Secret Affair (Harry Styles)

Chapter Thirty-One

Marissa's P.O.V

As I assumed. The car ride was awkward as ever. Me and Harry's eyes kept locking whenever I looked through the rareview mirror. Its just so weird, having the two boys in the same room as me makes me feel nervous.

We pulled up to a fancy place called 'Madame Le Jours' as my eyes widened at how big it is. Its beautiful. Colorful lights hung up on the tree as there was different curtains designed in each tree.

My mouth formed an 'o' shape. It looks like a wedding reception. This place was just amazing.

"Ok guys we are here." Harry said parking the car and turning off the ignition. I quickly got off of the car and Ashton followed behind me.

"This place is amazing." I spoke my thoughts.

"I know right." Liz said and link her arms with Harry as he kissed her on the cheeks, I rolled my eyes and entertwin my hands on Ashton's.

We entered the fancy place and they Liz talked at the woman in her mid thirties, she's probably the organizer of Harry's birthday.

She lead us to the back of the restaurant and I sighed, when I saw a pool and a floating candles on it.

Everything just felt so amazing.

"Its beautiful." I said, speaking my thoughts, Ashton looked at me and smiled.

"Yeah, like you." he cheekily said. I frown slightly remembering the way Harry said it that night. I giggled fakely and he kisses my forehead. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry rolled his eyes.

I smirk secretely and continue my plan on getting Harry jealous. Is he going to? I think yes, because he acts like he is.

"Babe lets go over there yeah?" I ask and point to the fountain on the side of the pool. Ashton nods his head and drag me and headed where it is.

I look at Harry to catch him staring at us as I do not break any eye contact. I smirked and peck Ashton on the lips as he wrapped his arms around my waist bringing me closer. I'm still looking at Harry where he has his jaw clenched.

Jealous huh?

I wrap my arms around Ash's neck and kiss him gently. He pulled me closer to his and our chest were touching. I'm enjoying the moment and I don't longer cared if Harry was looking at us or not. All I care about right now is how passionate we kissed.

I tug on his hair as he groan slightly making me smile through the kiss. As I was about to catch a breath and stop the kiss, someone cleared their throat behind. My cheeks flush as I turn to look at Harry.

"If I should have known that you." he points to Ashton. "would stuck your tongue down my daughter's throat wouldn't have let you come with us."

I mentally smirked at my success, I knew he wouldn't last seeing me with someone. But I don't really care with his feelings, he hurted me and I should do the same.

"Sorry sir. I just missed her." Ashton said which made me smile.

Liz came up behind Harry and I mentally rolled my eyes.

"I think you should let them be Harry. They're teenagers, what do you expect?" she said and I want to rip her fucking head off.

Harry sighed then huffs in frustration and we started arranging the designs in its usual place to be placed.

I was done with the balloons then I have to hung Harry's banner. I climb the ladder and stand on my tippy toes to reach the hook, but curse my height. I tried it again but suddenly slipped. I shrieked and grab ahold of the ladder but I am too heavy.

I closed my eyes and groan in pain as I heard them ushered infront of me. My eyes were tightly shut as the soreness of my back suddenly became more painfull.

I was being lifted carefully as they put me in their lap, my vision was a blur and my head was pounding.

"Call a fucking ambulance!" As I heard his tone, I knew Harry was the one who's carrying me. I started to tear up from the pain that welcomes me.

"No, don't cry love. They will be here in a minute. Don't cry. Just hold on. Don't sleep." Harry soothed as he wiped my tears. He grab my hand as I groan.

He still cares.

But he don't love me. He just cared.

I need Ashton, the one who loves me. Not the one who hurts me.

"A-Ash?" I said weakly and open my eyes. I saw Ashton holding my other hand as his eyes filled with panick. He soothed me and I weakly smiled while Harry had a frown on his face.

Lizbeth was talking with someone and she's in panic too.

I heard sirens and someone rushing as I was gently being lifted up as they put me in the stretcher, he was still holding my hand. Not letting me go.

They lifted the stretcher up and I close my eyes and still feel his hand on me.

The part there is that, its not Ashton its Harry.