Trouble (Harry Styles story)

Fight

Harry’s Pov:

I hadn’t ever had a great relationship with either Trevor, or Ashlyn, so it made no sense to me that it pissed me off so much when Trevor and Ashlyn started hanging out. First of all, I didn’t get what Ashlyn saw in him. He was a lowlife idiot, with a crappy car that works at Starbucks. Second of all, he was rude and inconsiderate. Sure, I was not exactly nice to everyone, but I was never rude like he was.

But then there was the fact that he didn’t call her, and then stop talking to her completely. Why would she even like me anyways, I was never friendly to her… Then again, I wasn’t really friendly to anyone anymore. The only people I really liked were my friends and family, but I still didn’t like their company much.

So I lied in my room before and after school, starring at the ceiling and thinking about all the stupid things I’ve done. I never was one for ‘deep thinking’ or go over thought over thought about things I wish I could change. But lately, it was about all I could do. For some reason, I’d just become so lazy. My room had become a wreck, and I’d quit football, not finding any joy in it anymore. My friends had begun to tell me I was too depressing to hang out with, and they began hanging out with Trevor. Well, most of them anyway, I still had Lou. That kid probably wouldn’t stop being my friend if I killed his dog.

Louis. We’d been best friends since the first day I moved to London. He’d recently moved too, telling me about his friends back in Doncaster, and his fifty-thousand sisters. He had a taste for stripes and TOMs, and not to mention not wearing socks. Every time he would take his shoes off for gym, everyone knows to hold their breath. No one complains though, after all it is just Louis. He’d just laugh it off anyways.

Well, no one did complain until Trevor came along.

“Ugh, man your feet stink!” He said, shooting Louis a dirty look.

“Hold your breath, like everyone else.” Louis said, raising an eyebrow and continuing to get changed.

“No, how about you move over there and keep your stinky ass away from everyone else.”Trevor spat, glaring at Louis. I felt my hand twitch, instantly balling up into a fist. Sure, Louis and I made fun of each other all of the time, but someone else poking fun at him, and meaning it, sent my blood into a boil.

Louis sat there, looking at Trevor with a stupid look on his face.

“Just… Calm down, jeez.” He said, shaking his head as he pulled on his shorts. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Well, it wasn’t until you got all defensive.” Trevor said, pulling on his shirt.

“Oh, I got defensive.” Louis said, rolling his eyes. Wrong move.

Before I knew what was happening, Trevor’s fist connected hard with Louis’ face. Instantly reacting, I ran over in my boxers, pulling Trevor off of Louis. Chains of swear words flew at me, at the same speed as his fists. And just like in first grade, I was underneath Trevor, getting the crap beat out of me.

Only this time, it didn’t hurt that much, and I wasn’t even half as scared. I stood up, pushing back against Trevor, shoving him right into the lockers. I held him against the lockers until he’d calmed down.

“Back the fuck off. Of me, of my friends and of Ashlyn.” I spat, surprising myself with that last part. He starred hard at me, breathing heavily. I pushed on him hard once more, making him grunt before I let go, turning around to help Louis up.

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“Thanks for that Harry.” Louis said as we sat alone at a table at lunch.

“It was nothing.” I said, looking at his bruised face. He had a few bruises on his jaw and forehead, nothing serious. It was the limp he had now that bothered me. He laughed them off, but I knew he was in pain by the way he scrunched up his forehead as he walked.  

“Seriously though…” He said, smiling at me. He looked almost worried. “Hey, you mentioned Ashlyn… Do you like her or something?”

I thought about it. I hadn’t exactly ‘liked’ anyone for a long time. The only relationships I’d had with girls were one night stands or week long boyfriend-girlfriend things. Nothing that really meant a lot to me, but recently, I’d found that every fucking time I’d turn around, I found myself thinking about Ashlyn. I’d hate to admit it, but I thought I might actually like her.

“I don’t even know.” I sighed, shaking my head and looking at my half empty pudding and granola bar. I actually hadn’t finished a whole meal since this… Thing began.

“Well, you’d better figure it out fast.” Louis said, with a mouth full of spaghetti. He was the only kid I knew, who’s mum still packed him a lunch. He didn’t seem to mind though, so why should I.

I turned around to look where he was pointing. I looked over to our old table, and there they were. Ashlyn and Trevor sitting there, laughing. Trevor, with his fucking stupid black eye and dumb haircut, the same hoodie he wore on the first day and his fucking toothy grin. And Ashlyn, her long brown hair and classic winged eyeliner. I must have never looked really closely at her, because I realised that she had freckles and her bottom lip was fuller than her top one. Now that I looked, I noticed that she was actually kind of cute, sitting there laughing like she didn’t have a care in the world.

All of the cheerleaders and ‘popular’ girls were sitting there, glaring at her. I realised how much I hated them, all of them. Fake, blonde with matching tans and hot-pink phone cases. Then I looked back to Trevor and Ashlyn. They were laughing it up like one of them had said the funniest thing in the world…

Ashlyn’s POV:

Trevor was one of the funniest people in the world, I swear. I hadn’t exactly liked him, he was rude to people for seemingly no reason, but the better I got to know him, the more I realised that he was just misunderstood. He was actually quite nice, and had a good taste in music. Sure, he was the youngest guy I knew with fifteen tattoos and three piercings, but that was all just a… Look.

He was comparable to Harry, with his whole tough look and rugged personality, but he seemed like a nice person underneath. Harry, with his tattoos and beanies. Harry, with his addiction to wristbands and loud rock music, blasting from his car as he drove past, starring at you through his dark sunglasses. Harry, with his stupid jokes and obsession with seeming tough. I thought it was kind of funny how alike the two were… it was a wonder they never got along.

I knew that the relationship between Harry and Trevor was never great, what with Trevor bullying Harry non-stop for years and Harry always making fun of Trevor for his smile. But I honestly just wished they could have gotten along, I feel like they could have been pretty good friends.