Dangerous Love

Chapter TwentySeven - From comfort to arguments

*Ashley'sPOV*

I laid on my bed sobbing into my pillow.

Nothing else mattered to me, nothing but seeing Harry again.

I didn't want to go a day without him by my side, I wanted to know I can see him and have him here with me. Sadly, I can't and I'm heart broken about that.

My stupid family think he's a disrespectful monster that only wants to take my virginity, which he hasn't even tried to.

Everyone in this damn house think he's a careless monster, but they don't know him. They don't know how sweet he really is and everything he's done for us. He loves everything about us and loves me, just like I love him.

"Ashley?"

I picked my head up and looked up towards the door, I knew exactly who it was and he was the second person I wanted to see right now.

"George!" I shouted opening the door and jumping into his arms.

"Ashley, how are you doing? Jennifer told me." He sighed as I let him into my room, locked an closed the door.

I rolled my eyes, "That bitch told you that it's her fault that my boyfriend and I can't see each other." I scowled.

My whole body was filled with anger and hatred towards my sister. She did nothing but ruin my life and I'll never forgive her for this.

"Yeah, I know. Hey did she tell you she liked me?" He asked.

"No, but her friend Chelsea is feeding her lies about how you were gonna ask her out and that the only reason you would hang out with me is because of her." I said rolling my eyes.

"She was expecting me to ask her out today." He said a bit disgusted mixed with surprise.

I raised brow, "She told you that, straight up?" I asked.

He nodded, "I laughed in her face, called her a mean bitch, then left." said George cracking a smile.

I laughed, "You really did that?" I smiled sitting on my bed.

"Yeah, it was too damn funny that she thinks I would like someone like her." He chuckled.

George always knew how my mean my sister was to me, he was probably the only one that knew about it since I really didn't like talking about her. He doesn't like my sister, even though she's related to me, he still says and thinks she's a mean bitch. Which I don't mind because I totally agree.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

I frowned, "Like I've been stabbed right on the heart."

I slummed my shoulders and looked at my shoes, just thinking about Harry and how he wasn't even here yet made me feel sad.

I wanted him to be here and comfort me, instead of him it's George.

I guess George noticed how I reacted to this topic because he quickly spoke up.

"Ashley, Harry told me to come and check on you. He got lucky because that's exactly what I was already planning on doing after school. He told me to tell you that he couldn't come because he didn't want to get more on your dad's bad side than he already was and that he loves you very much." He smiled.

I could already feel the red on my cheeks as a smile crept onto my face.

"He asked you?" I giggled

I didn't expect Harry to ask George to do anything for him that involved me. Honestly, I didn't think he would ask George to do anything for him period.

"Yeah, he asked me. We're buds and he said it himself." He smirked sitting on my bed.

I was glad George and Harry were friends now, to think Harry actually asked George to come check on me amazed me.

Finding out George and Harry are now friends has made me feel about better, but my heart is still broken from what my dad said to me and what he's even saying about Harry.

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George and I talked in my room for hours. There were times when I'd feel sad and miss Harry, then George would make me feel better by making me smile or tell me things were going to look up for me and that things will be better soon.

"Ashley! Dinner!" shouted Mom from downstairs.

I rolled my eyes, "Great, a whole thirty to fifty with the two people that separated me from my boyfriend."

George sighed and had a sympathetic look on his face, "Come on Ashley, just go eat." He smiled as he dragged me downstairs.

"Thanks for bringing her down George, you're welcomed to join us for dinner." smiled Mom.

I rolled my eyes and turned away from my parents that were already seated at the table.

"Thank you, I'd love to keep Ashley company for a little longer." said George smiling at me.

My Mom smiled, "That's really nice of you George. Please, sit down."

I rolled my eyes and sat in front of George sighing sadly and staring at my food.

"So Ashley, how's school?" asked Mom.

I shrugged my shoulders and stared at my food without saying a word.

"Your mother is talking to you." growled Dad.

I rolled my eyes, "I think you both know exactly how school went." I snapped glaring at both of them before staring at my plate again.

"Ashley, don't you talk to us like that!" scolded Dad.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed not even looking at my parents.

"Ashley why are you-

"Mr. Jones, excuse me to interrupt, but I think it's best if you'd let her eat in peace." sighed George looking at my father straight in the eyes.

"She will not talk or act like this towards us, we are doing this for her own good and she shouldn't be acting like a brat!" shouted Dad angrily glaring at me.

"Falling in love with someone isn't bad for me!!" I shouted.

"It is if its with a gang banger!!" He barked.

I scoffed, "Harry is different, he isn't the kinda gang banger that kills people just to do it!! He does it to protect the people he loves like his family! You don't know what 'that boy' has been through!!" I shouted angrily staring at my father.

"I'm pretty sure he's killed a lot of people! I don't even know why you care about this boy, I'm pretty sure he's slept with half of this city anyway." He chuckled.

That was enough to make me burst, "Oh really? Just like your father, grandpa Spencer, did before he met grandma Julie?" I tested crossing my arms aver my chest.

My dad stayed quiet for a moment, he knew exactly where I was going with this and didn't like it.

"That's different-

"Different how? Grandpa Spencer was exactly like Harry, but much worst than Harry. So why can't I be with someone that's exactly like your father?" I growled.

"Because he's not like my father, Harry kills and always gets what he wants! They don't call him 'Trouble' for nothing, he's exactly what I've told you to stay away from!" He shouted angrily.

"He isn't the kind of gang banger your father was!!" I shouted standing up from the table and dashing out the door.

"Ashley!" I heard George shout from behind me.

"Don't follow me, George!!" I shouted running towards the place that one person I really needed right now.

Harry's house.