Uncontrollable Desires: A 1D Fanfic (Completed)

Chapter twenty-seven: Losing It

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Losing it

**Harry's POV**

I slammed the door shut, instantly blocking out the sound of Ashlyn choking on her tears. I stormed towards the lift and pounded on the button requesting for the lift to come. I was so fucking done with Ashlyn and her little games.

The lift dinged open and I stepped in. I punched the lobby button and the lift began its long descent downwards. I knew I couldn't leave the hotel, but I also knew there was a bar on the ground floor. I was going to find it and drink away the bullshit.

I grabbed at my curls and sat down in a corner of the lift. I let my eyes close as I rested my head on the mirror-wall.

"Ashlyn," I heard myself say before I could stop my mouth from opening. My fingers drifted to my lips and I flashed back to our kiss.

It was amazing. There weren't any electric shocks like books always suggest, but there was passion. Heat. Blazing heat that had me filled with lust. I wanted her more than anyone I've ever wanted. Her lips were only one part of her body that I had finally experienced.

"God...listen to you Styles. You've gone mad," I said to myself with a chuckle. I had to admit it. Ashlyn Adams had me.

But part of her was still in doubt. Part of her was attached to Zayn. Part of her ached for him just as much as I ache for her. I saw it in her face, the way sadness enveloped her when he discovered us in the kitchen. I saw that flash of regret that painted her features. I knew it. I fucking knew that things were too good to be true.

And they probably planned it too. Telling eachother that it was the only way to be together. That if we got caught kissing, we'd never ever have a chance to be together. She probably told him she'd kiss me if he and Niall timed it right to get us on camera. A live twitcam to be more exact!

Anger was back and I doubted it would be leaving me for a while. Good, anger was an emotion that made me feel powerful. I didn't need Ashlyn and her slut ways. I didn't need Zayn and his fake friendship.

What I needed was sex.

The doors dinged open and I got off the floor, brushing away any dirt that could have been on my jeans. I walked over to reception and smiled widely at the man.

"Hello, Mr. Styles, how can I help you?" He asked politely from behind his desk. I could see the bright light in his ear indicating he was on blue tooth with someone.

"Where is the bar?" I asked bluntly. I didn't know exactly where it was and didn't feel like searching. I needed hard liquor now.

"Go towards the fountain then make a left, straight down that hallway and you'll be in the bar," he answered, pointing at the fountain across the entrance.

I nodded. "Thanks."

"No problem."

I walked away, heading in the direction he pointed out to me. Drinks. Liquor. Maybe tonight would finally go as planned.

**Ashlyn's POV**

I didn't want to get off the ground. I was more content to remain on the hard floor, surrounded by the shattered pieces of glass.

The glass represented me. Shattered and broken. Scattered here and there, laid out to cause pain. That's all I did lately... cause pain.

What was wrong with me?

The sound of shoes crunching on top of glass came from beside me. I wiped away the snot oozing out my nose and looked up.

Zayn knelt beside me and sighed loudly. "Hey," he said.