Uncontrollable Desires: A 1D Fanfic (Completed)

Chapter Seventeen: Dreams vs Reality

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Chapter Seventeen: Dreams vs. Reality

**Harry's POV**

"Harry..." my name tumbled off her lips and I shuddered from the warm breath on my face. Her voice was soft, melodic and enchanting. I was dragged in and hooked for life. "Harry..." It was a silent plea and I felt her lips just under my jaw.

"Ashlyn," I breathed out and grasped her body to mine. She was so real, so warm.

She laughed throatily as her fingers twisted into my curls. "Silly boy. It's Macy..." No. That was wrong. She was wrong. She wasn't...

"Ashlyn..." Her name seeped through my lips again, involuntarily. It was like breathing.

"WAKE UP!" A rough slap to my face had me bolting up in bed as I was rudely awakened. The slap didn't hurt, but it sure as hell was harder than normal.

"The hell?" I sputtered out and put my hand in front of my eyes to shield me from the exposed sunlight. When my eyes finally adjusted I squinted at whoever interrupted my sleep.

Ashlyn. She was in a pair of black leggings and a blue top, standing on her toes across the room as she worked on sliding the huge blinds from the windows. I appreciated the view and my mind drifted to the dream I had. Her body felt so real...the way she said my name.

"Stop staring at me," she suddenly whispered and my eyes went to her face. She was looking at me and my heart pounded. An emotion I couldn't place flashed there for a moment before it morphed into hatred. "I said stop it Harry. And get up," Ashlyn's eyes practically flashed and her voice was venomous. She crossed the room quickly and left the room, leaving the door wide open for me to follow.

"Damn," I muttered. Even when she was angry she was hot.

***Ashlyn's POV***

Harry had been talking in his sleep. At first they were incoherent pieces of sentences, but then my name filled the silent space between us. "Ashlyn." The way he said it made my stomach ache. That one word was filled with so much love that I couldn't believe my ears. Until he said it again.

I panicked. I slapped him in order to wake him up. It worked but I couldn't handle looking him in the eyes yet, not when he looked so damn attractive in the morning. I focused on the curtains but I felt his eyes on me. When I turned he was staring at me distantly and I almost caved in to the urge to run over to him. His morning curls were sloppy, his eyes squinted from the light, and his lips slightly parted. He was gorgeous.

I did the only thing I could think of. I focused my anger on him, remembering that Macy had him already. I hated her more than I hated him.

And then I fled the room, practically flying down the staircase. I had to get away from Harry. He made me feel an unhealthy variety of emotions and it made me feel vulnerable. I hated showing weakness. I couldn't-

BAM! I slammed into a body of flesh that left me reeling backwards. "Woah! Slow down Ashlyn. What's the rush?" Liam looked down at me as I rubbed at my forehead. Jeeze this guy needs to stop working out.

"Nothing!" I squeaked out and Liam raised an eyebrow at me. Hell I wouldn't believe me either.

"Alright then," he said slowly. "I'm going to get Zayn and we can all discuss things at the table." I nodded in response and he shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. "Right," he said before heading up the stairs.

I walked to the kitchen and breathed in the lovely breakfast aroma. My tummy grumbled and I realized I was starving. Linda was at the stove flipping pancakes while Niall expertly stole them off the plate when she was looking.