Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 19

Harry's P.O.V

"Crap!" I whisper as I knock over the soap bottle that is placed on the side of the sink.

I closed the toilet seat and I only wanted to sit down on top of it, my legs are starting to burn from standing too long. I watch as the soap bottle rolls across the floor and hits the bottom of wall opposite me. Without even thinking I hop into the small bath, leaning against the wall as best I can as I pull the light blue shower curtain half way over so I'm not noticed straight away and it doesn't look like someone's hiding.

Straining my ears to see if I can hear footsteps walking over to the door I hear nothing, nothing at all. Everything is silent, I don't hear arguing or the creak of the door as it opens. Maybe they didn't hear the bottle fall to the floor? Pretty unlikely but it's wishful thinking.

Breathing deeply I lean my head against the wall so I'm looking up at the peeling paint of the ceiling as I wait and wait and wait.

Ashley's P.O.V

"What was that?" Dré asks as his eyebrows turn downwards into a frown.

"What was what?" I lie.

"Don't play dumb Ash, you couldn't have missed that."

"I don't know maybe my makeup fell off the sink? I really don't know."

"Doubtful," Dré mutters as he swings around so he's facing the bathroom door.

"What are you doing?" I nearly screech as I rush over and touch Dré's arm to stop him.

"If you haven't got anything to hide why are you cutting my blood supply off?" He looks down at my tight grip on this arm.

My knuckles are turning white and I'm sure if I looked at Dré's arm in about an hour there would be bruises printed on his skin in the shape of my fingers. Letting go of his arm slowly I follow Dré to the bathroom door. I'm so preoccupied I start to feel faint as I realise I've been holding my breath since letting Dré's arm go, taking a deep breath in a I watch as he opens the door to the bathroom.

Dré lets out a slow sigh and at first I don't understand why but I peek into the bathroom to see no one there. I notice the soap bottle on the other side of the small area and I enter the bathroom to pick it up, quickly placing it back where it belongs.

"See nothing, are you happy now?" I ask Dré.

"Whatever, I'm going back to my room for a bit; I'm pretty tired after the journey and everything."

Dré turns to leave but then thinks better of it and steps towards me instead lowering his lips to mine as he kisses me. Pulling back a devilish grin appears on his face as he says, "I'll see you later."

He turns around quickly shoving his hands into his pockets and exits the bathroom then a few seconds later I hear my room's door click shut.

"Wow!" Harry laughs moving out from behind the shower curtain with a huge grin plastered onto his face. "That was pretty close."

"What do you think you're playing at Harry?" I snap, "He could have seen you and then what would you have done? I know he's younger than you but he's definitely stronger and I swear-"

Cutting me off mid-sentence Harry wraps his strong arms around my waist bring me closer to his chest. My heart starts beating rapidly and my breath catches in my throat as I'm pulled up against him.

"Let's go somewhere." Harry says looks down at me with a small smile.

"Where would we go at this time of night? And plus we have a curfew."