Uncontrollable Desires: A 1D Fanfic (Completed)

Chapter Twenty: Fans, Massages, and Tears.

Chapter Twenty: Fans, Massages, and Tears

**Harry's POV**

Walking out of that building was pure hell. We couldn't even get three steps out the elevator without being harassed by the paps with every microphone and camera on the damn planet. I put on a smile but inside I was screaming. I had just been told that any type of relationship with Ashlyn was not allowed, and if either of us failed to listen, there would be no more One Direction. Well, technically, there would just be no Harry Styles of One Direction.

But...if I did drop out of the band, or was removed, then I could date Ashlyn...

I shook my head violently. No. There was no way I would give up One Direction. Not even for a beautiful, independent girl. Not even for Ashlyn.

**Ashlyn's POV**

We got in the car and i slammed the door shut, blocking the world of screaming girls with metal and glass. Liam sat in the front with Harry in the driver's seat. I chose to sit beside Zayn after Niall and Louis piled into the far back of the car. I watched as security cleared a path for Harry to drive through, moving the girls back a few feet. Harry drove slowly out of the parking lot before the security let the girls go and they began to run after the car. They weren't following us very long as the car moved much faster than they could.

"Well that was exhausting," I said. I turned my back against the car door and put my feet over Zayn's legs. He didn't complain or object so I assumed he was fine with it. I let my head lean against the car's window.

"Tell me about it. It's so ridiculous that management thinks they can just come in and take us back!" Liam said from the front seat, I could see him texting rapidly on his phone.

"They still don't want me though," Harry mumbled and our eyes met briefly in the rear view mirror. The hair on my arms stood up and I rubbed at the goosebumps. Damn you hormones. Damn you to hell.

"We won't let them do that though. Don't worry Hazz!"

"I know Lou, but it's still very upsetting."

"I won't let them take you guys back anyways, so this conversation is invalid." I felt my phone buzz and I pulled it out to view the text message.

Ashlyn, please get the boys to Channel 4 in an hour. They're interview is in an hour and a half, but I suggest wait time.

I sighed and read the text aloud to the boys. They groaned in response.

"YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS BOYS!" Niall suddenly yelled from behind me.

"NANDOS!" Louis screamed and I looked back at him to make sure he had his seat belt on. Fortunately, he did.

"THERE'S NANDOS HERE?!"

"Sorry Niall, there isn't one anywhere near here," I said, raining on his parade. I knew he was pouting but I didn't look over at him. I shut my eyes and let myself relax.

"Well, whatever. I was talking about performing! What song are we singing at the interview? We always sing a song," Niall said.

I felt Zayn's hands start massaging my legs and I peeked at him. He hadn't shaved in a bit and he was already starting to grow some facial hair. It made him appear older, and a bit more sexier. Definitely attractive...

I didn't get any sparks or tingles that I got from when Harry's hands brushed mine, but instead I felt deep comfort in Zayn's touch. It felt like I could just relax into him and just let him massage me. I couldn't have a care in the world. It just felt natural...it felt right. I let my eyes slide back shut as Harry drove us towards the Channel 4 building with the help of a very annoying GPS system.

**Zayn's POV**

Ashlyn had fallen asleep within minutes of me massaging her legs. It didn't feel weird or awkward as I randomly started touching her legs. It felt natural to me. Kind of like feeling there was no worry in the world and I didn't have to think for a while as I let my hands knead her skin. She was tense, really tense and I wondered just how tired she was. If she was as tired as I believed her to be, then damn did she hide it well.

I continued to rub her legs as I shut my eyes, and slowly, I fell asleep as well.

**Liam's POV**

We were going to die. I just knew we were. Harry was driving but he kept stealing glances backwards at Ashlyn and Zayn. Every time he did so, the car swerved a bit. I held the car door handle and glared at Harry.

"You better keep your eyes on the damn road Hazz!" I yelled when he glanced back again, this time barely making it back into the right lane before a car passed by.

"Sorry Liam, I just..," Harry trailed off as he shook his head. "I just..."

I looked back at the two and saw them sleeping. Zayn's hands were on her bare legs that were draped over his. No wonder Harry was upset. I turned back towards Harry who had his hands clenched around the car's steering wheel. That was definitely not safe!

"Harry lighten up your grip on the steering wheel. Please, Hazz I'd like to avoid a car accident today," I said and relaxed a bit when he loosened his hold.

"I'm sorry Liam. I just...I just really like Ashlyn. And I can't even be with her. Do you know how much that sucks?! You know me Liam. When I want something, I go for it," he looked at me and his bottom lip trembled a bit. I sighed, this boy would be the death of us all.

I put my hand on his arm. "I'm sure there are ways around things Hazz."

"But there aren't!" He yelled and I looked back at Ashlyn and Zayn, both remained unmoving. I watched Ashlyn a bit longer, almost certain she was awake. "If I even try, then I get kicked off One Direction, you guys go back to the stupid management, and Ashlyn's company dies. I can't do that to you guys, Liam. I won't do that." I looked back at Harry and felt pity for him. He was definitely serious about Ashlyn. And he hadn't even kissed her yet.

"Alright Harry, I'll start thinking up a plan. In the meantime, keep your eyes on the road and get us to Channel 4. I'd like this interview to just be over with. Danielle is coming over tonight and I'm excited to see her," I smiled widely. Just the thought of being with my girlfriend made me happy. I just loved her so much.

**Ashlyn's POV**

I had woken up part way through Liam and Harry's conversation but I didn't dare make my awareness noticeable. I wanted to hear what Harry had to say if he thought I wasn't listening. It was more raw and real than if he were saying it directly to me.

"I really like her..." Harry said and I heard the raw pain in his voice. I almost cried hearing his words. My heart was just out of control as I pretended to still be sleeping. Harry liked me. Harry Styles really did have feelings for me. Even through the whole Macy situation, he had feelings for me.

I wanted to reach over and kiss him. I wanted to let him know that I had the exact same feelings as him. I wanted to just break every rule in the fucking book and just give into my teenage side. I wanted to be Ashlyn Adams: eighteen years old, high school student, and emotionally vulnerable. But I couldn't. I had to be Ashlyn Adams: daughter who inherited Adams Inc, manager of One Direction, and unavailable to every One Direction member. I had to control my feelings and pretend they weren't there. I had to be the person I was told to be.

Why couldn't he have kissed me back at the house? Why couldn't I have at least experienced one kiss from Harry Styles. One innocent kiss.

I felt the tears run down my face and I turned my body to face the car's seats. I felt Zayn stir beside me as he adjusted himself in response to me moving. I pretended to be sleeping. I hated this. I hated having to hide everything.