Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 16

Harry's P.O.V

"Don't forget to pay the travelling fees and have this signed for Thursday ASAP!! It's important you do." My teacher swerves round each singular desk, dodging the corners. She hands me a sheet and then carries on supplying the rest. I take one look, it's on Friday, in three days and it's a trip away with school for the weekend.

After I read the small detail, I fold it and shove it in my back pocket of my dark jeans; that way I won't forget to sign and pay.

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When I get home there's no-one else in the house. Gemma is with dad grocery shopping again - a note was left taped to the fridge. I swing my bag onto the kitchen counter and pick up an apple. After inspecting the apple for any bruises, I rub it against my thigh before taking a wholesome bit.

On Friday I promised Ashley I would sort Dré out but how? I can't use violence; I don't want him to hate me more than he already does. However before I get too lost in my thoughts, my phone starts vibrating. I lean against the washing machine and whip my phone out. It's a text from Ashley;

Hey, are you going on that school trip on Friday?

How does she know about that trip? Not that I'm complaining. I tap back, taking bites of my nearly finished apple.

Yeah I am, why?

As soon as I discard my finished apple, she texts back; Dré's going and he wants me to go so we can 'spend time' together.

I'm thrown back by that text. Spend time together? More like spending time harassing her.

Don't worry babe, I'll be there and I'll protect you. I'm not going to let him hurt you, I'm not giving up on you x

Its good Ashley is a fast replier, Thanks baby. Come round tonight? Free house and I don't want to be all alone (;

Course babe (; - I laugh to myself as I reply.

Ashley's P.OV

I just need Harry. It's getting too much. Lying to Dré and playing with Harry's feelings. I don't have the right to do either, it's really not fair.

I lay on my bed, feeling shattered from today. My hair lying around my head loosely, I'm wearing a very loose tank top that stops just past my modesty, come small boy shorts and that's it. I'm about to throw my hair into a messy bun when the doorbell rings and a message from Harry pops up on my phone;

I'm here x

I quickly do my hair and look frantically for some trousers to wear. Ah, throwing the pillows around, the closet being sabotaged in the process.

Harry texts again - Any chance of letting me in?

I smile and run to the door despite only wearing underwear and a tank, I need to let Harry in before Dré or someone sees. I hesitantly open the door, just poking my head out so he knows it's me.

"Hey, can you turn around a sec and walk in..." I ask.

Harry looks at me and winks jokingly, he obviously knows why. "Okay I won't peak...well I'll try not to."

I guide him into the living room, but I walk in behind him before slowly dashing towards to stairs. I walk into my room trying to find any sort of clothing to wear. I don't want to wear a whole new fresh outfit when it's 6 pm. There's no point!

I spin around back and forth frantically looking for something and then I see my white jean shorts. I literally run to them and pull them on. As I close the closet door, it reveals a beautiful boy standing there. Harry stands behind the open door, almost scaring me to death.