Over Again


Ashlyn Rose was your typical hormonal teenager, She did typical teenager things; listened and played music, hung-out with friends and obsessed over boys. There was this one boy in particular though, who changed Ashlyn's world upside-down. But with him gone, she finds herself lost; with no one to trust. When she could potentially find love again will she let them in? or lock them out?


32. Date Night

Harry's POV

So as it turns out, the other steps in my plan weren't exactly necessary. I got the girl on step one. Holla at me, am I right? Yeah. Okay, so tonight I was planning on taking Ash out for dinner, but I don't want to throw her into the limelight of the press and paparazzi. Maybe just a stay at home night. I can cook lasagne. And use candles. Oh! And we can eat in the back garden!

This will be perfect for her.

Ashlyn's POV

Harry told me that he wanted to make me dinner tonight. I remember when he used to make me food as a kid. Best mac and cheese of all of Cheshire. Who knows, maybe he's improved. Now, what does one wear to a dinner cooked by their boyfriend? I was pulled out of my fashion crisis when my phone bleeped, signalling a new text message.

Harry, it read.

My heart skipped not only one but like six or seven beats. I opened his text with a smile plastered on my face.

Haz Baby: Hey love. Knowing you, you're pacing your room right now deciding on what to wear, so here you go: how about a comfy dress? I'm not talking red carpet or anything, just a little dressed up is fine. Heels are optional. I love you more than you'll ever believe. xx

Comfy dress? I sauntered over to my wardrobe and searched for a suitable dress to wear.

No. No.Nope. Why did I even own this one? Gross. Too dressy. Too frilly. No. No. No.


This was the one. The black dress came about mid-thigh, had a sweetheart neckline, and a fairly open back. Lace covered my arms and parts of my back. My bust looked good in this dress. I decided to dress it down with a cute pair of little heeled boots. I applied minimal makeup and fluffed my hair. Its curls resting upon my shoulder. I did a once-over in the mirror in front of me and spun on my heel to leave.

Harry won't know what hit him.


I pulled up front of Harry's house. All the lights were out and I quickly checked my phone to make sure tonight was the night. He did text me. He wouldn't have texted me, saying what he did, if it wasn't tonight, right?

I gently pulled on the release of the door and pushed it open with my foot. I swung my legs out of the car and they landed gently on the ground. Clicking, I walked up to his front door. There, I saw a note. Squinting at it, I was able to make out Harry's neat yet rushed printing.

Meet me out back love. xx

I peered around the wall of his house and saw a gate. Well, here we go. I unhooked the gate and stopped dead in my tracks. Was I really seeing this.

"Harry?" I searched the garden for any sign of my boyfriend. "Harry? You out here?"

"Hello Ashlyn." This voice sent shivers down my spine. Frozen to my spot, I turned and was met with his grinning face.

Where was Harry?

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...