Summer Love- Harry Styles / Ashton Irwin

Chapter 31

Ariahs P.O.V.

"What?" I scoffed as I faced Ashton who had rudely barged in on me.

"You heard. What happened last night while I was gone?!"

"Nothing happened!"

Apart from having sex with Harry and locking everyone outside.

"Bullshit." He growled, hitting the wall.

"Ashton I swear, he came home drunk and I put him on the sofa to sleep." I avoided his angry eyes as he rolled his head back.

"So you were together then?"

"Yes. But not like that."

Im shocked at my own snappy reactions as my words sound truthful.

He ran his tongue along his teeth, closing the door, he took a step towards me.

"You're mine goddamn it." He spoke slowly with a strong hint of anger present in his voice as he ran a hand down my cheek.

"Mine!" He yelled, causing me to jump back.

He pulled me back towards him harshly, my hand on my towel tightening.

"Who's are you?" He growled in my ear.

I swallowed hard. "Yours."

A light chuckle came from his mouth.

"And only mine."

"Okay." I whispered, my breath shaky as he ran a hand up my towel.

"Do I need to prove it?" His voice raised a little.

"No." I swallowed again, his eyes looked dark, this wasn't the Ashton I loved.

Infact I don't love him at all anymore..

"I think I need to." He nibbled the top of my ear and I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as he back me against the wall.

"Ashton ple-"

"Shhh." He placed a finger over my lips. "We didn't finish what we started lastnight." He smirked.

"Im not in the mood Ashton stop." I said, not sounding as confident as i hoped as his lips left a trail down my neck.

"I am. Seeing you in only your towel all wet." The smirk on his face grew and I felt sick.

"Stop." I spoke harshly as he tried to tug away at the towel but he didn't stop, his hands running up the towel and cupping my breasts.

"Ashton I said stop." I began to struggle under his strong grip as he ripped the towel from my body.

The boys were all only in the living room, but I couldn't bring myself to scream.

He pulled down his pants, licking his lips as he entered me fast, I squeezed my eyes shut as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"You're gonna love this." He growled in my ear, only making me feel worse.

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"I love you." Ashton groaned as hid thrusts got sloppy.

"I hate you." I spat, this is a serious low even for him.

He laughed in response, pulling out of me and straightening up.

"Just remember who's you are." He told me once more before leaving me alone in the bathroom once again.

I turned on the shower, letting my tears fall freely as the water washed away the pain.

Harrys P.O.V.

Ashton had been in the bathroom for over half an hour, and I hadn't heard them arguing for a while.

I stood up, walking slowly past the door, hearing Ashtons moans.

Disgusting. He went in there to question her about her sleeping with me and ends up banging her himself.

Only last night she was with me, and I may have been slightly drunk but it was the best night of my life.. apart from the day I met her of course.

Does she regret it? Part of me hopes she doesn't and another part of me hopes she feels guilty for Ashtons sake and tells him, Id love to see his face when she did. Twisted right?

A few minutes later Ashton came through the door and straight off the bus.

Wow.

I contemplated knocking on the door but decided against it when I heard the shower begin to run.

Ariahs P.O.V.

Id showered and changed and here I was, still stood feeling disgusting in the bathroom. Staring at my reflection. I looked awful.

"Ariah?" I heard Harrys voice.

"Come in." I spoke quietly.

Soon after he entered.

Was it weird that we were both now together in the bathroom Ashton had just basically raped me in? Probably.

"Are you- you know.. okay?" He looked concerned and it hurt, knowing that I couldn't tell him what just happened.

"Fine." I put on my best smile and stood up from the toilet seat.

His arms caught me from behind as he pulled me close.

Before I could breathe another word he brought his hand to my face and ran his fingers down my cheek.

"Tear stains..." He frowned, running his hand slowly down my arm. "You've been crying."

I instantly looked down but he lifted my chin up softly to face myself again.

"Look at you, Ariah. Your beautiful brown eyes, perfect oil skin.. gorgeous brown hair.. You're perfect, and Ashton is simply degrading your beauty. Knocking your confidence and bringing you down." He whispered.

My heart was beating fast, he was right; about Ashton. He was bringing me down.

"Tell me im wrong."

I shook my head, another tear rolling down my cheek.

He span me round, caching the tear with his thumb as I closed my eyes taking a breath.

"Don't cry baby... Don't cry.." He hushed, pulling me into his chest and wrapping his arms around me tightly.

I took in the musky, minty scent which lingered on him, bringing back lastnights memory as he held me close.

He pulled away, his hands on my shoulders.

"It's okay, you're going to be okay.." He smiled.

He cupped my face in his large hands as he pressed his forehead against mine softly.

"Itll all get better in time." He whispered, his hot breath hitting my cheeks as he slowly pressed my lips against his.

He pulled away and slowly dropped his hands from my face, taking my hands in his. "I promise."

I nodded, smiling a little.

Somehow I believed him. I believed that things will get better, I hoped anyway.