The Forced Arrangement [Harry Styles]

16: All Is Left, Is To Mean It And Believe It

I'm going to say this from now and keep it in mind. I have absolutely nothing against Taylor Swift or Taylor Swift dating Harry Styles, but it just doesn't look right and real in my eyes and I'm not saying this because I like Harry A LOT but c'mon! Even by the way Harry acts around her but any who! Everyone has their opinion.

PS: I love Taylor's songs and herself, too but in MY OPINION its better if Harry and Taylor isn’t a thing...

Happy reading Amigosss <3

Chapter 16:

Ashley POV:

"I'll always love you, boo," he whispered in my ears and I smiled like a little girl, believing every single world, syllable that came out of his perfect mouth. 

He kissed my forehead softly and I tilted my head up, to stare into his beautiful light emerald eyes. He trailed his fingers across my cheek and I shivered. He smiled and flipped us over, his body hovering above me. I traced my hands beneath his shirt and locked my fingers around his long necklace, the same one that he wears almost every day.

His eyes travelled down my lips and he smiled. He moved his head lower and closer to me, soon enough his lips were a few millimeters away from mine.

He opened his mouth to say something before crashing his lips on to mine.

"It's all a lie."

I gasped and shot up in my bed, my breathing was heavy and I placed a hand on my chest, to calm myself down but that didn't work. My hair was in a mess and my bed sheets were pulled out and half of them were on the floor. I sighed and flipped off the duvet and walked towards my en-suite. I took off my clothes and entered the shower, deciding to shower from head to toe.

The same dream for a month, and counting. I sighed and wrapped a towel around my body, letting my wet hair loose, not caring if water was dripping down from my hair onto the wooden floorboards of my bedroom and closet.

I put on a pair of blue skinny jeans and a cream hoodie; I slipped in a pair of socks, dried my hair and pulled it into a messy bun. I grabbed my cell phone and walked out of my bedroom before hearing the front door opening and closing softly. 

I stopped in my tracks, staring at the end of the corridor, waiting to see who had entered my house to do who-knows-what!?

A figure walked forwards cautiously and looked around before their eyes landed on me. My breath hitched in my throat and I shivered. 

"Hey," he said flatly.

Anger bubbled inside of me.

Stupid stupid stupid! That's what you are Ashley! STUPID! How could you have fallen for a jerk like him!? You knew this from day one! You knew what a jerk and asshole and man-whore and a player he is! How the hell did you manage to fall for his huge over-sized ego!? How? Why couldn't you fall for a hobo even? He would have treated you much better than that jerk would have. He used you. He played you. He acted as though he cared about you. He acted as though you were his 'everything'. And to top it all off, he said that he loves you. Lies! They're all fucking lies! Don't you dare believe any of the words that he says or I'll kill you?

My brain, ladies and gentleman. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, the words coming out strong.

"I left some things here and Tay- I mean, I wanted them back, if you don't mind," he said, his face turning to panic.

Tay? Who's Tay?