Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 11

Harry's P.O.V

It's Monday, it's been two days and Ashley hasn't answered any of my texts or hundreds of calls. If it weren't for Dré I would stop by her house, would that make me seem like a stalker though? I've known this girl for a week. My thoughts turn to the fact that maybe Dré found out about us and he's hurt her? I don't know what to think but something's not right and I really want to know what it is but first I have my life to sort out.

I drop Gemma off at Sue's house next door then with a quick goodbye I head back inside my dad's house to help him clear up his mess after another night of drunkenness. I know I should probably hate him for what he's putting us through, us never knowing if he's having a good day or a bad day until he's pushed over the edge and is forced to drink but, he's my dad I can't lose him as well as mom. It's half term for school so I don't have to worry about skipping it anymore, not until it reopens anyway then I won't be able to skip anymore not after the police incident.

I start to plod around the house picking up empty beer cans and wiping up the spilt ones that have been knocked over. Dad's crashed out on the sofa and he smells horrid from a few days of endless binge drinking.

"Dad move!" I say as I nudge his side.

He moans into the small threadbare pillow which his face is moulded into but doesn't even try to move so I leave him there and head to my room. Just before I hit the first step of the stairs I pull out my phone and scroll to Ashley's name. Should I call again? Yes, no? I shake my head and put the phone back into my pocket then run up the rest of the stairs to my room closing the door behind me.

I go and lay on my bed, my back against the mattress and my left leg hanging over the edge kicking at the floor, I text her instead.

Ashley's P.O.V

Harry's called my phone over fifty times the past few days and so has Dré, neither of them I have answered but they've both left tons of voicemails. After Dré asked me to move in with him I ran home and straight to my bedroom where I've been locked up ever since except for occasionally walking down to the kitchen or bathroom I've been in hibernation. Mom and dad haven't really noticed as their always at work but somehow being surrounded by my personal things makes me feel a little bit better inside. I'm not crying so much anymore either so that's a good sign I guess.

Sprawled out on my bed I hear my phone buzzing signalling I have a new text message – again. I roll over on to my stomach and reach over to the small bedside table. I pick up the phone and see it's from Harry;

Hey Ash, idk I'm probably really annoying u but I'm kinda worried so pls call or txt me? – H

Without even thinking I call him straight back, if he's really worried about me then maybe it's some sort of sign that me and Dré aren't meant to be together. Although even with his horridness I think I still love Dré because I know for a fact he loves me even through the hatred he projects I just know. I don't know that with Harry yet... I've only known the guy for five minutes.

"Hello?" Harry says with hope filling his deep raspy voice.

"Hey Harry..." I sigh into the phone.

"Ash! Thank God I thought something had happened to you, you haven't answered any of my texts or calls what happened?"

I pull myself up slowly so I'm in a sitting position on my bed and I cross my legs so they are underneath me. I lean against the wall and wait a few minutes deciding what I should tell him. My gut feeling is telling me to tell him everything that happened the night after he left me to walk home but, my heart is telling me not to upset him.