand and says, "Let's go."

Harry's P.O.V

Ashley's hand is safely cupped in mine. I haven't felt like this in a long time. She's wrapped in a short grey coat, with a black scarf covering her light blue dress, on her feet are olive coloured ankle boots. She looks stunning although you can tell she'd been crying before she came out this morning. Her eyes are too red and puffy.

The park comes into sight as I open the entrance gate letting Ashley through first. The laughter of kids quickly fills the air, the footballs flying here and there. There are more people here than I thought there'd be for a weekday and I wonder why people aren't in school. We walk upon the path to the nearest bench outside. It's a great day so why not make the most of it.

Ashley lets go of my hand and places her bag on the table before inspecting the bench. I bend down for a second just doing my shoelaces up when I realise she's still checking the bench with a wary expression set upon her face.

"Is everything okay?" I curiously ask.

"Can we go inside? The bench has got mud all over." I look at the bench but there's no mud visible. Maybe she just doesn't want to sit out here?

"Yeah sure..." I say.

She grabs her bag and links her arm through mine as we head inside. "So how come I've never seen you around outside of that coffee shop you work at?" She asks.

Her eyes are decorated with her long thick lashes. I don't really know what to say but I can't tell her the truth, so I lower my head looking down at the path trying to think of a valid reason but one never comes quickly enough. I've never been very good at lying.

"Oh...Um...I don't know...I'm usually just...around." I stammer making a complete bulls up with my lie.

I look back at her as she smiles. "Ah, that's cute."

I laugh and she laughs too. She's even more beautiful when she laughs.

There's a café which I normally take Gemma to sometimes on the weekends. I'm sure Ashley would prefer there but I guess this one will have to do. We go to small table for two and sit down.

"Do you want anything?" I offer.

"Um...Oh...Can I...Actually...Um nothing." She stutters. I guess we're both having that problem today.

"Seriously, I don't mind."

"Can I have a chocolate filled cupcake and a small hot chocolate please?"