Uncontrollable Desires: A 1D Fanfic (Completed)

Chapter Twenty-Nine: It All Comes Out

**A/N**  

First, sorry about not updating! I had school & our final football game. All week was crazy! Second, LITTLE THINGS IS JUST TOO CUTE<33 Third, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, comment and tell me what you think! I made this chapter really long to make up for things. I love you guys(: any questions? Please leave me a comment & vote ! (:

(watch out for random POV changes)

P.S. Don't you hate when authors are like "50 comments to update!" I think it's stupid and I'll never do rules like that. Okay without any further ado, here is chapter 29! (:

Chapter Twenty-Nine: It All Comes Out

**Harry's POV**

I woke up slowly, wanting to hold on to the bits and pieces of my dream. Already though it was drifting away from me. I was forgetting practically everything.

But reality was even better. I had sex with Ashlyn last night. Crazy, intense sex. And even though I was drunk and flying high, it was still the best sex I've had in a while. I only wished that there had been more passion...more love between us.

I didn't fully understand a couple things. How did certain feelings disappear over a couple dozen bottles of alcohol? Half the time I felt like Ashlyn was close to slapping me.

And the smell of smoke, Ashlyn reeked of it. I knew it had to have been Zayn, but why did she smell like it?

I rolled over on to my stomach, groaning and burying my face in my pillow. My head was driving me crazy. Hangovers suck.

I lifted my head high enough to glance at the clock on the wall. Half past eleven already. My stomach grumbled suddenly and that was my cue to get up and eat food.

I grabbed my clothes from various places in the room, not remembering how they had ended up in certain places, only knowing they were ripped off the night before.

My mind flashed back to Ashlyn throwing me down on to the bed before ripping off my shirt. Her brown hair tickled me as she dipped and kissed my lips and collarbone.

The night had been hot and sweaty, our voices filling the room. It had been forceful and angry, not filled with the passion I was craving for, but still, satisfying a certain craving of mine.

Finally dressed, I left the room. I didn't pick up the knocked over chairs or vases. I left the empty bottles of beer strewn across the room. That was a maid's job. I felt slightly bad but my mind was racing with thoughts of Ashlyn's body.

I made my way towards the elevators, remembering how Ashlyn's eyes looked different in the florescent light. I sighed against one of the walls in the elevator as it rose higher, heading towards the highest floor in the building.

I hoped Ashlyn would be in the suite. I couldn't wait to kiss her, hold her, maybe experience some passion. Now that I wasn't as drunk as last night, I hoped things would be different. My heart was practically beating out of my chest in anticipation. Hopefully she was there and not working. Please be there.

The elevator stopped and the doors dinged open. I stepped out into the familiar suite, already used to things in the building. It was quiet except for the distant sound of the boys talking together, probably discussing things about me. I didn't doubt that Ashlyn had let our little encounter slip out to them.

I could hear her soft voice in another room. I thought about calling out to her but decided against it, wanting to surprise her. I couldn't interpret what she was talking about though, it just sounded like a bunch of mumbles.

I quietly walked towards the kitchen where her voice was leading me. I could feel my hands start to dampen and I knew I was getting a bit nervous. I was hooked on her bad, but I didn't mind at all.