Trouble (Harry Styles story)

Helping Hand

Harry'a pov: 

I was walking home, thinking about everything that had happened that night. I normally wouldn't think about something for such a long time, but this was different. Ashlyn was the first person to have ever caught my attention, or that I'd really liked. And I really didn't want to fuck things up, like I had before. I couldn't believe that Ashlyn was actually still nice to me, with how I'd treated her for the past twelve or so years...

I was still thinking about it all, when I heard some muffled screaming and shouting as i headed back into the commercial area. I looked around the corner of a building that led down into a dark alleyway, the kind you see in the movies where all of the bad guys lurk. That's when I saw it, Trevor lying unconscious on the ground, having his stuff being dug through by two guys, both wearing black hoodies

"Hey!" Someone shouted, it took me a moment to realize it was me who had done it. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked, quickening my pace as I headed towards them. My curls were bouncing as I walked, falling in my eyes 'Fuck I must have forgotten my beanie at Ashlyn's.' I thought, I prayed that she wouldn't show up.

The two guys stood up, they both had dark hair, and were wearing hoodies. They could probably be bothers, they both looked so similar.

"You. think you're going to stop us?" The one in the white hoodie asked.

"I'm sure as hell going to try." I spat, glaring at them.

"Why?" The one in the dark hoodie asked, narrowing his eyes at me before kicking Trevor. "This you're boyfriend?" Trevor groaned, his eyes shooting open. He looked up at me, a terrified look on his face.

Without answering his question, I swung at the one in the white hoodie, hitting his square in the jaw. I guess he wasn't expecting me to hit him, since stumbled backwards, clutching his jaw.

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I took a few hard hits, the marks were already bruising, but I ignored the pain, gritting my teeth as I helped Trevor off of the ground.

"Thanks." He muttered, his lip swelling up. He'd taken an obviously worse beating then me, staggering and swaying as he stood. I knelt over and picked up his belongings, splayed across the ground. The last thing I picked up was a picture of him and a girl.

She was quite pretty, with long black wavy hair, bright blue eyes and tanned skin. She looked like she didn't have a care in the world, smiling like a three year old in the picture. I recognized her as Trevor's older sister, Melody. I shoved the picture of the two smiling back in his bag, zipping it up for him.

"What did they want with you?" I asked, out of pure curiosity.

"It's none of your buisnes, Styles." He spat, snatching the bag out of my hands. "Thanks, but I gotta go now."

"Okay..." I said, watching as he limped away, obviously in pain.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" I asked, frowning. He simply nodded and I watched him lip off until he turned a corner. I sighed and turned back around, kicking a rock as I headed home. I had a feeling there was something darker happening with him and those guys, but I wasn't about to go sticking my nose in something bad after all this good stuff had happened to me.

Maybe it was my time to start over.