Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 22

Ashley's P.O.V

As Harry holds me in his arms and rocks me lightly I can't help but feel guilty. I just broke Dré's heart and here I am not feeling any worse.

I wrap my arms around Harry's chest tightly as his head leans on top of mine. I loosening my grip around his waist as Harry hides his hand behind his back. Seeing Harry hide his hand makes me more intrigued to see the condition of his bare knuckles. Keeping the silence between us going I reach out towards his back and pull his hand into view. Just as I imagined; battered, bruised, bloody and showing a lot of fresh skin.

"Harry, we need to take you to the emergency room, I think you might have broken something..."

Inspecting his hand and fingers with both of my hands Harry nods his head agreeing. "We have twenty minutes until we have to meet up with the rest of our group for the sightseeing thing so..."

I let go of his hand slowly to avoid hurting him as I quickly throw on my clothes from last night and claim my bag from the bedside table. Retaining my room keys I gesture for Harry to follow me and he does.

As I open my room door I enter a misused sabotaged room. My mouth makes an 'O' shape as I drop my bag and inspect the damage. Walking into the room I brush my hand against the graffiti that has been sprayed all over the walls. The main attraction is the writing that says, 'I loved you'. Tears swell as I collapse down to my knees. Head buried in my hands instantly sobbing like there's no tomorrow.

"Hey." Harry drops down beside me and pulls me into his chest. Rubbing my back and burying my head into the crook of his neck.

After a moment of weakness I untangle myself from him. Pulling back I wipe away my tears and Harry expresses a confused expression. I get to my feet and pick up my bag and put it on my bed before walking to my untouched suitcase taking out fresh clothes to get changed into before entering the bathroom.

I don't look at Harry the whole time, I can't. I'm destroying two people's lives, unintentionally.      

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As I step out of the steamy hot bathroom I look around and realise Harry is not here. He must have left as soon as I went into shower as there are no signs that he'd ever been here. I get changed into a white lace dress; I slip on a beige leather looking jacket and tread into some cream coloured sandals.  

Dwelling on the past couple of hour's events is making my heart pound faster and faster. I came here because Dré wanted me to and I doubt he still does. I don't need to be here. Whatever me and Harry have going on, it needs work and this trip isn't helping at all.

Coming to a rash decision, I decide to pack and leave, retaining all my toiletries from the bathroom and the not so used wardrobe I gather everything into my suitcase. Realising I look bland and overly pale; I apply on some make-up heavily to make me feel somewhat better. My hair is wavy from air drying after my shower so I curl in a few tight ringlets before using a blow dry brush to make them looser without losing its bounce.

Fully packed I take one final look around the room. I can't leave it in this condition but I have no choice. I didn't do it myself even though I was the reason behind the doing. Rolling the suitcase out I take one of the lifts down to the lobby to join a queue at the checkout desk.

"Hi madam, can I help?" The woman kindly greets me finally with a warm smile.

"Yes, I'd like to check out in advance?" I reply.

The moment starts typing and clicking away. I just hope she'll let me leave as I'm on here on a school trip, just as I think she'll decline my leaving she says,