Playing the Game. (Completed)

Chapter Sixteen

*Ashlyn's POV*

I stared at the message Isabella sent me with wide eyes. “What's wrong babe?” Harry asked. “Something is wrong with Bella.” “What do you mean? Did Zayn do something?” I shook my head, “No, I don't think so. She just text me saying we really needed to talk.” “What does it mean?” Concern in his voice. “Not sure we will find out when we get there.” We pull into the hotel parking lot where Prom was being held and as if I don't have enough on my mind I see Mesha. “Stop the car!” I yell getting angrier by the second. Harry doesn't ask her just slams on the breaks and I jump out of the car. “Aye bitch!” I scream and Mesha turns around. “What do you want?” She asked with a smirk on her face. “You better wipe the smirk of your ugly face real quick.” “What the hell are you going to do short shit?” “Oh shit.” I hear from behind me. “I'll show you what I'm gonna do.” I walked up to her. “Oh, really an-” Before she could finish her sentence I grabbed her ugly necklace, pulling her down and punching her straight in the face. “That's what I'm going to do. You cheating whore!” I go to walk away and someone grabs me. “What the fuck.” I say trying to pull my arm away. I look up to find some dude grabbing my arm. “Get off of me.” I snap. “Fuck no, you hit my girlfriend.” He went to raise his hand. “Get your hands off her now or you will be laying on the sidewalk with your whore!” Harry screamed from behind him. “Really who are you?” He turned around and looked up to Harry, dropping my arm almost instantly. Harry was about three inches taller then him. They guy just runs away to help Mesha up. I smile and hug Harry. “Thanks babe!” He kissed my cheek. “No one puts their hands on my girl.” I smiled. “We have to go find Isabella.” He nodded grabbing my hand. We walked inside searching a sea of faces for my, what seemed to be scared, best friend. I spot Niall with his arm wrapped around some blonde girl but, I just let it go. I look until I see Zayn looking around to. “Zayn!” I scream praying he can hear me. He looks and waves making his way through the crowd. But, when he reaches us, he is alone. “Where is Bella?” “In the car, she told me to find you and send you her way.” I nod and look at Harry. “Stay here with Zayn, I will be right back.” He kissed the top of head and I walked back out the door. I saw Mesha with an ice pack on her eye and I laugh to myself. I make my way to Zayn's car and as I approach it I see Isabella sitting in the passenger seat with her head down. “Please don't be crying.” I say to myself. I tap on the window causing her to jump, she motions for me to sit in the driver's seat with her head. I walk around the car and open the door, sliding in. “Okay, what's wrong?” I ask. “Well, I had a dream. And it seemed so real. Like it's going to happen or something like it is going to.” “What was the dream?”

                                 ~ ~ Flashback to Dream ~ ~

*Isabella's POV*

“Choose! Me or him.” One shadow said to me. “Don't put too much pressure on her.” Another said. “You know as well as I do. She has to pick someone.” “You've got a point. Now choose!” They both screamed. “What are you talking about?” I tried to move but I was tied down. “You know what we are talking about. Now choose!” “Can you please just let me go? Or at least let me know who you are!” I snapped , struggling to get out of the knots.” “No!” They boomed! “Choose! Choose!Choose!”

                                ~ ~End of Dream Flashback ~ ~

*Ashlyn's POV*

“When did you have that dream?” I asked. “On the way here I fell asleep and had it. What do you think it means?” Really? How can she not understand that? “Seriously?” I asked, “You don't know what that means?” “Am I supposed to?” “It means, you're torn.” She gave me a puzzled look. “It means not only your heart but your head is telling you something.” “And what might that be?” “It's telling you. You need to make up your mind. Do you want Zayn or Niall?” She opened her mouth to respond but she let my words settle in and shut it real quick. “Do you even know your choice?” She shook her head. “Even if I wanted to, I can't stop loving Niall. I've known him forever. He was my first love and was my best friend. And those loves together are impossible to let go of.” I nodded encouraging her to keep talking. “But with Zayn. When I'm with him, he makes me forget everything bad. He knows how to put and keep a smile on my face. I'm not saying I'm in love with him. I'm just saying, I don't think I can let him go.” She paused. “I really am torn.” I rubbed her back. “Well, you have plenty of time to think about that later. Just don't forget it but don't worry about it tonight. You came to Prom with Zayn. So, right now focus on him. Alright?” She nodded. “Now let's see that smile.” I teased. She flashed a bright white smile and climbed out of the car. “Oh and there is one more thing you have to do.” She looked at me confused. “Apologize to Liam.”