I walk back into the house and push Harry out of the way.
"Move harry." I spit angrily at him not to get an answer back. I storm my way back up the stairs and into the room slamming the door against the wall. the bitch, the little bitch. oh my god, now I'm furious. what the hell does she have that I don't, I have more than she does. some stupid blonde cunt thinks she can take my spot that easy, Ha!
"what?" she says smugly as she slipped on Harrys white v -neck shirt.
"oh no, no, no, noo! take the damn shirt off, now! "I walk over to her and yell at her getting in her face.
"no." she said pushing me back.
"take the fucking shirt off!" I said gripping a hand full of hair in my fist.
"ow, ow, harry! okay, ill take it off!" she screamed at me. I let go of her hair and she quickly reacted. a strong stinging feeling had been left on my right cheek. she had slapped me! what the hell is wrong with this girl.
"mother fuc-" my words had been blocked out by the sound of my fist hitting her nose.
"shit, you just fucking busted my nose, I had fucking expensive surgery for this. Harrys just going to have to get me another." I was surprised at her answer.
"what? how could harry have gotten that for you." I asked puzzled with my hands clucked in a fist from my last punch I had thrown.
"me and harry have a past." she said wiping the blood that had dripped out of her nose.
"ugh, you little cunt!" I slapped her making her lurch back from the blow and walked over to her and ripped the shirt off of her.
"harry, can I fucking talk to you!" I screamed and harry came walking out of the kitchen with tears streamed down his face, new ones brimming his eye lids.
"outside, I- I don't want her to hear." my voice softened a little after I saw him. it still broke my heart, seeing him cry. I think that was the first time I had saw him cry.
"im- I don't, I don't-" he stuttered after the door closed.
" harry, just tell me what I did. to make you-" my voice cracked as I looked down at my shoes as tears started to prickle at my eyes.
"to make you go and do this? did I do something wrong, to make you hurt me-" my voice cracked again as the first tear fell out of my eye.
"this bad?" I continued as my eyes we now pooling up with tears as a few fell down my cheeks.
"look ash," he tried to hug me but I put my hand out and pushed him back by his chest. I turned around not wanting to see mine. I took a seat down on his front door steps.
" hey ash-" my hand went swiftly up and slapped him, hard. he only looked at me then looked down his jaw clenching form the pain I had just caused him. but he just ripped my heart out, come on, he fucking deserved it
"you should go, go back inside with her. jus- just. go." I spoke trying extremely hard to restrain myself from crying. that's the last thing I herd, his feet shuffling back into his house and the door closing. that's when I broke down. when I was through I couldn't think of anything. so I started to walk down the side walk, then I realized it was way too cold out to be outside right now. so I pulled out my phone.
"hello?"
"uh,hey."
"hey Ashley. how's harry?"
"um I don't know zayn."I said sniffling into the phone.
"what wrong?" he said realizing I was upset.
"um nothing, nothing. can you just come pick me up. im at the end of Harrys block." I said quietly.
"yeah, ill be there in a second, just lem'me tell the rest of the boys."
"zayn, zayn! please don't, don't tell the rest of the guys. jus' come pick me up, please." I said urgently.
"uh, okay. ill be there in a bit. see you in a bit." he said.
"okay, bye."
"bye." I ended our conversation and sat down. I was frickin freezing.
