Are We Friends or Are We More (Editing)

Chapter 27

Destiny POV.

Apparently, there was blood running down my face because Harry didn't put the bandage on quick enough, but we got it all settled and taken care of.

  We are now sitting in the living room and Ashlee had gone out to get food. Niall went with her. I was alone. With Harry. Harry Styles. I had a headache. I felt a pounding thud repeating against my head like someone was punching me. Harry already gave me medicine but it hurt like a bitch. The doctor said that is normal so I just went to sleep. It was hard at first but I eventually drifted off into a deep sleep as I lay with Harry.

Ashlee POV.

I am furious. Angry. Tired. Sad. Nervous. And most of all...Scared.
But I made up my mind. I am going to hurt Trent. He has hurt Destiny enough so I am gonna hurt him. He mess with her. I mess with him. He is screwed. Hopefully. Maybe. I don't know. Maybe he will win. Maybe I will win. He needed to be back in that jail. I wasn't going to let him hurt Niall, Harry, or Destiny.

I told people that I was going out to get food, but Niall wants to come with. I can still make a plan to disappear, find Trent, and destroy him.

Harry wants pizza.
Niall wants pizza.
Destiny says she isn't Hungry.
I want pizza.
Pizza it is!!

Niall POV.

Ashlee says she is going out to get food for us and I was really hungry for some pizza so I want to go with her to get some pizza for us. Destiny looks like a mess. I feel terrible. I want to do something but I didn't really know what to do. Harry was the good one with girls. I can be sociable at times and I am kinda confident with girls but with Ashlee, I'm nervous and I feel fuzzy inside, but I don't understand why. I also don't know what to do for Destiny. I don't want to do a wrong thing and then make Ashlee upset. Because once you make Ashlee mad. Your Dead.

We walk to the pizza place. Ashlee says she feels like walking so I walk with her. We talk about random things but I notice that something was wrong. She was thinking about something. She isn't talking as much as she does. Something is going on or something is wrong. I really wanna know but do I have the balls to ask. I'm really nervous and I really wanna know what she is thinking.

"Ashlee, are you, uh, okay," I ask, as I felt myself getting really warm.

She didn't answer.

"Uh, Ashlee," I say, poking her.

"What, uh, sorry, I was thinking way to much. What was it you asked," Ashlee says.

  I could tell she was nervous. Maybe more than I was.

"Uh, are you okay," I ask, itching the back I my head.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just have lots on my mind right now," She says, avoiding eye contact.

"Okay, wanna talk about it," I ask, looking at the ground.

"No, I don't think so..." Ashlee says, her voice trailing off.

"Okay, well..I'm here if you wanna talk," I say, trying to make her feel better.

She looked very sad.
What could I do to cheer her up?

Maybe...change the subject?

"What kind of toppings do you like on your pizza," I ask."

"Uh, pepperoni. I'm kinda just plain jane. I know, I'm a loser like that," She says, cheering up a little bit.

She is feeling a little better. She is talking more!

"You're not a loser! I like people who like just plain jane pepperoni pizza too," I say, happily.