Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 29

Ashley's P.O.V

A sudden thud comes from upstairs and startles me. I look around to see if Alex has come down but there's no sigh. I switch the TV off and get up to discover the cause of the noise.

"Alex?" I call out as I slowly walk past my bedroom towards his.

No reply comes which makes me even more anxious. I knock on his door and tap my foot anxiously. The fact that no-one is opening the door makes my imagination spiral out of control. What if he's hurt himself or what if he's being attacked by a random person? I frown at the last suggestion after realising how stupid I actually sound.

I open the door and let myself in.

The suitcase on the floor looks half unpacked and the bed sheets are still fresh and untouched. I notice Alex's smart skinny trousers are hung over the rails and his blazer is on the further side of the bed. He must be in the bathroom, I think to myself as I carefully mind the scattered clothes on the floor and go to the bathroom door.

As I lift my hand to knock on the door, it opens and reveals a very revealing toned body. He definitely takes pride in his body as well as his face. As I realise I'm staring at his chest, my eyes widen and shoot up to meet his.

"Um...Alex, hi...I was wondering what you would like to eat tonight? We haven't got much at home to make something good with so do you want to eat out or order takeaway?"

He doesn't seem interested in what I have to say and carries on fiddling with his toiletries he has just used. He tugs a new white shirt off the hook and turns back to face me. Whilst he puts his shirt on he finally gives me an answer,

"Whatever you fancy although I would love to dine out, maybe an Italian tonight?"

I'm pulled back by his answer but then again, he's a posh boy who has probably never ordered greasy Chinese food before.

"Um yeah I suppose. I'm pretty much ready so whenever really."

He dashes past me and carries on buttoning his shirt. I watch as he picks up his expensive watch which is most probably a Rolex and then turns to face me - again.

"I do like that dress it shows your curves and enhances your breasts although it isn't really to my taste." I roll my eyes at him. Who does he think he is? What is he, a stylist who knows A to Z about fashion? Maybe he's gay.

"I don't mean to offend you but it is all honesty." He forces himself to smile which only make me want to strangle him more - it looks so fake.

"Listen, I'm my own person! Who do you think you are, Jasper Conran? You can't come here and tell me what to wear and most importantly indirectly call me fat!" My chest rises up and down thanks to my mini rant which could go on forever. "So fuck you, and fuck your little posh ways. You've only been here an hour and I already want to throw you out!"

My speech abruptly stops and then I cover my mouth with my hands. There I go again. Crap.

"Shit I'm sorry, I'm just a little stressed out with my parents gone and your mother in hospital and Harry..." I stop at Harry's name, my eyes widening and feel the life in me sink.

Harry...

Alex subtly laughs which makes me raise my eyebrows, "What's funny?"

He carries on laughing and leans back onto my door. "I'm sorry; you're just how I remember you, a fiery personality who is a sweet girl inside." He comes over to me and takes my arm as I smile at his comment.

"And no, I'm not Jasper Conran. My girlfriend Lizzie however does work for him surprisingly so I know quite a bit. I mean I do have the fashion talk at dinner almost every night."