Girl Crush ☞ h.s.

[eleven]

Harry.

"Well, what the fuck did you do that for?" Louis asks. Harry sighs, shaking his head. "You'll never get her in bed now, Styles."

He sighs again, rubbing his face. "I know, I know. But something in me just switched. It's like I don't have the constant need to fulfill my pleasure. It's like she does that for me just by being near me and it scares the living hell out of me," he admits.

Louis laughs, holding his hands up in surrender. "Go ahead. That's what fucked me and El up. I let her change me and instantly fell, now look at me," he grumbles.

"Louis, I believe you curse more than anyone I've ever met over the stupidest things," he mutters. He rubs his face again, helplessly. "I need something to convince her I'm not the bad guy."

"Well, why the hell would you be the bad guy?"

Harry tenses slightly. He thinks back to the day in his office when he hurt her wrist. His entire body pumps with adrenaline. If he could punch himself, he would. "No reason," he mumbles.

Louis' not convinced though. He knows something happened. And he hopes for Harry's sake nothing bad had happened. He knew Harry's background and all of his secrets, he didn't want them to spill to Ash just yet for Harry's sake.

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Harry smiles to himself, straightening out his nice suit and arranging all the roses in the bouquet perfectly before knocking on her door. Today was their day off and even though she probably didn't want to be near him, he took it upon himself to get her roses.

A small gift is a closer step to trust, right? A few moments later he hears giggles and a small, "Come in."

He enters the apartment, frowning slightly. She didn't even want him peeking in here the other day, let alone come inside. He steps into her living room to be met with a very different image of Ash.

She's in an oversized male sweater and a leggings, t-shirt underneath hanging loose at her collarbones. He assumed the sweater was the Nick guys she'd previously discussed. Her body is sprawled out over the small couch. A cat snuggled at her feet and a bottle in her hand- then it hit him.

Ashton Kingsley was drunk with her apartment door unlocked and unattended.

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I thought this was a decent size. Why's Ash drunk? I dunnooooo. Vote and comment? 😁😁