Born Villain

Chapter 6

"But Ashleigh, I don't want you to be scared of the darkness, there are bad people in this world, I don't want you to be afraid. I want you to live your life, be happy. Don't let the bad take over you, Ashleigh I love you darling." My mum says, her eyes close and I say,

"I- I love you t-two." Through my sobs, they echo around the room, as I hold her hand, her hand was tightly gripping mine, but.. it's gone limp, seconds before the heart moniter drones a loud continuous beep, indicating, that my mother has passed. She heard my last words to her.. my goodbye. I sob loudly and doctors and nurses enter the room, they let me stay with her for a few minutes, I kiss my mums forehead and my tears slip down my face, I don't want to say goodbye.

"Ashleigh, you have to leave." A nurse says quietly, I shake my head,

"I can't! She can't be dead.. she can't be.." I sob, a doctor presses his hand against my back and pushes me out of the room, but the hallway isn't a hospital ward, it's a dark allyway.

I turn, the doctor's face has changed. Megan.

She grabs my throat and slams me into the wall, my head cracking against the stone, I feel the blood pour down my neck. "Have a good goodbye to your mother? Since you have nothing left. Nothing!" She starts laughing, then she has a knife, "Pitty no one can say fairwell to your death." She rams the knife into my chest, where my heart is. I scream. And fall to the floor, wishing for anything that I could stay awake...

"ASHLEIGH!"

My eyes snap open and I see Harry standing above me, he's wearing pajama bottoms and a plain white top, "Shit, Ashleigh, are you okay?! Jesus christ you had me scared, you were screaming and crying, was it a bad dream? Do you want to tell me about it.. Do you need a glass of water-"

"Shut upp." I say quietly, "I have them every single night, about the same thing, except this one was different, I'm okay."

"You sure?" He asks uncertain, I nod and try to change the topic

"What time is it?"

"Half three."

"Fuck.." I mumble, he runs a hand through his messy curls and sits on the end of the bed, which I guess this is my room now,

"What.. what happens in your dreams?" He asks, turning to face me,

I shake my head, "I don't want to talk about it." He looks straight into my eyes, it's like he's staring into my soul. Do I even have a soul? His beautiful green eyes are stunning.

"Megan was yelling before for me to shut you up, you were screaming like that for ten minutes before I woke you, I swear to god you had me worried."

"Well, you shouldn't be that worried, you're Harry Styles."

"Are you scared of me?" He asks,

"W-what?"

"Are you afraid.. of me?"

"Not really, just.. you have like two sides, a genuine one that I've seen, and a harsh one that others see."

"It's only to show them who's in charge, I mean all the gang see my genuine side. But when someone pisses me off a tiny bit, I'm like a bomb, I blow up, I try to control it but it just sort of.. gets the better of me before I can calm myself. You haven't pissed me off.. yet."

I nod,

"Do you need a glass of water?" He asks, I shake my head,

"Honestly I'm okay."