Everything was quiet. I didn't know what to do or how to help. I just tried to do my best to make Ashton and Harry feel comfortable. I didn't even know Ashton had a brother. I was shocked. Ashton was currently sleeping on my bed, his brother was sleeping on the sofa with his head on my lap. Harry looked a lot like Ashton. They had the same hair and those adorable dimples.
NO, NO. Ashton is not adorable. I can not think of him like that. He hates me and I hate him.
But...why am I helping him?
I sighed and looked down. I started running my fingers through Harry's hair and smiled. He looked about ten years old, but he reminded me so much of Ashton. Why do I keep thinking of him? My head is messed up, I don't even know if I hate him anymore. For the past few days I was looking at Ashton in a completely different way. I don't know what's happening to me.
It's not like he's changed. He still hates me, it's quite obvious. Although it does hurt me on the inside just thinking about that. What have I ever done to him to make him hate me? Knowing him, as soon as he wakes up he'll shout at me for helping him
I became lost in my thoughts before I noticed Harry's hand come up and cover mine. I smiled down at him.
"Hi Harry, how are you feeling?
"I'm alright."
I smiled down at him and ran my hands through his hair again.
"Are you Ashton's girlfriend?"
My eyes went wide and I looked down. "Why would I be his girlfriend? Your brother isn't too fond of me."
"What's your name?" This boy sure does ask a lot of questions.
"Scarlett, and you're Harry, right?"
He smiled. "Yeah, I'm Ashton's little brother!"
I couldn't stop staring at his dimples. He was adorable. I laughed lightly and poked his cheek, his smile widening at my gesture before his face lit up as he sat up quickly.
"Ashton!"
I froze and turned my head to see Ashton standing at the top of the stairs.
"How are you?" I questioned cautiously.
"Get away from my little brother." Here we go.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, get away from my little brother."
"But Ashton she's very-" Harry started but Ashton interrupted him.
"Harry." He hissed.
I got up and walked up to Ashton glaring him down
"If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have made it out of there, that guy pulled a gun on you!"
"I never asked for your help!"
"I know you didn't. Luke begged me to check on you, everyone was starting to get worried, so I did! Is this how you repay me for saving your life? I just wanted to check to see if you were okay, and clearly you weren't." Ashton's eyes narrowed and I could tell he was going to explode any second.
"I never asked for your help." He said again through gritted teeth.
I wanted to scream and yell, but I just shrugged him off. No matter how much Ashton wanted to deny it, him and Harry both need me and in one way or another he's thankful for what I did.
"I need my medicine." Harry whimpered from the couch, his skin turning a ghostly pale.
"Do you want me to go back to the house and get it?" I offered.
