Trouble (Harry Styles story)

Lies

Ashlyn's pov:

I was grocery shopping with my mum, when I saw Trevor standing in the pharmacy section, starring at the shelves of bandages and pain killers.

"These work well." I said, pulling a bottle of pain killers off of the shelf, the same ones we had in our house. He looked at me, taking the bottle. I noticed he had a split lip, and an awful lot of bruises. "What happened?"

"Nothing much." He said, looking at the bottle in his hand.

"Tell me."I frowned, crossing my arms. "And make it quick, my mum might be over in a second."

"It was just..." He stood there, frowning for a moment. "I don't really want to tell you, because I don't want to change your opinion on this guy."

"So someone did this." I said, looking at his sleeveless arms, they were also covered in bruises, but you could barely see them because of the tattoos covering his arms. "Just tell me."

"Alright..." He sighed, looking at me. "You know that dark ally off of Willow street?" I nodded, it was one of the ally's close to my house, it led to the bakery and my favourite coffee shop. "Well, I was walking back from the bakery yesterday, when Harry walked past. He saw me... And...." I felt my face fall, as I starred at him. He looked at his shoes, sighing. "Well, he turned around and just came at me. I don't know why, but he beat me up pretty bad. I didn't try to stop him, since I'm trying to change and not get into any fights anymore..."

I closed my eyes and sighed, pressing my lips together. That was the night Harry had left my house, the night that we kissed. I found it hard to believe, that the cat loving, curly haired person that was laughing about nothing at my house the other day, had been able to do this. But I couldn't think of any other explanation. Before I could say anything else, my mum came up and put her hand on my shoulder.

"Ashlyn, sweetheart lets go." She said, I turned around to see her, her blonde hair in the same bun from two days ago, her jeans and baggy t-shirt resembling mine. She looked over to Trevor and smiled, looking back at me. "Who's this?"

"This is Trevor." I said, trying to stop thinking about Harry for a moment, so I could speak without stuttering. "A friend from school. He used to live in Cheshire too."

"Hi." He said, smiling at my mum.

They ended up having a long conversation about school and stupid things like that. Their conversation seemed to go on forever, I felt nauseous and dizzy. I didn't understand why Harry doing this would have such a big impact on me....

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Harry's pov:

I was lying in my bed, Louis was lying on the floor in the sleeping bag I used for camping. He'd slept over the night I'd kissed Ashlyn, the night I'd save Trevor. I'd wanted to tell him, and his family was out of town anyways so it didn't matter if he stayed over.

It was around noon, and the sun was pouring in through my wrecked blinds, making jagged and crooked lines on the floor next to Louis. I pattered out of my room and down the stairs, seeing Gemma sitting in the kitchen, drinking tea.

"How's your boyfriend?" She asked, grinning at me when I made an annoyed noise. It was a continuos joke in between our families that we were dating.

"He's fine, sleeping still." I said, pouring a cup of tea for myself. We always played along, and it personally didn't bother me much. I couldn't always say the same for Louis. Ever since his last girlfriend kept worrying about if we actually were dating, he'd tensed up every time someone mentioned it.

I sat next to Gemma and put my head on her shoulder, sighing.

"I'm tired." I groaned, as she shook me off.

"Did you sleep, or did he keep you up all night?" She muttered, messing around on her phone. Before I got the chance to answer, the phone rang. I walked over to it, surprisingly pleased when I saw Ashlyn's number pop up.

"Hello?" I answered, walking into the other room so Gemma couldn't hear.

"Hi..." She sounded upset about something.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, sitting on the couch, throwing my legs over the arm of it, looking at my feet.

"I need to ask you something."

"Anything."

"What happened the other day, after you left my house?" She asked, sighing. I thought back to it, remembering Trevor in the ally, and those two idiots.

"I was waking home when I heard something in an ally. I turned around and Trevor was being attacked by two weird guys. So I saved him." I said, confused about why she was asking, or why she wanted I know.

"Really?" She asked, sounding unpleased with my answer. "Because Trevor's story was different."

"How?"

"He told me you did it." She said, I could imagine what she looked like right then, frowning. She was probably trying to choose who she was going to believe. I prayed she would choose me, since I was telling the truth. I surprisingly wasn't mad that Trevor had told her that... I was almost expecting it, or something like it at least.

"Well, I didn't." I said, sighing. "Trust me, he'd probably much rather say that than saying that I save his ass." I muttered, just as Louis walked through the kitchen and sat near my head, ruffling my hair. He gave me a look, he was probably curios about what I was talking about.

"Right... Anyways, I should go. I was just wondering."

"I'm not lying." I said, frowning.

"I know... But Trevor did, and I don't know why." She sighed, I heard a meow on her end of the phone, making me smirk.

"Like I said, he'd rather lie than admit the truth. You'd be surprised how much you can learn about a guy when he beats you up." I said, flicking Louis hand when he started pulling my ear. He was such a kid.

"Alright." She said, chuckling. "Talk to you later?"

"For sure." I said, then she hung up. Louis grabbed the phone out of my hand and began dialling someone. "Who're you calling?" I asked.

"My family, duh." He said, shaking his head. I sighed, lying my head on his leg. I yawned, as my cat jumped onto my lap. She walked around on my bare stomach for a bit, before lying down and purring. I sighed again, closing my eyes and regretting not sleeping much the night before.