If It's What You Want A Harry Styles Fanfiction || h. s.

Chapter 5

"Hi, I'm Kristen."

"I'm Colin. It's nice to meet you."

"I'm sorry about Ashley. She's typically really nice to everyone. I . . ."

"It's okay. It's not like I haven't met her before," said Colin.

"You've met? When she was working?"

"Yes, but Harry can't figure out who she is. It's driving him crazy," laughed Colin.

"Are you going to enlighten him?"

"No way! We're having great fun with it," said Colin gesturing between he and Wil.

Wil looked up in time to gesture a hello down the table before returning his attention to Michelle and Sheena.

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Kristen bumped elbows with Colin when she saw Ashley walking out of the alcove alone. She and Colin looked questioningly at Ashley as she approached the table.

"Everything okay?" asked Kristen.

"I guess," said Ashley shrugging.

"You have apparently met Colin."

"It's very nice to see you again," said Ashley.

"Likewise. I suppose you're aware that he doesn't recognize you," smiled Colin.

"Could we just keep it that way?" asked Ashley hopefully.

"No problem," said Colin nodding his head slightly toward the alcove.

With barely a glance in Ashley's direction, Harry returned to the table and immediately became immersed in a conversation with Sheena.

Typical. The blond bombshell type. What was it with male celebrities and models? Oh my god. Could that laugh be anymore pretentious, thought Ashley as she watched Sheena place her hand on Harry's arm.

"Ashley!"

"Sorry, what?"

"The rest of the crew are here," said Kristen.

"Shit," said Ashley loudly.

She immediately turned red with embarrassment.

"Sorry, sorry," said Ashley pushing back her chair.

Kristen grabbed her arm before she could stand.

"What does it matter if he finds out?" whispered Kristen.

"I don't know," said Ashley shaking off Kristen's hand and heading out to meet those who were walking from the parking lot toward the front entrance.

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"Hey," said Ashley to the group. "You guys finished up early tonight."

"Everyone was anxious to get to the party," said Steve. "Gerald took your aunt home. He'll be here as soon as he changes."

"Thanks. Listen, could you do something for me?" asked Ashley.

"Of course. Name it."

"We have some unexpected guests. Could you help me spread the word that I'm just the owner's niece tonight?"

"Sure, but why?"

"Please," she pleaded with both hands on his arm.

"I'll take care of it."

"I owe you."

After Steve and Ashley made their way through the group making sure everyone understood her role for the evening, they all entered the restaurant and headed to the patio.