Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 27

Harry's P.O.V

It's been a few days since the opening of Finn's shop - his father bought him the shop to help with later on in his life; dealing with money and such, he believes in starting these things at an early age so the processes become sort of second nature as you get older, logical right?

I went to the shop around the corner to get some things and I spotted Erica there so naturally we got talking. Obviously our deal about buying a few drinks was bought up so I thought, why not? I did have a moment of guilt about leaving without telling anyone - especially Ashley - but Erica insisted I tag along and it was the least I could do after our last encounter.

It was good to catch up with someone that doesn't involve any arguments and violence. It felt kind of refreshing being able to step away from my life for a few seconds, pretend like I don't have worries about the past or Dré or even scared for Ashley. That sounds bad but really I don't mean it like that.

And then Ashley saw us and instantly starting calculating the sight before her and working the sum out wrong without thinking about the result beforehand.

I'm not going to be the first to apologise though, why should I? I didn't do anything wrong. Ashley is over reacting, again. She means more to me right now than anything or anyone ever has in my whole life and I wouldn't do anything to jeopardise that.

Erica hasn't been anything to me. We're friends. A guy and gal can be friends right?! She actually helped me work a few things out about myself; she understood why I couldn't express certain emotions to Ashley. She gave me a few tips...

"Harry you're mopping about." My dad's voice breaks through my overactive worrying thoughts.

"I am not," I mutter frowning at the TV in front of me.

"That girl...Ashley, she been messing with you?" He continues in his usual drawl.

"Nope," I don't particularly want to talk about it but knowing my dad he will be persistent and get it out of me.

"You been messing her about?" He rephrases his question. I don't answer him. "Stupid kid, go and apologise." He adds.

"Why would I want to do that? I didn't do anything wrong..."

"Because you don't treat girls like shit," Dad almost snaps.

"Whatever!" I say sharply under my breath earning a stern, angry look in return.

"Don't back chat! Get out of here now!" He snaps as he snatches the TV remote out of my hands and sits in his seat opposite the sofa.

"Where's Gem?" I ask as I stand up.

"In bed,"

She's always in her room, I hate how I can't help but think that maybe she isn't really as happy as I thought she was. With that though I troop out of the room and into the hallway, stopping in front of the smallish mirror, I look suitable enough to do this in; black low waist jeans and a plain white tee.

I have to do this, I can't think of anything else to do. Ashley needs to know more about me in order to trust me fully and I'm willing to tell her...I'm just scared she'll hate me for concealing things, things that other people have to know.

I don't know how she'll react, what if she tries to run away from me or worse? I don't know...I really don't know what's going to happen and that's the scariest thing ever because I think...I think I...

Sighing loudly I run my fingers through my bed head hair to try to tame my curls then I leave my house and start walking briskly to Ashley's house.