Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 8

A/N

This chapter is probably more suited for older readers so read at your own risk. You have been warned. If you skip this chapter it won't effect the story as Harry and Ashley are just having a bit of fun - Irrum

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Ashley's P.O.V

Everyone's hyped and crazy at this place, most likely high but I just want to let go tonight, just me and Harry. I seem to be pulling him everywhere even though I've never been here before. Harry pulls me back after a while and whispers closely, "Let me flirt with you?"

I wink at him and his hands pull me closer. We walk towards a table full of drinks - mostly vodka and spilt salt. Tonight is going to be fun, looking at Harry, I can see he knows what we're going to do tonight.

Harry's P.O.V

I'm not sure where Max is I haven't seen him all night but I left his stupid lemons in the kitchen so he better find them and pay me back, the dickhead.

Ashley suddenly picks up, before we've even got a drink but I'm not complaining I like it. Finn's talking to the girls who were checking me out earlier. He sees me and signals for us to come over. Ashley's in the process of taking her coat off so I go on my own.

"Fancy a drink?" Finn asks.

"Yeah, make it two." I reply pointing behind me to Ashley.

The brown haired one places her hand on my shoulder, and then slowly gets lower until she starts pulling my t-shirt up. "So you're Harry!" She whispers try to come across sexy but failing.

She has a face full of make-up, her boobs are popping out of her too small red dress, I'm pretty sure she's going to have a nip slip is she doesn't watch what she's doing, slut.

"Yes I'm Harry and uh bye." I say quickly. She grasps onto my hand as soon as I turn to Ashley who I don't want to leave alone in this atmosphere. The girl's fingertips travel to my lips, eyeing them and then she starts to move closer, I can't push her back. Her looks are lustful and her tongue keeps peeking out.

Ashley appears behind her, she looks stunning. She must have carried her makeup, and her dress, I couldn't see it under her coat. Ashley pushes the whore back and plunges her body into mine, her gaze only on my lips. I'm not sure if she's playing or...

"Harry, I'm growing lonely, come with me." She says grabbing my hand and swinging past the girls, winking at them which I can tell pisses them right off.

"Wow what was that Ash?" I say with shock.

"You said you want to play, I'm ready." She's amazing, her dress is black, short but not that short with the top half laced not showing anything that doesn't need to be revealed, her wavy hair perfectly falls on her high cheekbones. It's not slutty but more something you'd wear to college. Perfect.

"Want a drink?" Ashley lets go of me and starts playing with her hair.

"Yes babe," In between my confused looks she giggles and continues, "Am I fitting in?"

Seriously, I can't believe Ashley sometimes. "Ash you're way better." I reply.

I playfully wink and whiz around not looking where I'm going. The girl dancing behind me, her hands in the air holding her glass bumps into me and her drink goes all over my chest.

"O-M-G! I'm so sorry." She slurs obviously drunk.

I wipe away the wetness and look back at Ashley's shocked reaction. "Don't worry about it." I smile at the girl and quickly turn back to Ashley, who's laughing hysterically and can't seem to stop.