Uncontrollable Desires: A 1D Fanfic (Completed)

Chapter Twenty Three: Lost It

Chapter Twenty-Three: Lost It

**Harry's POV**

I stood in the middle of the living room, at the exact same spot I had been standing in when Ashlyn slapped me. My cheek had long since stopped stinging, but my mind was racing. I was pissed. I was confused. And goddamnit I was embarrassed.

I had tried to apologize to her and not once did she even hear me out. She didn't stop in her rant to let me get out one complete sentence. And then she slapped me. Right across the face.

How dare she. How dare she think she could lay one hand on me like that. I wanted to show her who I was: Harry fucking Styles and capable of defending himself. My mind was racing with stupidity and thoughts of how she'd slapped me. I wanted to teach her a fucking lesson.

"Hazz?" Lou's voice came from behind me quietly. Usually I'd find comfort in him, but not right now. I was too pissed. "Hazz...you didn't slap her right?" He asked and I spun in his direction, shock projecting off of me clearly.

"Me? Slap Ashlyn? You know me better than that Lou. I wouldn't hit a girl," I said and watched as he looked at me with wide eyes. The rest of the boys inched their way in. They didn't believe me.

"It was pretty loud," Niall said.

"We couldn't see anything cause Liam was eyes this time," Lou explained and I nodded. Of course Liam was the eyes. He's in charge isn't he?

"Hazz, you guys have to stop-"

"Stop what Zayn?!" I glared at the dark haired boy. He was probably just thinking up an idea to get with Ashlyn. That's all he wanted anyways. Him and his fucking hands rubbing all over Ashlyn's legs in the car.

"Hazz, you're upset. Please calm down and unclench your fists," Lou walked over to me and put his hand on my arm. I unclenched my fists barely realizing I had them held so tightly. "Thank god. I thought you were going to kill someone."

I sighed and made myself calm down. No matter how angry I was I couldn't take it on them. Especially not Lou. They've been through way too much with me. I couldn't let Ashlyn slapping me get in the way of One Direction.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's come over me. I'm so screwed up!" I yelled and plopped down on to the couch, pulling at my curls. "I don't know what's wrong with me," I said.

The couch sagged beside me and I looked over at Lou. He had that damn smirk on his face. "Hazz, you got it bad."

"You guys act like a married couple, and you aren't even dating!" Liam laughed and sat beside me on my other side.

"The world thinks we are," I said quietly. I leaned back in to the couch and looked at the older boys. "What do I do? I can't date her. I can't stop wanting to be with her. And the entire world thinks we're dating!" I put my hands on my face and groaned loudly. Everything was so fucked up.

"Maybe you should just be with her?" Niall said and I dropped my hands to look at him. He was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, looking as innocent as ever. And he was older than me?

"I can't just be with her Niall," I laughed bitterly.

"Why not? Just hide it," he shrugged simply as if everything were as easy as what he was saying. But it wasn't.

"I would if I could Nialler, but I can't," I said. "Where's Zayn?" I asked when I didn't see the dark haired boy in the room. I hoped I didn't offend him.

"Bathroom," Niall answered.

"Harry don't sway off topic. You do know what you have to do now right?" Liam talked to me in that authoritative tone of his.