HARRYS POV
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!?" I yelled at Adam the worker. he winked at Ashley like it was nothing but it was a great big something. it was right infront of me, Ashleys boyfriend. what's the matter with this guy?!
"I'm not doing anything, but what does it matter? you just wanna have her for sex, right?" he took something from underneath the counter and slid it towards Ashley and I. I didn't bother looking at it, who does he think he is? I just stared at him, and I could feel my blood boiling and my heart racing so fast I thought it'd explode. right when I was about to flip out on him i herd ashleys faint voice, so quiet it was like one of my own thoughts in the back of my mind.
"d-did you know about t-this? Harry?" she asked and I looked down at her, her eyes obviously filled with pain. I took a look at what she'd been asking about And it was a magazine. the front cover was plastered with pictures of ashley and I in bed....I have to admit I am quiet embarrassed but who would publish this kind of stuff, they should be sued. what bothered me the most is what people would think, and what they'd say. some people don't care and mind their own businesses but others aren't so kind, and I don't want Ashley to be hurt or get hurt, because seeing her hurt, hurts me.
"where Did you get this?" I asked but he only scoffed at me and turned his head to Ashley.
"next time you wanna scream a real man's name in bed, call me." he commented towards Ashley, but she wasn't paying attention.
that just made me wanna punch him in his face for saying that. what is he thinking? wait, he's not cause if he really had a brain, he'd be keeping his mouth shut. I was going to punch in that moment but seconds later Ashley put her hand on my cheek, so softly and gently, her eyes filled with pain as ours met.
it was a split second that I saw that hurt. the hurt I've see before in her eyes, when I yelled at her. when I slapped her. when she found me with that other girl. I was terrible and the last thing I deserved was her. she slowly turned away from me and went to the back rink. did I follow her? No. I couldn't. every time I looked at her, all I could remember was how I hurt her. I should just let her calm down and see how she is in a while, but right now I want to talk with this dick head worker, Adam.
ASHLEYS POV
as I laid on the cold grown, but it didn't matter. the cold blended into my bodies coldness. I was hurting. I'm not even worth Harry's time and now that's out, those pictures, what will society think? that I can't even keep my pants on? that I'm desperate? And I haven't even met Harry's mother, or sister gemma! that is what makes me really worse in mind. what are they going to think, because obviously they will see this sooner or later. at least they had blurred the pictures so you couldn't see much, but still. what is wrong with paparazzi? can they not see that a young couple is finally back together happy, why not just leave them be?
"Hey." I turned my head to see who was talking and it was Harry. he had been just standing there with his hands tucked in his pockets, no ice skates on either.
"hi." I sniffled. I returned to my regular position starring up into oblivion, or if you want to be technical the ceiling of the skating rink.
"you ok?"
"No." I replied stiffly.
"do you know how this feels?" I asked him looking at his pale face and beautiful big green eyes, shaking his head no.
"it feel like salt in a stab wound. or lemon."
"why is that?" he came walking towards me.
"why? Well because how is you mom or sister going to react to this? God, I haven't even met them. what do you think they will think about me?" I replied.
