Uncontrollable Desires: A 1D Fanfic (Completed)

Chapter Thirteen: Broken Down & Thrown Off

*A/N* Sorry for mistakes ! Some people are pushy :P LOL . Enjoy(:

Chapter Thirteen: Broken Down & Thrown Off

**ASHLYN'S POV**

I couldn't focus on the movie. I got up half way through it and made my way to my art room. I waved down the boys' attempts to comfort me and told them to finish the movie. I just wasn't in the mood.

I closed the door of my art room and leaned against the counter that went around the room.

Harry. What was Harry doing?! I couldn't help but worry about him. I was his manager, but there was something else. Something I didn't quite understand yet.

I sunk down into one of the bean bag chairs in the corner and put my face in my hands. If I screwed this job up my parents' company was dead. All of my parents' work was relying on a group of five boys. I couldn't be expected to maintain everything myself! I was only eighteen!

A soft knock shocked me and I looked up as Zayn walked in. He threw me a shy smile before walking over to me.

"Hey," he said and sat down in the bean bag chair beside me. "You alright?"

I nodded my head. I didn't want the boys to know that my entire company was in their hands. "I'm fine. I'm just worried, you know?"

"You have feelings for him don't you?" The question came as a complete shock but I knew he was completely serious. I also knew how hard it was for him to ask.

I was battling with myself. I wasn't one hundred percent sure of my feelings, but I knew they were there. I loved the boys already, but there was just a certain attraction to Harry that had me wanting him. But then again, there was Zayn and Niall. Those two boys made me feel things I didn't think I would again. I couldn't believe I was caught up in this mess. I swore I wouldn't get involved with any of them and here I was confused about my feelings towards three of them.

"I don't know," I said honestly. I just didn't know. I was scared of my feelings.

"Hey, don't cry." Zayn's fingertips brushed my cheeks and I felt goosebumps rise on my skin. I didn't even realize I started crying until he did that.

"I'm such a screwed up person," I groaned and put my head on my knees, wrapping my arms around my legs tightly so that I was in a little ball. I felt his arms go around me.

"No you're not. You just-"

Zayn didn't get to finish as the door to the art room flung open and voices bombarded us.

"Harry is at it again!"

"All over twitter."

"And instagram!"

"It's like he wants to be noticed as-"

"Another one! This one going on thirty!"

"He just doesn't learn!"

"BOYS!" I yelled to get their attention. They were all madly pacing around the room and after I yelled they spun in my direction. Zayn let go of me and I stood up. "Now explain to me, very calmly and very slowly. What is going on?" I said with my hands in the air.

"HARRYISGOINGAROUND-"

"HEDOESN'TUNDERSTANDWHATSHAPPENING"

"WE'REALLSOSTUPIDAND-"

"ONE AT A TIME!" I yelled and put my hand to my forehead. I had a massive headache coming on and their screaming didn't help in the slightest. I couldn't understand anything they were saying when they talked like that.