Uncontrollable Desires: A 1D Fanfic (Completed)

Chapter Twenty Two: A Fight

Chapter twenty-two: A Fight

**Harry's POV**

"YOU DON'T CARE DO YOU? YOU DON'T FUCKING CARE!" Ashlyn screamed at me with such anger that I actually flinched. We had just gotten back to her house and after a long silent car ride, she exploded right as she stepped through the front door.

"I care Ashlyn! I'm sorry! I wasn't-"

"EXACTLY, YOU WEREN'T THINKING!" She stormed into the living room and I heard something shatter across the ground. I stood by the door not wanting to go in.

"Hazz, you better calm her down. You screwed up," Liam said with his hand on my shoulder. He pushed me in the direction of the living room as another thing shattered against the floor.

"But I don't want to, she scares me," I whispered, afraid that even talking too loudly would set her off on me.

"Harry. Go now," Louis lowered his eyebrows at me and pointed towards the living room.

"I MEAN HOW HARD IS IT TO FUCKING STOP AND THINK!" Ashlyn screamed and I saw a pillow fly out of the living room. I swallowed hard and looked at Lou for help.

"Sorry mate, go. It's your responsibility," he said and pushed me away. I groaned but did as they said. Ashlyn was freaky mad, but I was going to stand my ground.

"Ashlyn, I'm sorry," I said when I got in the room. I noticed the two broken vases on the floor and the glass everywhere. She was standing against a wall with her head down. "Please forgive me," I said.

Her head whipped up and she looked at me with her piercing blue eyes. I could feel her anger and pain radiating off of her. My heart stopped. She was so beautiful.

"No," she said. "No, I'm going to lose this company because of you Harry. Everything. Gone. Every fucking thing," she didn't yell but it felt like she did. Her words were slipping out of her mouth through clenched teeth.

"I can fix this Ashlyn. I know I can," I took a step forward and she pointed at me.

"Don't you dare fucking walk towards me," she grabbed a pillow and threw it at me. She missed.

I sighed and stood with my arms crossed. "Ash, please. I'm so sorry babe, he tri-"

"DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING CALL ME ASH OR BABE. YOU HAVE NO FUCKING RIGHT," she yelled through tears and I heard her choke on her words. She was caving but she tried to keep herself together by yelling at me.

"Gary played me Ashlyn. He threw so many questions at me, I couldn't react fast enough!" I exclaimed and threw my hands up frustrated.

"FAST ENOUGH? YOU REACTED FAST ENOUGH IN MY OPINION. YOU DIDN'T EVEN STOP AND THINK!" She screamed and pushed away from the wall, pacing towards the opposite end of the room. Her fists were clenched and I could practically see steam coming off of her.

She was such a turn on.

"Ashlyn, please I just-"

"Just what Harry?! Want to see me lose everything my parents worked for? Want to see me fucking lose my company? WHAT DO YOU WANT HARRY?" She charged towards me, her blue eyes blazing with hatred. I stepped backwards, my shoes crunching in to glass.

My mind was racing. My heart was racing. She was coming closer and with every step she got more and more gorgeous. Her anger made her features more prominent. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted-

SLAP! My head whipped to the side as her hand came across my face. I felt the sting of it and my left cheek blazed. I slowly turned my head back towards her, looking down at her face. I couldn't believe she slapped me.

"I hate you," she choked out in a whisper, her tears interfering with her ability to speak clearly. "I hate you Harry," she said through tears then turned and walked away, leaving me and my burning cheek behind.

**Zayn's POV**

"Ouch my foot!" I complained as Niall stepped on my toes. Liam turned and glared at us to shut us up. We were all crouched down and listening to Ashlyn and Harry's loud conversation.

Everything had gone quiet in the living room and I could hear the silent crunch crunch of shoes walking. I wanted to look so badly but Liam was the eyes of our operation.

"What's happ-"

SLAP! The sound of flesh on flesh contact rang out from the living room, interrupting Louis's question. For a moment we were all silent. I wanted to know who had been hit and where. Niall stepped on my foot again and I groaned.

"I hate you," Ashlyn whispered and my heart froze at the sound of her voice. She was hurting badly and I wanted to comfort her. If Harry put one fucking hand on her in a place that shouldn't be touched...

"I hate you Harry," Ashlyn said in that quiet, death whisper. I could feel her pain even from outside of the living room.

Suddenly Liam pushed us all backwards and slid his finger across his throat quickly, it was the signal of evacuate the area NOW. We all sprinted backward quickly but I tripped over my untied shoelaces, falling to the ground.

Ashlyn rounded the corner and looked at me lying on the floor. Her brown hair fell down her face lifelessly, her blue eyes clouded with tears. She looked at me on the floor briefly, then shook her head sadly. Her bottom lip quivering, her tears streaming. She shut her eyes before turning away and sprinting up the stairs all the way to her floor, the sound of a door closing the only thing making noise.

**Ashlyn's POV**

I broke down in my room, throwing my body into my bed. The tears fell easily and I didn't dare wipe them away. I welcomed them.

I didn't understand. What had I done wrong? Why? I couldn't stop things from crashing so violently downhill. I lost my mind, my self control.

My hand still stung from slapping Harry so hard across the face. I couldn't explain what had pushed me to doing it, but my hand had swung at him without warning my brain. If I had known I was going to...I would have stopped myself...right?

Harry's eyes watching me had set me off. His green eyes watched my every move, calculating my every step. I was entranced by him. For a brief moment, my entire self had wanted him so badly that I got scared. Scared to admit what was running through my mind. Scared that instead of my hand flying against his face, it would be my lips crashing into his.

I grabbed my pillow and threw it across my room, knocking down a picture frame in the process. I thought about leaving it there but got up and dragged my feet towards it. I couldn't remember what was hanging there.

I bent down and picked up the frame, happily noticing it was still in one piece. "Bad things happen to good people. Life doesn't end until you give up," I said, reading the words at the bottom of the picture.

My fingers traces the picture of my family and new tears flooded my eyes. My twin brother Alexander stood beside me with his arm around my shoulder. We were identical with brown hair and blue eyes, but he'd always been taller. Our parents stood behind us, smiling widely. My mom's head was on my dad's shoulder and he had an arm wrapped around her. The love between them was practically glowing.

I crushed the picture frame to my chest, hugging it closer and closer. I wished I could have been hugging my actual family. I missed them more than I had ever missed them. I felt the hole in my heart slowly reopening, making itself known. Making sure I knew that I'd never fully be complete again.

A soft knock on my door had me wiping my tears and putting the picture back up on the wall. I slowly opened my bedroom door, revealing...

**A/N** CLIFF HANGER! Hanging from a cliff! And that's why he's called Cliff Hanger! So guys, who do you think is at the door? I'm going to continue writing the next chapter for this story right now, because ooooo it's getting good. What do you think of Ashlyn slapping Harry? D:

Leave a comment of what you're thinking right now. Maybe I'll update again tonight?(;