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?


10. Flashback

Ashlyn’s POV


Why? The question repeated it’s self in my mind. Why would he do that to me?


Did I love him? Of course.


Did he love me? I thought so.


Was I mad? Hell yes.


Seeing Harry suck the face off another girl was by-far the worst thing I think I’ve ever seen in my lifetime. Seeing the smug look on her face when I called him out; seeing the shock on his.



Of course, waking up from the dream had caused the feelings and memories to resurface; it had been years since the incident though, it’s all behind me.





I was preparing myself for the dance at school; nervous out of my mind. I was placing the final touches of make-up on my face when I heard a gentle knock on my bedroom door.


“Come in” my voice rang out. The door crept open and I saw little curls bounce their way into my room and place themselves down on my bed.


“Ash, why are you putting all that on?” Harry asked while inspecting me from my bed.


“To enhance my features, dear Hazza.” Harry scoffed.


“To enhance your features? You have got to be shitting me. You’re gorgeous Ashlyn, you don’t need that crap.” My eyes met his in the mirror and he looked sincere. Harry got up from his place on my bed and slowly walked towards me; his eyes never leaving mine. Finally after what felt like ages, he reached my side; grabbing it and pulling it upwards. Harry held me close to him.


“You are SO beautiful Ashlyn; inside and out.” Harry’s husky whisper sent chills down my spine; feeling his breath against my neck driving me over the edge. I leant back to look him in the eyes. Harry’s eyes met mine and slowly but surely he started to lean in. His eyes shut and mine did too. Harry’s breath was felt on my lips; his and inch away from mine.


After moments of near-kissing, Harry closed the space between our lips; it wasn’t rushed or hurried. It was sweet and gentle; passionate. His lips moulded against mine and they moved in sync. I pulled myself in towards Harry’s body and ran my fingers through his hair. I could feel him smiling into the kiss as I did the same. We broke apart minutes later and tried to catch our breaths. With heaving chests we gazed at each other; longingly.


“We should go.” Harry whispered, breaking the silence.


"Yeah, we should.” My voice came out uneven due to the fact I was still catching my breath. Harry led me out of my house and into the passenger side of his car. Starting his car, he looked over at me and smiled, before pulling out and driving to the school.



The music was pouring out of the windows and doors of the high school; teenagers animatedly talking and gesturing. People clutched to each other, swaying with the beat of the music. Harry led me from his car, to the school, with an arm around my waist. We came as friends of course, but I had always hoped it was more than that.


“Would you like a drink?” My voice yelled over the sound. Harry merely smiled and nodded before I made my way to the table. I poured two cups of ‘punch’ and walked back to Harry. When I reached the back wall, Harry was nowhere to be found. I looked towards the front of the gym, and towards the sides; but no such luck. After minutes had passed, I searched for him out of the gymnasium.



I walked through the school halls; Science Hall, Math Hall, French Hall, Music Hall, and finally the English Hall. When making my way back from my journey, I heard noises being emitted from one of the library doors. Opening it quietly – because it’s a library – I peeked inside; the lights were on. I started to walk through the library, following the noises. After every step, I grew more and more weary. I bound the corner to see no one other than my best friend and Faith Clemmons – the school slut – making out on a library table; her straddling his legs and his arms around her back. My gasp pulled them from their heated kiss; Faith with a smug look plastered on her face, just like her make-up, and Harry, doe-eyed. Harry’s mouth opened but nothing came out; shock clearly taken a hold of his ability to form words.


“Nice. I’m real glad for you two.” Sarcasm dripping from my voice as I sent Harry death glares. I quickly turned on my heel and stormed out of the library, out of the school doors, and down the street; walking home. Tears sprung from my eyes; not trying to hold them back on my part. I wrapped my arms around my body, hugging myself; half for comfort, half for warmth. As I trudged home I could feel my phone going off. I made the choice of ignoring it and I continued on my walk. Luckily I didn’t’ live too far from the school, but I wasn’t exactly close either.



When I reached the door, I sprinted inside and threw myself on to my bed; crying myself to sleep.


During the night, my mom came in and took my dress off my tired body, and placed me under the covers; switching off the light, she left my sleeping body in darkness.



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