No More {Sequel to One Direction is My Bully}

4.

"Is that Harry?!" Niall yells and I cover his mouth with my hand so as to not draw attention to us.

Clearly it didn't work because Harry looks over, drops his jump rope, and starts to walk over to us. I didn't expect to get anxious when I saw him but it was like grade school all over again.

He had the same facial features but he's definitely been working out daily and he has significantly increased his number of tattoos. And he still wore the smirk that could either make a girl melt or fear for her life.

"Ashley, Niall how nice of you to show up. Oh who am I kidding, you two look pathetic sitting here." He snorts and I stand up but Niall pulls me back down.

"I'll have you know that you're not scary Mr. Styles." I retort but it seemed to come out more as something a two year old and Harry caught on to that because he starts laughing so hard his eyes crinkle in the corner and he doubled over.

"Seriously? I'm not scary? I wasn't trying to be sweetie." He winks and grabs my arm to stand me up. He leans down so that we're eye level and I lean away so that he gets out of my face.

"I see somebody hasn't changed. You really came all the way down to my fight and you can't speak more than two words when I'm standing right in front of you?" He laughs and roughly lets go of my arm.

"I didn't come here to get into some sort of fight with you Harry. I came here to let you know that I'm done with everything that happened in the past. I don't forgive you but I'm done worrying about it. And I wanted to tell you to please get out of New York. Thank you."  I manage to get out but my heart was pounding more and more with every word. Harry seemed confused as his eyebrows furrowed together.

"Ok for one, you don't own New York so I won't leave just because you want me to and also because I have a flat up here. And two, I was over everything that happened as soon as you left London because I know that I won't have to deal with you anymore."

I know Harry was a douche and that nothing I said would even mean anything to him but it still hurt when he said what he did. I'm a person with feelings and I clearly don't appreciate when people say they don't want to deal with me anymore.

"1 minute Styles!" Somebody calls from the back of the room and Harry winks and walks back to whoever called for him and begins putting his gloves and tape on.

He starts jumping from leg to leg and shaking his arms. He starts doing his pre-fight ritual and then when the person over the intercom calls his name he does a whoot and a jump then runs out the doors to the stage.

I turn to look at Niall and he's sitting on the bench with his legs to his chest.

"Ashley he's mean! I swear if he gets into your face one more time I'm going to punch the hell out of him." He angrily rants and when I give him a weird look he shrugs his shoulders and walks past me to the door.

I don't know why I even thought it would be a good idea to come here and why I thought what I said even made sense but it felt so good to say how I felt.

What did I get myself into?

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