Rejection (One direction/Harry Styles)

Rejection:Chapter 3- The dog, The boy, & Jealously

(A/N: The picture is of Ashley's bedroom!)

~*Harry's P.O.V*~

"Why did you do that?!" I questioned/ yelled at Louis.

"She really isn't rude, rather nice." He stated dodging my question, his small smile now growing all the way to his ears.

"Why are you so happy?! Did you like embaressing me!" I yelled again. His smile just grew wider as he mumbled under his breath.

"What?!" I was getting adgetated at all of the little games he always played.

"I got..." was all i heard as he muttered again. I sighed angrily

"I got her number!" Did i just hear what i thought? Am i dreaming? Did those words really slip out of his mouth? The anger built up inside of me, i don't know why it just... it just felt so wrong of him to ask her. I felt hurt that she would give it to him. It felt like we had a connection, when i looked into her eyes i felt something, yet i didn't even know her name. But she felt awfully familliar in ways i can't explain. There was a boiling sensation in my stomach, i had to get away from him before i do something i regret.

"Pull over..." i said quietly with a hint of anger in my voice.

"Why? Harry it's n-"

"I said pull over!" I cut him off. He pulled his car to the side of the road.

I sarted to get up when i felt a hand on my shoulder. "Harry, don't do this." Zayn said. I slapped his hand off, hard.

"Don't touch me!" I snarled.

"Where are you going mate?" Liam asked. I ignored his question & slammed the door. I stomped away from the car. Lous called my name, then i heard muffled voices before they drove off. I really needed alone time, i needed to clear my head. I walked to the nearest bar as different questions filled my head- Why would he ask for her number?' 'Is there anything going on between them' 'Why am i so mad about this?'

"What would you like?" The woman behind the serving counter asked me, looking me up & down. Maybe she liked what she saw. Sex would deffently clear my mind. And she looked easy. She was a blonde, obviously fake, she had extensions that went down to the mid of her back, A very short dress - if you could call it that, popping red lipstick, & she looked about 24. She looked easy.

~Ashley's P.O.V~

"DO YOU KNOW WHO THAT IS?!" My sister asked me excitedly, pointing at my phone contact that listed 'The Tommo'. We were driving to my flat & she wouldn't shutup.

"Briella Nicole Mason!" I yelled, trying to calm her down.

"Sorry..."

"Yes, it's Louis Tomlinson." I answered her question.

"THE Louis Tomlinson who gave you his number!"

I just sighed at her. I really don't see why it's such a big deal, he has a girlfriend -so i've heard, eleanor, i think- & he didn't even try to flirt with me, it's not like anything is going to happen.

I walked up to my house's door & took out my key. "Ugh! Hurry up Ashley!" The little bugger yelled at me. I opened the door & nearly fell flat on my face because the overly excited teen pushed me. I turned around to face a very shocked Alex.

"Well... i guess i'll, urm see you later?" I said giving him a very awkward hug.

Yeah... Bye Ash."

I didn't feel anything towards him -anymore- but i know he still did towards me. I walked into my home & saw Bri practicing. She cheer's she really good, she even got first place at a national contest once. I dance, people tell me im really good at it also, i go to a dance school in central London i've always wanted to be a professional dancer, it's my dream. Briella & i both do Gymnastic too, & I also play Volleyball from time-to-time. I guess you could say we're pretty athletic.