Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 7

Ashley's P.O.V

"Hello, Ash are you there?"

The text was from Harry and my phone must have called him back by mistake. Shit.

Dré's eyes travel from the floor to my terrified expression. Swiftly removing the hair that covers my eyes, our foreheads met. His eyes piercing, looking right through me; there's an unnerving contrast between his hot breath and cold touch.

"Who was that?" He whispers.

I stay still, my body buried in the duvet. He comes closer and our noses touch.

"I SAID, WHO WAS THAT?" He screams angrily.

I jump and our heads hit together, his weight leaning on my forehead painfully. "I...don't...no I-" I stutter.

His arms push me back as he viciously throws his body on top of me, his weight now resting on my arms instead of my head. Dré swings his legs over the side of the bed his forearms resting on his shaking knees, head bopping up and down to a silent beat. I can't control my body, I feel as though I'm literally holding onto my life right now.

"Dré..." I try.

Dré turns around, our eyes meeting. He closes his eyes and breathes through his nose. He crawls back onto the bed. I look away and try moving further from him but his hand catches my hair, pulling it like a game of tug of war. I wince at the pain and my hands frantically try to remove Dré's. His lips move closer to my ear, I can just feel his hot breath against it.

"You fucking whore!" He spits.

A faded cry escapes my lips and I silently hope deep inside that he never heard. My hair still damp being pulled in all directions by a monster.

"Please...Dré you're hurting me." My body grows closer to Dré's hoping to feel less of a tug on my hair but he only pulls harder and then releases his hands.

As soon as I catch my breath, I feel his nerving hand imprint on my cold delicate face, my hand immediately grasping the pain and my eyes tearing up, fearing Dré. The sound of the travelling hand at quick speed was almost too loud.

My body shivers in a rhythm as tears fall onto the covers. Dré curses under his breath as he gets himself up, retrieving his top and coat all while staring back at me with black eyes, his leg, shaking in rhythm with my chest, the fear only growing inside of me. He gently walks towards me and places his hand on mine. His eyes go back to a faded brown colour and his lips curling up at the end. His eyes travel to my lips, imprinting a soft kiss before heading out of my bedroom and leaving me fearful. 

I can't stand this anymore. I silently sob into my hands as I hear the front door slam shut.

Harry's P.O.V

I put my phone down as I remove my sweater and swing it to the floor. I look back at my phone as it vibrates indicating she's calling me. I reach for it and place it to my ear leaning on my shoulder for support as I close in on my bed.

Silence...

"Hello, Ash are you there?"

There's no reply which I find kind of weird so I throw my phone down on the bed and head to the bathroom for a shower, totally not even realising that the call is still running.

I turn the water on and let it heat up to create a steamy environment. I pull my t-shirt off revealing my torso; in this lighting you can't even see the unwanted cigarette scars but my abs look fine as. I then quickly remove my tight jeans and boxers. Standing there naked, I look on the shelf for shower gel but there isn't any there. I ruffle through the cabinets but there isn't any there either.