Ashley's POV.

Harry and I were on my couch. He had me on top of him as we kissed, his tongue discovering every in of my mouth. I moaned into his mouth as he slid his hands up my shirt. He chuckled slightly and pecked my nose. "What are we going to do for your birthday tomorrow?" I asked him. He bummed at me and shrugged. I giggled and connected my lips to his again.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!" I heard my father yell. I jumped and scrambled off of Harry. I saw rage in my father's eyes. Harry remained calm. "Afternoon Mr. Benette." He said smoothly and lightly waved. Dad glared at him.

"ASHLEY I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM THIS DUMB FUCK! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU!? MAYBE I SHOULD JUST SEND YOU BACK TO YOU MOM'S!" He yelled and I gasped. Harry gave me a reassuring smile. He got up and walked over to my dad. "Mr. Benette I don't think that's necessary. My apologies if you feel disrespected by my actions." Harry said calmly. My dad shoved Harry and I jumped to my feet. Harry feel to the ground surprised by his actions. I helped him up and glared at my father.

"DAD HE WAS TRYING TO BE NICE!" I snapped at him. My dad chuckled and shook his head.

"I don't give a flying fuck." My dad said his voice lowered. Harry glared at my dad. "You, get out of my house." He said pointing a finger at Harry. Harry ran his hands threw his long curls.

"Mr. Benette, I don't feel comfortable leaving Ashley here with your temper so high." Harry told him. I could tell he was trying to contain his anger for my sake. My dad on the other hand didn't seem to care. Harry took my hand and started to take me towards the door. It all happened so quickly. My dad tugged on my other arm, but Harry tugged harder bringing me to him. My dad's rage was clear in his eyes. He reared back his fist to hit Harry, but in an effort to break the two up, his fist connected with my cheek bone. I fell to the ground crying.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! THIS IS WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID I WASN'T GOING TO LEAVE HER HERE WITH YOU. ASHLEY HUN, ARE YOU OKAY?" He asked me panicked. He got on his knees and looked at my cheek. Tears streamed my face. Harry shook his head at my dad and picked me up. My dad still had a look of shock on her face. "Good job Mr. Benette. Instead of keeping things civil, you got mad and hit your daughter. Harry said shaking his had. He walked out the door, with me in his arms. He went inside his house and sat me on the kitchen counter. I was sobbing uncontrollably.

"He hit me! He actually hit me!" I cried and Harry sighed. His mum came in and gasped at the sight before her. "What on earth happened here!?" She asked us. Harry took a wet paper towel and pressed it to my face in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

"Ashley's father got mad when he saw us together, and tried to hit me. Instead he hit my princess." Harry replied shaking his head. He kissed me forehead and got an ice pack. He pressed it to my face and I jumped away from the cool touch. "Sweetheart stay still. This will keep the swelling down." He told me gently. I nodded and he pressed it back to my cheek. The coolness burned my cheek, and I clutched Harry's hand. His mom shook her head and came over to me.

"Let me see." She said gently. She took the ice pack away and frowned. "There's a cut Harry, you have to patch it up first." She told him. He frowned, upset that he didn't do it right. She took a needle and thread and my eyes grew big. If there's one thing that scares the shit out of me, it's fucking needles.

"Can't we just put a band aid on it? I'm not really a big fan of needles." I said awkwardly laughing she gave me a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry, it will be over before you know it." She said. She gave Harry a look and he sighed and nodded. He took my hand and gave me a smile.

"Look at me princess. Just pretend the needle isn't there and look at me." He said sweetly. I nodded and looked at him. I squeezed his hand when I felt the needle go threw my skin. The worst part was that I could feel the string going threw my flesh. That hurts like a bitch... Harry kept whispering things to me as his mom sewed my face. When she finished she handed me the ice pack. I pressed it on my soar cheek. "All done." She said to me.

"Do you need anything else hunny?" She asked me with a smile. I shook my head and she kissed my cheek. She left the room leaving Harry and I alone.

"I'm sorry princess." He said seeming down. I smiled at him and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "Its not your fault Harry. My dad was being a jerk." I told him. He nodded and kissed my temple. He wiped a tear that was trailing down my cheek.

"Does it hurt?" He asked me with worry. I shook my head and gave him a smile. I played with his fingers, as his eyes searched mine. "No... I just can't believe he hit me." I said sadly. What if he hadn't been trying to hit Harry? What if his intent was really to hit me? I felt more warm tears well up in my eyes at the thought. Harry sighed and took me into the leaving room. He sat down and had me lay down so my head was on his lap. He took a blanket and laid it over me.

"Sleep princess." He cooed. I nodded and let my eyelids close. Harry ran his hands threw my hair and softly sung to me.

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me
But bear this mind it was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I'll love them endlessly
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do, it's you, oh it's you, they add up to
I'm in love with you and all these little things
You can't go to bed without a cup of tea
Maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep
Though it makes no sense to me
I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape
You never want to know how much you weigh
You still have to squeeze into your jeans
But you're perfect to me
I won't let these little things slips out of my mouth
But if it's true, it's you, it's you, they add up to
I'm in love with you and all these little things
You never love yourself half as much as I love you
You'll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to
If I let you know, I'm here for you
Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you oh
I've just let these little things slips out of my mouth
Because it's you, oh it's you, it's you they add up to
And I'm in love with you and all these little things
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it's true, it's you, it's you they add up to
I'm in love with you, and all your little things"

I fell into a deep sleep to the sound of Harry's voice...

Harry's POV.

Mr. Benette came into the room, his eyes were red and puffy. "How is she?" He asked me softly. I glared at him, continuing to run my hands threw Ashley's hair. She snuggled closer into me. "She's upset." I replied coldly. He sighed and nodded.

"I didn't mean to hit her." He said looking at the ground. I bit my bottom lip and clenched my fist, trying to contain the urge from hitting him. "I know. Your intent was to hit me. Either way you would have hurt her, and that's something you should keep in mind." I shot at him. He swallowed hard.

"I know. I came here to apologize. I've been thinking that the best way to make it up to her would be to give whatever this is a chance." He told me. I nodded at his statement. It's about Damn time... "She would like that. Mr. Benette my intentions with your daughter is not what you think. I care about her very much, and all I want is her happiness." I told him. He smiled slightly. I didn't know he could smile.

"We shall see. How about I have your family come over for dinner tonight, and we can talk this threw?" He asked me and I gave him a nod. "Ashley would like that." I told him. It was silent for awhile. Dinner hmm? We'll see how this plays out, but the only thing that I care about is making sure she's happy. As soon as he says something that might upset her, I'm going to snap. She will not be hurt again because he doesn't like me....

Notes

Sorry it's been so long since this story has been updated! I know it's short, but I just wanted to get the story back on track. BTW GUYS ITS CHANEL'S BIRTHDAY! I would absolutely LOVE if you would all wish her a happy birthday! She's eighteen today, and you can comment happy birthday, or on twitter. I would love to start a trend on Twitter #HappyBirthdayChanel

All the love,

~Lindzey