Uncontrollable Desires: A 1D Fanfic (Completed)

Chapter Thirty-Five: Full Circle

**A/N** Tear tear. This is the final chapter, but make sure to read the author's note on the bottom!

Chapter Thirty-Five: Full Circle

**Ashlyn's POV**

As Niall helped Liam get back over onto the balcony, I ran down a set of stairs, heading towards the room Harry would have landed at. I banged on it, annoyed at the lock on the stupid door. "Harry!" I screamed, desperate to see him.

The door swung open and a teenage girl looked at me annoyed. "Hey-"

I shoved past her and ran out towards the balcony. Two girls were crowded around him and I saw him blinking open his eyes. I wasn't even thinking as I pushed the two girls out of the way, ignoring their complaints.

"Harry," I whispered and put my hand on his face. The tears steamed down my face now.

"Ashlyn," he smiled up at me and tilted his head to lean into my hand.

I burst into tears, and leaned down towards Harry, kissing him fully. I heard the protested groans come from the girls and I could guess that they were taking pictures, but I didn't care. I was kissing Harry Styles without regrets.

Harry's hands found my waist and he slowly sat up, groaning from pain as he did so. "Harry you shouldn't move," I say concerned, breaking our kiss.

"Ah ah ah," he kissed me again, "don't stop kissing me." I smiled into the kiss and held Harry close to me. If you insist Harry.

I broke away from the kiss again and glared at Harry. I slapped him across from the face. "That's for scaring the shit outta me!" I pulled him by his shirt into another kiss before he could shout some deserved insult towards me. "And that's for scaring the shit outta me."

Harry chuckled and pressed his forehead against mine. His green eyes stared into my blue eyes and kissed me gently. "That better be the last time you slap me babe," he said and I arched my eyebrows at him.

"Babe?" I prompted him.

Harry smiled wider. "Yeah babe, you know the term of affection someone uses when in a relationship with another being," Harry said smartly, smirking his dimpled grin at me.

"You are an idiot," I whispered to him, leaning into his body.

"Do you mean it?" He asked quietly, his fingers twining with mine.

"No, of course not." I giggle. What a ridiculous question.

"I meant when you said you loved me," he said and moved me to look me in the eyes. His green eyes looked at me seriously.

"Absolutely," I breathed out. Fresh tears fell and I brushed at them embarrassed.

"Don't." He grabbed my hand. "I like your tears," he said and I looked at him confused. "I mean, they're beautiful. Like you."

"You're an idiot," I repeated and we both laughed together.

"Umm..can we get your autograph?" The girls, who I had completely forgotten about, stepped closer to us, paper and pens in their hands.

"Sure," Harry said and I removed myself from his lap, sitting beside him.

"Oh, I was talking about Ashlyn's," one of the girls with blonde hair said seriously, looking at me with wide eyes.

Harry chuckled and turned towards me, handing me the paper and pencil. "Looks like they're fans of yours Ashlyn."

I took the paper and glanced up at the girls. They were watching me with wide eyes. "Okay...can I ask why?"