Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 15

Ashley's P.O.V

I love Friday mornings for the simple reason that I don't have any college lessons until the afternoon and then I only have two lessons, both fifty minutes long. The first thing I did this morning was go shopping at the local centre to find some new shoes as I broke my other pair last week when I got drunk - I admit it wasn't the best idea I've ever had - by the time I got home and unpacked my shoes and the extra pieces of clothing I brought (I just couldn't resist) it was time for college.

Sitting in my business class listening to my tutor talking about different payments I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. My tutor doesn't mind having phones in the class but not when she's in the middle of a lecture so I pull it out making sure to hide it under the desk in front of me and then I look at the contact name: Harry. I open it quickly and start reading;

Where are you? We need to talk.

I'm in College, and about what? I quickly type back.

Dré - Harry replies almost instantly.

Don't worry about him I've got it all sorted.

With my finger hovering over the send button I look up at my tutor and realise she's staring right at me eyebrows raised upwards towards the sky and her arms folded across her thin framed body.

"Miss Kade what is the one rule of being in my class?" She asks sternly.

"No phones." I reply quietly my cheeks going red as I see almost everyone in my class is staring right at me.

"Well then let me have your phone until the end of class please." She replies walking towards my desk hand outstretched.

Turning my phone off quickly I hand it over to the middle aged lady waiting before me. She quickly goes back to teaching and everyone in my class forgets about my embarrassing few seconds but I can't stop thinking about how I never got to reply to Harry's message...

Harry's P.O.V

She never replied to my text. I knew I shouldn't have said anything until she was in front of my face but I had to tell her about Dré coming to have a little 'talk' with me after my lesson. Ugh, why does everything have to be so freaking dramatic? I can't do anything right these days, it used to be ok until mom died now it's always me doing something wrong, always me in the wrong. Knowing I'm over reacting I head to the local shop. I need chocolate and strong liquor, it always calms me when I'm over reacting and this is definitely a time to cool off and think things through.

As I stand in the queue with my plain chocolate and drink in my hand I see Erica behind the counter. I haven't seen her in a few days; it would be nice to talk to her for a bit. The last time I spoke to her was the night Ash got pissed – not her finest moment.

"Hey." I say as I hand over the chocolate and drink for her to scan.

"Hello Harry." Erica says with a sly smile on her face. "What brings you here on a day like this?"

I shrug my shoulders as I say, "Chocolate and booze."

"And are there any specific reasons for this?" Erica questions.

"Why would I need a reason?" I ask wondering why she's asking me all these questions.

"Well firstly you look angry, scared, and sad oh and a little bit heartbroken." I look up at Erica's face and see concern written all over her face.

"You got all of that from a cheap bar of chocolate and a beer?" I raise me eyebrows.

"What can I say, I'm good at reading people and you can have these on the house call it my way of thanking you for last time with the spider, I hate spiders."