Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 18

Ashley's P.O.V

"Ugh," I throw my weight on to the small bed and put my arms over my head. Why am I stuck in the middle? I keep thinking to myself.  As I'm about to get lost in my thoughts, my phone vibrates. Reaching out for it, I see that it's from Dré:

Meet me in an hour out front.

I look at the time and see it's slowly turning half eleven, what does he want at this time? I get up and walk over to the mirror to see if I look decent enough. No, not even close! I look hard at myself, my jeans still look fresh as if I've only just put them on, and my 'white' top has a ketchup stain from the chips we ordered as soon as we got here. Dré went to feed me a chip but I tilted my head away and it rolled down my top.

On the other hand my hair looks delicate. The curls are wavy and have a natural effect. Looking at the time again, I have an hour to get ready but if I sit around I'll probably fall asleep and miss Dré completely. With that thought I dig into my unpacked bag and grab my oversized nirvana top and makeup bag and make my way to the bathroom.

Removing my white shirt and throwing it beside the shower, I put on my oversized nirvana top tucking it loosely into my khaki skinny's, lightly dusting my face with pressed powder and re-applying red lipstick to make up for the lack of eye makeup.

Walking back into the bedroom I grab my leather jacket and put on my mid length flat black boots. Grabbing my phone, keys, bag and a hair tie, I swing the door open and walk out.

Once I lock the door I realise I'm unsure as to which way the front porch is. I wasn't particularly paying attention earlier when the teachers were telling us where each place is situated. Turning left I walk past each room, looking left and right. Still holding my jacket and bag, I pull out my phone to text Dré where to go. Still walking and digging into my bag, I'm knocked backwards as I walk into something - someone.

"Ah, sorry I didn't see you..." I stop digging through my bag and look up to see a lovely boy looking down on me.

I could recognise those loose curls any day. He turns around holding a polystyrene cup of chips soaked in ketchup and mayo, his hand halfway up to his mouth.

"Ashley...sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, you okay?" He asks.

He still looks like an angel even though he has ketchup smeared on his upper lip.

"Yeah, yeah I'm just going...um out yeah...going out for a bit?" I stammer not meaning to make it sound like a question.

Harry laughs as he puts the lid back on his cup of chips.

"I don't know, you tell me and at this time? You know we have a curfew right? Eleven or we don't get to finish our trip."

"I could say the same Styles. Tut, tut sneaking out to get chips." I half smile and lean my arms on my waist.

"Well I wouldn't..." Before he can finish his sentence he looks behind me biting his lip.

I turn around to see one of the chaperones – in other words one of two teachers that were forced to being us - heading our way.

"Hey you two it's past curfew," He hollers down the hall raising a hand looking annoyed.

I turn back to Harry as he grabs my hand and we both run towards the end of the corridor. Harry's far faster than me, his long legs outdoing mine. As we reach the front exit we slowly stop running and catch our breath.

"Holy fuck...I've....never...ran faster." Harry's body's bent as his hands are placed on his knees trying to catch his breath.

"Really, we only ran from the fourth floor..." I laugh.