Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 25

Dré's P.O.V

I hate the situation I have gotten myself into. It's all going to come out - all the secrets, all the lies and all the guilt. It will all come out in the open and the one that will get hurt is Ashley. I keep trying to tell Harry that if he really cared about her he'd leave her to keep her safe but he's being so stubborn and that's going to make the bad things happen faster.

I've tried being partially civil about it but that doesn't work. I know I've done things I shouldn't have but he needs to listen to me.

I would like nothing more for the truth to come out but it will kill Ashley. She would never want anything to do with my family; she's too good for us. I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands and sort this out! Neither Gemma nor Ashley can get hurt during this family's messed up problems, I just wish I wasn't involved. I promised mom one thing, her last dying wish.

Harry's P.O.V

"Ash, what are you doing?" I ask as I walk from the bathroom to stand at my bedroom door looking in at Ashley bending down going through my wardrobe.

"Looking for clothes that will fit me," She mutters as she pulls out another dark t-shirt. "Do you ever wear colour?" She adds pulling a face.

Laughing I shake my head and fold my arms leaning on the door frame. Enjoying my view I have I continue watching her until a thought strikes me.

"Why can't you wear your own clothes? Not that I mind you wearing mine..." I ask curiously pushing up from the frame and un-tangling my arms.

"Because..." Ashley pauses as she stands up and turns to face me as she continues. "...I am not going home when my parents are there, they'll just go through the roof again about what happened and plus I left the house which my dad told me not to do."

Walking towards her I wrap my arms around her waist and bring her closer to my body. She places her arms around my neck and stands on her tip toes to be nearer to my height. I see a spark in her eyes which makes a small smile curve my lips in a lopsided way.

"Fair enough, I didn't want you to go anyway." I whisper as I bring my head closer to Ashley's.

A smile plays along her lips as our foreheads touch and our noses are lightly brushing against each other's.

"Oh really," Ashley says in a teasing tone. "And why is that?"

Shrugging I bring my lips down to her smoother ones kissing her tenderly. Ashley responds straight away, kissing me back. Our mouths move in perfect sync until I pull back slowly looking into her eyes, she bites her lip trying to hide a smile and blushes. I can't resist her anymore I slowly back her towards my un-made bed.

Ashley shuffles onto her back and I slide on top of her. I brush a strand of loose hair off her perfectly sculptured face and lean forward to kiss her forehead trailing smaller kisses down to the point of her nose until our mouths regain contact.

The kiss is full of desperation and need, I let slip a small groan of pleasure when Ashley's fingers dig into my back, keeping me in full contact with every bit of her body. I move to kiss her jaw line and down to her neck, biting down to nip her skin which will leave a small mark. Ashley gasps with pleasure and pulls at my t-shirt so our lips brush over each other's again...

"Harry?" A small voice cuts in.

Ashley jumps up startled, pushing me away out of an automatic response. I let out a small whimper as I topple to the floor and land on my funny bone. Why is it called that? It isn't fucking funny, it hurts like hell.