Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 4

Ashley's P.O.V

I feel dirty. I always do after Dré touches me like he did last night. He left my house just after mid-night before my parents got home from work and all I could do was cry. I know it's stupid and I hate myself for it but doing things with Dré doesn't feel right anymore not since I met Harry anyway.

Stepping out of the hot steaming shower I look at myself in the mirror. Not the perfect body but I like it. I particularly look at the bruise on my neck; it's starting to turn purple with little red dots inside, I move my hand up to touch it but instantly regret my moves, wincing I move my hand away and dry myself.

I get dressed in record time putting on my light blue skinny jeans with my brown ugg boots on my feet and a dark simple t-shirt with a blue hooded jacket. Putting on some mascara and lip gloss I run out of the front door of my house to go look for my phone, which I remember leaving on the old well used table of the little coffee shop yesterday just before I ran out on Harry. Hopefully my phone is still there but if not maybe Harry will be - I hope.

Harry's P.O.V

I know I have to find Ashley today to give her the phone back. I don't know where she lives or anyone who knows her except Dré and I can't really go to him what would I say?

"Oh hey Dré I was with your girl yesterday and she left her phone on the table, so here can you give it back to her please?" Because he would definitely kill me after that - no exaggeration needed.

I decide not to bother with school again but to go to the little coffee shop we were at yesterday instead. Maybe she'll realise and come back to try and find her phone, at least then I'll get to see her again.

When I eventually get to the shop I find that the small table in the corner where we sat last time is empty but I slowly go to sit at that same table just in case Ashley comes in anyway.

I'm in the middle of my thoughts when I hear someone say, "Can I get you anything?"

I look up to see a middle-aged waitress smiling down at me with her battered ballpoint pen in her wrinkled hand ready to write down my order on her small thin notepad.

"Um just a coke please," I murmur.

"Would you like it in a glass or left in the bottle?"

"Bottle please," I reply as the waitress turns around and walks off. She returns after a few minutes with my drink and tells me to pay at the counter when I've finished. I carefully open my bottle of coke and start to drink it slowly while I look out of the window.

There's an old man walking unsteadily down the path; a small child running happily without a care in the world and then I see her. Ashley, looking like the angel that she is. I quickly stand up rush over to the counter handing over my money before I run out and meet Ashley outside.

At first she looks shocked to see me standing only meters from her but then as I slowly walk closer I see happiness in her eyes and a smile starts to appear on her beautiful face brightening it up like the sun.

"Hey." I say as I take Ashley's phone out of my pocket and hand it to her. "You left your phone on the table yesterday."

A look of relief floods across her face as she takes it and turns it on. "Thank you Harry, I thought I'd lost it..."

She moves closer to me and wraps her arms around my waist. The hug only lasts for a few seconds but it feels so right, her body fits perfectly with mine and she smells like fresh strawberries. My heart starts to speed up and my face starts to turn an embarrassing shade of red, I try to turn away before she can see but the look on her face when she pulls back tells me she know knows exactly how I'm feeling at this moment.