New Guy

Chapter 23

OHHHHH DET ENDING... DRAMA LLAMA.. WUT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? OOOOH!!!

Harry's POV:

"You should be expelled and you should be fired, but I will not do that to either of you."

"Why should I be fired?! It was all him," I question angrily, thinking this whole situation is unfair.

"You punched a student, Styles," The principal answers blandly.

"In self-defence."

"That is why I will not fire you, but I am also not expelling Justin because you hit him back."

Rolling my eyes and sliding down the uncomfortable chair, Justin pokes his tongue out at me. I glare at him and he smirks.

We both get a massively long and boring lecture before being sent out of the office.

Justin sticks his tongue out at me and walks away triumphantly. I can't believe he's getting away with this. It's just not fair.

My mind wanders back to Nicola; how annoyed she'll be with the fact Justin's not getting in trouble.

I feel like punching him again.

Clearing my mind of all hostile thoughts, I make my way down the hall and try to forget about what happened today.

Unfortunately, this proves ineffective as I still want to punch Justin.

Zayn's POV:

"Why didn't you do anything?!"

"I had to help Greer! It's not like Nicola was going to let her stay!" Liam shouts back at me.

God, I'm so pissed off. He should've done something to help Nic! Seriously, if I were there...

"Shut up!" Nicola shouts, obviously annoyed with us. "I'm okay now, aren't I? Also if Liam tried to help me, I'd probably tell him to gtfo and help Greer."

"See?" Liam points out, folding his arms.

"If I were there, I totally would've kicked his a-"

"But you weren't there, sooooo..." Nicola cuts me off and pokes her tongue out.

I roll my eyes at her before pulling her in for a hug. Stupid Justin can go die in a hole.

"You must hate him after all this stuff he's done to you," Greer says.

Nicola pulls away from our hug and looks at her before replying, "Hate is a strong word."

She's such a lovely girl. I hate Justin with a passion and he practically killed her today, yet she still only 'dislikes' him.

I don't know how she does it.

Luke's POV: 

"Ashton, you are an idiot," I say, running my hand through my hair. "Do you have any idea how much fuss you've caused?"

"Fuss?" Ashton asks. "What do you mean?"

"You skipped the signing and now fans are starting rumours," Calum says. "Where's Ashton? Is he out of the band? Is he dead?"

"Well.. Sorry! I mean, I didn't mean to cause this, and I had a friend to look after!"

I slide my thumb across the screen of my iPhone, unlocking it and logging onto Twitter. I turn my phone around so Ashton can see the tweets from fans.

'I bet Ashton is out of the band'

'Is Ash coming on tour?'

'Ashton was in a car crash and he's in the hospital but the boys just won't tell us' 

"See what you've done?!" I ask Ashton angrily. Skipping the signing could ruin this entire tour. If people start believing these rumours.. "You need to get on Twitter."

"No! I said no tweets for two months! I don't like Twitter anymore.." Ash pouts, folding his arms.

"Fine then, I'll get on for you," Mikey pitches in and gets on his phone, presumably logging onto Ashton's Twitter account.

Ash grabs his phone back and shoves it in the pocket of his jeans, once again folding his arms defiantly.

Rolling my eyes, I type up a tweet to stop all the rumours. I doubt anyone will believe it unless it comes from Ash himself, though.

'Hi everyone. Just confirming that Ash is here on tour with us and is not dead, injured or anything else. xx' 

I hit the send button and instantly get heaps of retweets as well as comments saying things like 'I don't believe you', 'Why can't he tweet it himself?'. I knew this would happen.

I type up another tweet to try and get everyone to calm down.

'Guys, please just calm down. Ashton is fine! He's taking a break from Twitter for a while. That's all. xx' 

Most people believe me but there's still enough that don't that could spread rumours and cause fuss that management will have to deal with and get annoyed with us over.

Surprise, surprise, my phone starts to ring, notifying me that management is calling me! Yay!

Note sarcasm.

I suppose I have to answer so that's what I do, "Hi! I am so sorry about Ashton! He had something really important he needed to take care of and says he's sorry and it won't happen again and please, just give him a chance because he will be a good little Ash forever and ever and-"

"Stop. Let me talk to Ashton."

"Okay.." I hand the phone to Ash and I can tell that all of us are dying inside, having mini heart attacks and spazzing out at the same time. The head of management is legitimately psycho and who knows what he'll do now..

Ash nods. His face turns from worried to blank.

"But I-" He begins. "No, you can't d-" I suppose he keeps getting cut off. "Please, just let m-"

"Ashton, what's he saying..?" Calum asks warily, a suspicious look on his face.

"You can't do this! It'd ruin the tour!" Ashton says, his voice a cross between shocked, angry and distressed. "Yes, I know, but that was one time! I had to- No, ugh, come on!"

"What the hell is he saying, Ashton?!" Michael demands, obviously frustrated with the whole situation. I'm frustrated too, but I'm just terrified as to what's going to happen.

"I didn't mess up that bad!" Ash says, stomping his foot and making a pouty face. "What about the album?!"

Oh god, oh god, oh god, what's happening..

Ashton's POV: 

"Ashton, you cannot just skip things like this! Especially the first big event of the tour!"

"Yes, but I had something important to do and it won't happen again a-"

"I'm not letting this happen again."

"What are you saying?"

"What I'm saying is that there will be no muck-ups in this band anymore."

"What does that mean..?"

"Ashton..."