Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 9

 Ashley's P.O.V

 I open my eyes to see Dré standing over me with a murderous expression on his face. I frantically shuffle around and realise I'm in my bed. How did I get here and why is Dré in my room? Is all I can think as my brain struggles to catch up with what my blurry eyes are seeing.

Everything starts to come into focus fast as my body starts to wake up. Dré is still towering over me and my heart is beating at a million miles an hour.

"Dré?" I ask petrified. "What are you doing here?"

My breathing is hard and my chest is starting to hurt from taking in too much air. Dré continues to say nothing; he just looks down at me with a hard expression on his face. I slowly pull my sheets off of me and move around Dré to stand up just as I pull my left leg off the bed Dré lashes out, quickly grabbing me tightly by the wrist pulling me around to face him.

"I know." He starts saying over and over again.

Everything starts to go drastically disoriented as Dré continues to say those two words the two words that I've been dreading to hear come out of his horrid mouth for weeks. As my head hits the floor images of Dré hurting me flood through my mind at a rapid speed, then everything goes black.

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"ASHLEY WAKE UP!" I faintly hear Harry shout to me through my screams.

I try so hard to open my eyes but I'm afraid that Dré has already got to us and he's going to hurt Harry because I couldn't stay away from him, my head shaking side to side, my hands squeezing the covers, my hair surrounding my eyes.  

"Ashley please wake up you're scaring me!" I hear Harry say again, there's a hint of sadness in his voice but it's mostly filled with panic as he shakes my shoulders lightly.

I slowly open my eyes to the blinding light that dangles from the ceiling. As everything comes into clear focus I see Harry has moved back to look at me, I can see in his eyes that he is scared. I look around the room and realise I'm still lay in the bathtub I feel asleep in last night. Relief floods through me like a tsunami as my mind wakes up to the realisation that it was all just a nightmare.

"Ash, you okay?" Harry says as I feel his fingers trace soothing circles on my arms.

"Yeah sorry I had a bad dream that's all, nothing to worry about." I reply and give a little smile to add to my comment.

"What was it about?" As Harry asks my body tenses quickly, he must feel it because he as he continues he changes the subject. "So I was thinking we should go home? We slept for quite a while, its light outside now and I think the party is almost over."

"And to think I only went out to buy some food." I laugh nervously trying to rid the tension from not only my body but Harry's too.

Harry laughs then takes carefully takes my hands and gracefully pulls me up and out of the bath we went to sleep in the night before. My head blaring with a aching headache.

Harry's P.O.V

 As soon as we left the bathroom we noticed that the party had all but finished so we headed downstairs and straight out the front door.

 "Are you sure you're okay Ash?" I ask Ashley as I pull her to a stop at the end of Max's driveway.

 "Yeah, I told you it was only a silly nightmare." She answers lightly.

 "You know you can tell me pretty much anything right? It will stay between us."

 "Harry I know but it really wasn't anything bad. I promise." She says and I'm sure she adds the last bit on to ensure me she's fine.