Harry's P.O.V that night
I stared at the tv screen. The movie was playing but I wasn't paying any attention because I was too busy thinking about what just happened. Me and Ashleigh almost kissed. I would of kissed her but her friend had to walk in. I don't even know what I'm feeling right now. My heart was beating so fast when I was laughing and getting lost in her beautiful sparkling green eyes.
I wish I would've been able too. Who knows what would've happened. I sighed and told myself to just wait for another opportunity. I began to watch the movie again. The end credits came on. Damn it. I looked over at Ashleigh she was asleep. So beautiful. Her eyes were closed and her eyelashes were perfect. Her auburn curly hair cascaded down over her shoulders. There was a single curl laying on her face. I slowly got off the couch not to wake her and pulled her blue fleece blanket from the back of the couch on her.
I smiled at her when she quietly snored. She was so cute when she slept. I glanced over at the clock. 10:00. I went over to the tv and took out the movie. I strolled into the kitchen and got a glass of water and looked at the strange book on the counter. As I set the glass of water down. I picked up the book. I ran my fingers over the velvet covering.
As I was about to open it I heard footsteps. I looked at the doorway of the kitchen. It was Ashleigh. Her hair was slightly frizzy from the couch. She had a smile on her face as she approached me.
"It's my scrapbook." Her voice cracked.
" It's for my sister's daughter. She's turning 15 and I thought for her birthday I would make a book of her mom and her through out their life." Ashleigh explained.
I flipped carefully through the scrapbook. It was amazing. After seeing the book I remembered all of the art project Ashleigh would do. Art was a big part of her life. And she was good at it. I shut the book and set it back on the counter and looked up at Ashleigh. I opened my mouth but no words came out. I quickly shut it not wanting her ask any questions. The wind whipped outside and snow covered and piled on the ground.
"I should get going." I said sadly not wanting to go but the boys probably needed me.
"You can't," Ashleigh started." It's to cold and there's like 5 inches out side. It's not safe." I smiled at her concern. I wanted to stay.
"But I would be invading in on your girl time with your friend." I stated.
" Oh, Alexis? She isn't coming home tonight cause she's spending the night at her boyfriend's house so you can sleep anywhere but I have one rule, no couch." She laughed.
I accepted her offer. I walked with her to the spare bedroom. She asked if I needed anything she'd be in her room. She gave me a hug after she read the clock. 10:56. I didn't want to let go. After Ashleigh went in her room I slumped on the bed searching for my phone in my pockets. When I found it i set it on the nightstand. I stripped down to my boxers and slipped into the king sized bed.
After I turned off the lamp I closed my eyes and thought about Ashleigh. Her hair her eyes were perfect. Her smile and her personality not to mention her figure. I love the way she makes corny jokes and nobody laughs but her. And the way she laughs when we talk about our inside jokes. I love Ashleigh. I opened my eyes and sat up I ran my fingers through my curly hair. I loved Ashleigh. Thinking about her made me feel good like I had a real friend who loved me for Harry her best friend not Harry styles from one direction and who knew all about me. I really love her but how do I tell her? And how do I tell her I'm with someone? Love. It's complicated.
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Love. It's Complicated {completed}
FanficAshleigh Smith is just a regular 20 year old girl. She was once best friends with the one and only Harry Styles. They were separated when they were only 11. She lives with her best friend Alexis Stevenson in Michigan. They soon get jobs as designers...