Forgotten

Chapter 5

Harry's Point of View:

As I was driving away from Starbucks I couldn't stop thinking about how much of a bitch that waitress was. I couldn't believe the nerve she had to spill that boiling coffee on my girlfri- I mean my friend. She might have a nice body but on the inside she is worth nothing to me. I could tell that Ashley was worried my eyes would wander to the other girls in the room, the ones staring at me with those lustful eyes. I hated how they looked at me, as if they saw right through my clothes. But with Ashley, it's different. Her gaze is gentle, her eyes comforting. Her face is just so angelic. 

I glance over at Ashley and I could tell she's a little nervous but mostly excited. She's probable wondering what's going to happen. She's never been to my place and we are just friends. I was wondering what she was thinking in that pretty head of her's. "What are you smiling about?" I tease her. The smile quickly changes to a plain expression. She tries to make me think I was imagining things but I saw that smile. "Ash?" She looks at me and I see something triggered inside her. 'What did I say that made her eyes plunge into a conflicted state?' I ask myself, returning my gaze to the road. I could tell she was having a fight inside her head and I decided to leave her alone until we got to the flat.

I park the car near the side of the flat and push the door open. As I jog over to the other side I could tell that Ashley was looking at her phone again. I can see her lips purse as she reads the words, her eyebrows in a crease. I decide not to ask. I don't want to upset her further than she already is. I decide to try to be funny, it usually works. I open the door and bow, holding out my arm. "After you, mad'am." I say in a regal accent. She giggles a little and I feel her hand grasp my arm to steady herself. A warm feeling floods my body, starting from my arm and moving to every crevice of my body. She has such a warming and loving effect on me. I shut and lock the car and jog over to the door of  my flat. I open the it and allow her to walk in and lay her purse on the table. I walk her over to the washing machine and turn it on. To my surprise (not an unpleasent surprise) she takes off her shirt right in front of me. I was turned on by her exposed upper half, knowing only her bra kept her from being half naked. She catches me staring and I look away, a blush creeping onto my face. 'She has a sexy body.' I say to myself before taking her shirt and throwing it into the wash.

Ashley's Point of View:

I thought that Harry wouldn't mind me wanting to get out of my coffee-stained shirt so I just decided to take it off. I caught him staring at my body and a small smirk spread across my face. After letting his hot stare search me for a while I tossed the shirt over to him and he said, "If you don't have anything to change into then you can wear one of my t-shirts. They're in my room, top drawer." I thanked him and walked over to his room, sensing his eyes looking up and down my body.

I decided to wear a shirt that has my name on it even though it really said Ashley's Bar and Grill. I thought it'd be cute. As I walked to the door something caught my eye, a picture. I could see the tall, handsome curly haired boy standing next to a short, dark haired girl. The picture was dusty in my hands, the frame cracked. The picture looked ancient but I knew it had to have been taken within the year. He looked very similar in the picture as he does now. I studied the girl, taking in every detail. Envy and jealousy started flooding my mind as I saw her beauty, her dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders and back. Those brown eyes sparkling as she looked into the camera. We had the same eye color, same hair color (except mine was lighter) but she just seemed much more beautiful. I continued to study the picture, taking in her outfit. She was definitely not a skank, not trying to get Harry's attention. She wore a boring white t-shirt and ripped short shorts. Nothing special. But the way Harry looked at her; the affection in his eyes explained everything. He loved her.

"What are you doing?" A low rumble sounded from the doorway. I place the picture back where I had found it and looked up at Harry. I could see the green of his eyes were a bit darker, not sparkling. He was obviously angry. "I was, uhm, just looking around. I don't know your place so I thought I'd give myself a tour." I was desperately trying to drop the topic so when Harry didn't respond I added, "How long is the wash gonna take?" His eyes still angrily bore their way into mine, like he was seeing through me. "10 minutes." He growled. I tried to relax him by bringing up my appreciation for what he had done for me. "Thanks for everything. For standing up to that waitress and bringing me here to wash my shirt. I really appreciate it." I give him a radiant smile and I watched as the darkness in his eyes brightened. "Oh it wasn't a problem. She was a bitch. I would never want to date a girl like her." He walked toward me, his height towering over me. "Besides, you're more of my type." His hot breath breathed down on me and my eyes fluttered shut. When I opened them he was gone. Those bold words stuck in my head as I repeated them over and over. I'm his type, he's my type. I walk out the door and prepare myself for whatever might happen. Whatever Harry and I were going to do here, alone, by ourselves. 'Nothing.' I think to myself. 'We're friends. I'll be leaving in about 10 minutes. We're just gonna catch up.' I almost convince myself but when I feel two strong arms wrap around my hips, I immediately know "catching up" wasn't exactly on Harry's agenda.