Out of Reach (A Harry Styles Fan Ficton)

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

"You what!" Zayn practically screams in my face as soon as I walk through his apartment doors.

I groan as my alcohol and sleep deprivation headache increases, "Zayn you already heard me. Ashanti Evans and I slept together."

"I can't believe you don't understand how big of deal this is. Ashanti is one of the hottest rising stars in the planet and she basically made you a groupie!" I feel like he's screaming and if I have to hear another minute of it I might explode.

"Zayn you're acting like a teenage girl. She's just a regular person, and I'm not a groupie it's not like its going to happen again."

"Dude, you don't know that." He sits down next to me and hands me a glass of water.

"No I do know that. She was so cold afterwards." I shudder at the way that she just dismissed me after our time together.

"I feel like you're overthinking it, I mean her explanation made sense. She had another show to go to." He shrugs.

"Yeah but you don't understand she was just so dismissive afterwards. It was like what just happened didn't mean anything to her."

"My man, it probably didn't just be happy you got laid." He smacks me in my chest and I drink the rest of my water as he turns a video game on and we spend the rest of the night avoiding what had just happened a few hours ago.

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The next day I wake up on Zayn's couch with a huge kink in my neck and my nagging headache that refuses to go away. I rub my eyes and notice Zayn fast asleep next to me with his playstation controller still in his hands.

Before I can even stop it the image of Ashanti's body writhing under me sneaks its way into my head intensifying my headache even more.

I sigh before I get up, grab my keys and decide to finally leave. While sitting in my car and driving I still can't shake the image of her out of my mind. I have to see her again, and I don't know how but I know that I have to.

As I reach a red light I take my phone out and search her on instagram, her profile immediately popping up as the first result. When I click on her name I feel like a stupid little school girl as dumb grin spreads across my face at the sight of her. It's pure hunger and I know it. It's the lust that I felt for her that night in the tour bus that's eating away at me.

I click follow and put my phone down as the light turns green and I continue my drive home.

Ashanti's POV

I wake up to the bus coming to screeching halt and silently begin to pray that no one will try to wake me up. I'm so exhausted and tackling the days tasks seems impossible as ever.

I relish in the few moments of silence before my manager busts into the bus and rips open the curtain of my bunk. "We just arrived at the hotel. We need to do hair and makeup and then you have to make an appearance at a radio show for an interview."

I swallow the annoyed groan I have in my throat and smile at him before mustering up the max amount of happiness a person can have a 7 o'clock in the morning before answering, "Of course. I'll be out there in 5."

He doesn't look at me but instead continue to tap away at his phone as he nods and makes his way out. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and get up to make sure that I am halfway decent before exiting the bus.

I slip on a yellow and red dashiki that reaches the middle of my thighs, remove my silk scarf, throw my braids in a ponytail, brush my teeth and exit the bus. As soon as I step outside I'm met with the familiar hand of my security guard on the middle of my back. He leans over to me and softly whispers, "Theres some fans standing outside of the hotel, I don't know if you-"