Trouble (Harry Styles story)

Drifting

Harry's POV:

Ever since Trevor lied to Ashlyn about what happened in the alley, she had been a little bit more distant, more pulled back. I'd hated to admit it, even to myself, but I'd felt like I was missing something, as if her presence made a difference in my life. 

I'd walked into art class, to see her talking with Trevor. They both looked up as I entered the door. Ashlyn got up, walking towards me.

"Hey Harry." She said, smiling a bit. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt with some leggings.

"Hi Ashlyn." I replied, raising an eyebrow. I could tell, by the way she was looking at me that she believed Trevor's story. Not mine, even though it was the truth.

"Listen, Harry..." She said, biting her lip. She was looking everywhere, but my eyes. 

"I know. You believe him, that much is obvious." I said, frowning as I took my seat. "The only part I don't understand is why." 

"Well... Trevor's just, misunderstood and some things are happening with him at home..." She said, shaking her head as she crossed her arms, lowering her voice so he couldn't hear us. "I don't really believe him, I just-"

"You feel bad for him." I said. "So you're going to hang out with him from now on instead of me, I get it. It's okay."

"No, Harry." She said, a crease appearing in between her eyebrows. "I'm not going to do that."

"But that's what will happen." I said, looking up at her, my hands open on my desk. I was angry. At her, at him and at Mr. Baker for walking in the class, cutting our conversation short.

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"Mr. Styles, can you come here for a moment?" Mr. Baker asked, as I was packing my stuff. Without answering, I headed over to his desk with a sigh. I really wasn't in the mood for a conversation, with anyone really. "I noticed Trevor's face. You know anything about it?" He asked, pushing his hair back. I looked at him for a moment. I'd heard girls talking about him, chattering about how 'hot' he was. I'd heard one girl compare him to Flynn Rider from Tangled once. I could see it, his hair, face and- "Mr. Styles?" He said, shaking me out of my thoughts. God, I'd been doing that so much lately, losing track of my thoughts.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth." I said, frowning. "Others haven't."

"Just tell me, I've heard it all." He said, smiling.

"Well... I was leaving a friends house, when I heard something in an alleyway. So out of pur curiosity, I went and looked. I saw Trevor being beat on by these two guys." I sighed, crossing my arms as I went over the story for the second time. "So I defended him, then they left. He said he would be fine, so I went home. That's all I know." He stood there for a moment, thinking it over before nodding.

"Thanks." He said. "I think I'm probably going to have to get involved now." He rolled  his eyes. He was probably my favorite teacher. Never pushy, never mean, he acted just like a kid. "You can go though, if you want. If you want to skip whatever you have next, I can give you an excuse."

"Like?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Helping me with..." He paused to looked around the classroom. "Some work, or something." He sighed, shaking his head. "I wouldn't usually offer this, but you look like you could use a break." 

"Yeah, I do." I nodded, smiling a bit. "Thanks... But I'd rather miss chemistry, which is right after lunch."  I said, hoping he would agree.

"Sure thing, kid." He said, busying himself with some papers on his desk as his next class poured in. " I'll talk to Mrs. Abbots, get it all sorted out."