Stole My Heart (a Harry styles fanfiction)

Chapter-22

Decision
Ashlynn's POV

"Harry?" My eyes widened as I saw Harry sitting on the couch of Scar's living room.

"Umm....

Ash he wants to talk with you about something." Scar uttered from the other sofa.
Uncomfortableness prominent on her voice.
I looked at Scar and then Harry. My eyes immediately met with my shoes when Harry's met mine.

"I think you guys need some privacy." Scar said getting up and gaining death glare from me.

But she's Scarlett Johnson, so she ignored my glare and walked out from the living room.

After her leaving the room, an awkward silence fell over the room.
I felt Harry's incessant gaze on me and I looked at everywhere but Harry.

"I know you're mad at me Ashlynn." Harry said breaking the silence. But I remained quite.

"Look I know, I did wrong. I shouldn't go with her. But trust me I was not aware of this situation." Harry stopped and sighed.
"Talk to me Ash" He pleaded.

My gaze still fixed on my lap. But I decided to take out what in my mind.
"Niall said he saw you on the dance floor. Is that was your important business, then..."

"No! I wasn't fucking dancing with her. And that idiot didn't even saw dancing. Then how could've he fucking blame me?" Harry abruptly yelled making me jump in astound.

"Then what was you doing?" I looked at him in confusion.
"Listen Ash" Harry stood up from the couch and kneeled down at me.

"I thought it was important, but Taylor talked with about on random topic. So when I got bored I told her that I need to return to you. But then she abruptly tugged me to the dancefloor."
I kept looking at his green orbs mentally told him to keep going.

"As I about to walk off she said some irrelevant things which made me tempered and so we got into a fight. But Niall came right at that moment and thought that I was dancing." Harry took a long breath after finishing.

"What kind of things Taylor told you?" I asked him furrowing my brows.

Harry looked at me for a good ten seconds and then broke the stare.

"What Harry?"
"Never mind. Are you still mad at me?" Harry asked changing the subject.

"I need the answer Harry." I said sternly, annoyed at the matter that he's hiding this from me.

"Forget it Ash. You're coming with me, right?"
"Either you tell me or else I won't go anywhere."

"Why so stubborn?" Harry got on his hill and jerked around.

"Please Haz." I pleaded desperately. Why? Cause I really wanna know what kind of shit tempered Harry.

"Fuck.Ugh okay." He groaned and plop down into the couch.

"She was umm ... telling something about you. And as I love you so much I couldn't listen to her quietly. so I got on a fight." He explained breathlessly. "Oh my! What did she said?" My heart twisted at the thought that Harry was defending for me and here I'm thinking kinda different.

"I can't say that angel. I can't even uttered a single word against you." Harry desperately looked in my eyes for a reassuring signal. "Alright. Let it go." I sighed and dropped the subject. Because I want to quite it and I also don't wanna hear bad about me.

"I'm sorry love for being a jerk last night. I was mad at Niall that he told you I was dancing." Harry sighed in relief as he explained. "Drop it Harry. That was over and I'm happy that everything is fine now." I smiled cheering his mood. A rush of guilt went through my vein thinking that I didn't give him chance to explicit last night.