Uncontrollable Desires: A 1D Fanfic (Completed)

Chapter Sixteen: Stairs

Chapter Sixteen: Stairs

** HARRY'S POV**

"What was going through your mind when you brought Macy here?" Liam asked me from his seat across from Niall. He had his elbows on his knees and he leaned forward towards me along with everyone else.

I ran a hand through my curls. That was a good question. I couldn't explain what went through my mind, but when I saw Macy standing there I just wanted her so badly. It was like my attraction to women had gone so far that it was now an uncontrollable desire.

"Well," I started, remembering that they were all waiting for an answer. I stared at an empty space on the wall and said the only thing that could come to me. "Sex. I wanted to have sex with her."

The room remained absolutely quiet and I kept my eyes set on that spot of nothing on the wall. I could feel Ashlyn's eyes on me and I didn't dare turn to meet them. I knew I wouldn't be able to handle the emotion in her blue eyes.

"And why did you bring her here? Why didn't you go back to her place?" Liam asked and I couldn't hold in my bitter laughter. Liam was acting dense.

"We already went to her place. Thought it'd be funner here," I replied, ignoring the fact that I sounded like someone I would hate if I met me. They wanted the truth and the truth was what they were getting.

"So you already..," Louis trailed off and I let my eyes fall on him. He was biting his bottom lip and I knew it was to stop him from tearing up. He hated this part of me. We've already reached that point where I had been thrown off of One Direction. I knew everyone still worried it would happen again.

"Yes. I did," I said slowly.

I heard a small gasp from Ashlyn and my heart suddenly felt five thousand times heavier. That one gasp from Ashlyn caused goosebumps to rise up on my body and I fought the urge to look at her. I would not feel bad about my actions. Ashlyn had been going around with practically everyone in the band. I had seen her on top of Louis! She had no right whatsoever to get upset over my sexual encounter with Macy.

So why did that tiny gasp bring out more emotions in me than any other girl had? Why did that single sound bury deep under my skin and stay there?

"Liam. Please...can I leave?" Ashlyn asked quietly, her voice slightly breaking. I clenched my fists to stop the flow of emotions erupting inside of me. I fought against my instincts to go to her and remained seated.

"We haven't discussed-"

"Please Liam. We can talk about it in the morning," Ashlyn barely whispered it and I wondered how hard it was for her to even do that.

Liam sighed and flopped back in to her chair. We all knew there'd be no point in pushing her at that moment. "Alright. We will talk about everything in the morning. I've got to make a phone call anyways," Liam grumbled as he got out of his chair.

Ashlyn shot up onto her feet and practically ran out of the room. I watched as she disappeared up the staircase, her brown hair swishing behind her, reminding me of Macy. The other boys got to their feet and started leaving the room. I looked at Lou, expecting him to come and comfort me as always.

He didn't even spare me a glance as he walked away. "Lou," I called out and stood up. Louis paused midstep but didn't turn my way. "Lou?" I repeated.

He shook his head before turning half way towards me. "You've screwed up Harry. I don't know how to help you. I don't even know if you want help," he said and I felt my stomach drop. I couldn't believe my eyes as Louis, my best mate, turned away and walked up the stairs, not even giving me a second glance.

***ASHLYN'S POV***

How could I be stupid! How could I fucking fall for him?! Harry Styles. Harry fucking Styles! I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to just ball up into myself and cry in a corner.

The tears were practically flooding down my cheeks as I slammed my bedroom door closed, knocking a couple things off the walls in the process. I threw myself onto my bed and buried my face in the nearest pillow. I wanted to disappear.

I felt like a child crying about a dropped ice cream cone. I felt like a teenage girl who fangirls about the boys and then finds out one of them is dying. My tears were burning down my face, practically scolding as they fled down my cheeks. I hated it. I hated him. I hated everything.

**LOUIS'S POV**

I walked away from Harry. It was one of the hardest things I had done but I couldn't make myself turn back and forgive him that easily. He had screwed up and now all our careers were in jeopardy.

Liam was talking on the phone to Danielle and I could hear Niall speaking to the cook Linda in the kitchen. I didn't know where Zayn went to but the art room was definitely a possibility.

I trudged my way up the stairs towards the floor all of us boys shared. I stopped when I reached the door, my hand on the knob ready to turn it. I didn't want to go into our room. Harry would eventually come in it and I didn't want to be near the curly haired boy right now. Honestly, I didn't want to be near anyone at the moment.

Deciding I was better off sleeping in a different place, I continued walking up the stairs. As I walked, I couldn't help but think about how ironic our situation was. Stairs literally represented One Direction metaphorically. We both had our ups and downs, but we both kept going. There was only one way to get off the stairs and that would be to hit the bottom or reach the top. One Direction was on its way to the top, but we kept coming to places in the staircase that had a couple steps missing, causing us to call a time out before continuing on. I knew we would get back on to the sturdy steps later on, but right now we were taking a break.

I got on to the top floor and let myself into Ashlyn's parents' old room. She had told us on the tour that we could be up here, but I don't remember what she said about their bedroom. I shrugged, she wasn't going to come out of her room tonight anyways.

I sighed as I flopped down into the bed that took up most of the center of the bedroom. If I were an eighteen year old girl who lost her entire family, inherited a multi-million dollar company, and had to manage a group of boys around her age, I knew I'd be doing a worse job than Ashlyn was. I had to give her major props for taking us all in and dealing with all our crap. There weren't many adults that could deal with a situation like this.

Bzz! My phone vibrated and I rolled over on to my side so I could reach into my pocket.

A text from Liam:

CHECK TWITTER.

I didn't want to get on twitter and see our names connected with new rumors. I just wanted to be normal for one day and not deal with all the insane fans. But I knew I wouldn't be anywhere without my fans and I couldn't let them down. I had an image to keep. Hell, I was Louis Tomlinson.

I logged into twitter, ignoring the thousands of mentions I received, and pressed to see the now trending tweets.

#HarryStylesMysteryGirl. #EndofLarryStylinson. #HarryWhoran. #FromTheBottomOfTheStairsToTheTopOfTheChartsToTheGarbageShoot. #BeliebersFTW

I tossed my phone aside not wanting to continue on in reading about One Direction. I pushed a pillow against my face and shut my eyes. I willed myself to sleep and to forget about everything happening. Tomorrow morning would be hell and I knew it.

*A/N* QUESTION: IS THIS TOO SLOW ? Please tell me ? .-.