Fragile (Uncontrollable Desires 3) -ON HOLD!!!-

Chapter One: Breathe

Chapter One: Breathe

The lights that flash around me are bright and I paste a smile on my face, hoping that it looks genuine. I can hear the paparazzi asking questions but I've learned to block them out, to focus solely on walking and smiling. I let my hand skim against my dress, feeling the way it drapes down my body, hugging tightly to my curves. I would usually never wear clothes this tight, but Harry had insisted that I looked amazing in it. 

Harry's hand pulls me along the red carpet beneath our feet. He leads me out of the dozens of lights flashing, the crowd of voices finally being put behind us. I feel a hand on my back and I glance over to see Niall trying his hardest to not get separated from us. I reach back and take his hand, his familiar skin against mine. 

He looks up and smiles at me, his blue eyes calming down a bit. I stare back at Niall and I can't help but smile at him as well, our fingers intertwined. 

Harry's hand tightens on mine and I face him. He glares at me with hard green eyes and yanks me along, my grip on Niall's hand loosening. Panic rises in my chest and I try to hold onto the blonde boy, but Harry's stronger. Niall's hand slips out of mine, but his fingers grab my ring at the last second, pulling it off as well. 

Niall falls into the crowd and they swarm him. Harry leads me away, taking me away from the scene. 

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I wake up with a gasp and bolt upright in the bed. I throw the covers off of me and push them away, hating the fabric against my skin. My right hand fingers skim my left and I feel the ring around my finger. 

"Ashlyn?" Harry sits up slowly and blinks his sleepy green eyes. His brown curls are a mess on his head. He rubs his palms down his face. "Are you okay, baby?" 

I nod and try to give him the same smile I've been giving for weeks. "I'm fine, just a bad dream," I tell him and try to sooth down his hair. "Don't worry about." 

Harry wraps his arms around me and pulls me towards him, resting his head on my shoulder. "It's the same dream every time isn't it?" I freeze as he speaks. I haven't told him about the dream at all. "I know it's about Niall, babe," he whispers. 

I turn to face him. "Are you mad at me?" 

Harry frowns and puts his large hand on my cheek. "Why would I be mad at you about a dream, Ashlyn? It's not like you can control them."

"I know, but I'm sorry that you have to deal with my problems." 

Harry chuckles lightly and kisses my cheek softly. I feel my stomach flutter and he holds me closer to him. I can feel his bare chest against my back, my bra being the only clothing I have between us. "We deal with each other's problems. That's what a couple does, babe." 

Harry trails kisses down my shoulder and I lean my head back on his chest, looking upwards at him in the dark room. "You're getting better," I tell him with a small smile. I reach upwards and stick my fingers in his curls. "You aren't as broken." 

"Because I have you in my life," he tells me. Harry's lips hover above mine, so close that I can feel the magnetic pull between us. His warm breath brushes against my face. "And I'll always have you in my life." 

I tug him down to me and give him a soft kiss on the lips. "Forever," I whisper to him. 

"Forever," he vows. 

We lay back down on the bed and I curl into him, his arms holding me protectively. It's moments like these that I forget that anything ever happened between us. I forget about the accident and the paralysis. I forget about our problems. I forget about Lucinda. I forget about the fights. I forget about falling for Niall.