Dark (The Past Never Changes)

Chapter 51

Ashton's POV

I don't know if I should tell Kaylee. This thing is eating me alive inside. She knows Harry is hiding something from Bree, but she doesn't know what. If she finds out then she'll be mad at me for not telling her something like that. And if I do tell her, she'll tell Bree which isn't acceptable.

"Kaylee, can I talk to you?" I ask walking into the kitchen after we finish cleaning off the table from breakfast.

"Sure." She looks at me. "What?" She furrows her eyes brows.

"Somewhere else, privately." I look to Bree entering the kitchen. Kaylee and I are just staring at her. She looks between the both of us, and starts backing up, but I stop her. "No! It's okay. We were just leaving." I nod to Kaylee and she follows me upstairs. Bree curiously watches us. I wait until Kaylee is the room, then shut the door and lock it.

"What going on?" She asks, rather loudly.

"Shh. You can't tell anyone. Not even Bree." I sit next to her on the bed. All I can hope for is that she'll listen to me.

Kaylee's POV

"Ashton what are you talking about?" I ask.

"Remember when you asked me about what Harry is hiding from Bree?" He asks. It all clicks and my heart aches for her already. I nod slowly. "I can't keep it from you any longer, but you can not tell her, I'm serious." He looks me dead in the eyes.

"What if it's something that will hurt her?" I ask him.

"It's definitely something that will hurt her, but you still can't tell her. Seriously, Harry needs to fix this on his own, and I believe he will. But I don't want to risk you being mad at me when you find out." He takes my hands in his.

"I can't promise I'll risk my best friend getting hurt either." I look away.

"Hey look at me." He pulls my face to his. "You can't tell her, okay. Trust me. It will all be okay." He says softly.

"But-" I force, but he shhes me.

"Don't tell her. Please don't tell her." He whispers. I can see the plea in his eyes. He really wants to tell me, but he doesn't want me to tell Bree. My stomach flips just thinking about it. I nod slowly. "Say it." He demands. I pause for a minute and sigh.

"I won't tell her." I look down. When I look back he's looking at me like 'really'. I huff. "I promise I won't tell her." I correct myself.

"Harry left a girl in England." He sighs. I look at him for the longest time with wide eyes.

I can't even begin to try to process the words he just said. I look away and shake my head. I can't believe that Harry, of all people has two girlfriends, one of them being my best friend. And when she finds out, she'll crack. She'll break inside and shut herself out. She's only done that once before, when her parents passed away. It lasted for about five months before I finally got her to watch a movie with me and the girls. I can't even imagine how she'll feel after this.

"He said he broke up with her, but she's telling people that they're still together, and that she'll stop when he breaks up with her in person." He says breaking me from my thoughts. Guilt rushes over me.

"The next time he'll see her, he'll be with Bree." I confirm and he nods slowly. I can't deal with this right now, I have to tell her. "I have to tell her." I stand up, but he grabs my arms and faces me towards him.

"Harry is going to figure it out and tell Bree. He really wants her to meet his family and if you tell her she won't go, and Harry will hate me. You can't tell her, for all four of us. Let them figure it out on their own." He pleads. I shake my head. I can't do this. "You promised." His voice changes to hurt. "And you never break promises." He looks me in the eyes.

He's right, I don't break promises. It's not that I can't, because I can if I really wanted to. But I made it my one life goal to never break them after my dad broke so many. How do I let this go? How do I keep myself from telling her? Every time I look at her, I'll hurt on the inside. How do I step back and watch my best friend's heart break in front of me, and know that I knew the whole time.

"If she gets hurt, I'll never forgive myself." I sit on the bed and put my head in my hands.

"Shh. Don't think like that. He'll fix it. He will." He assures me.

How will Harry fix this? He's already let it get too far. They seemed so happy this morning. How can he look at her, knowing he has every bit of power to destroy her inside? He has every thing he needs to completely break her heart, and it seems like he's trying to keep that from happening, but it's too late. She won't understand. She'll think of it completely different than what she should. She'll be devastated.

Bree's POV

Everything's a lot better than it used to be. I used to think I would never get over this. That everything would just continue to bring me down. I had nothing but the girls after my parents left, and not even that was enough.

I can't explain the way that things used to be for all of us, and how it's so different now. It really does come to show that things in life are better when you aren't looking for anything, and we were all okay with how things were, I was okay with how things were. Even though I lost the one thing I thought I'd always need. I still need them, but it's different now. In some weird un-explanatory way, it's just different and I will never understand it.

Harry walks in the room, and he's getting water. I watch the way his shoulders stand tall. His arms sway a little and his hips don't move at all when he walks, not noticeably any way. His eyebrows are furrowed, in concentration and his long fingers curl all the way around the water bottle. His muscles flex underneath his skin when he takes the cap off, but he makes it look as if it wasn't a problem at all. His tattoos are just kind of there, but they're a nice look one him. He brings the bottle to his full pink soft lips and closes his eyes while leaning his head back. His hair is pulled back by one of his thick headbands, with little curls sticking out around his ears. His eyebrows relax and he just looks so god-like. He's drinking fucking water, and I find it one of the hottest things in the world.

I sigh and look away, toward my phone. I was just about to call my brother and tell him I'd be out of town and not to call me to babysit. My youngest brother of all people, got happily married to a women who fits his personality and made a beautiful little girl named Lillia. The phone only rings about twice.

"Hey sis." He says.

"Hi. I just wanted let you know that the last two weeks of July, I will be unavailable to babysit Lillia. I'm going out of town." I tell him.

"What? With who? It better not be Harry." He warns.

"Dallas, I'm 19, and I can go out of town with who ever I want.

"Yeah, but I'm still your older brother, and my opinion should still matter." He jokes.

"Oh believe me, it does. Just not when it comes to my relationships, or where I go, or where I live, or what I say, or what I think, or what I do, or my friends, or what I eat, and don't forget about what I feel." I explain.

"So pretty much it doesn't matter." He huffs.

"It does, when it come to your own life." I emphasize 'own'.

"You're still a little shit." He laughs.

"And your still a prick." I fight back. "Look I gotta go, give Lillia a hug for me."

"Sorry Lillia doesn't hug little shits." He jokes, I giggle.

"Then it's a shame she lets pricks kiss her on the cheek. Guess she'll grow up learning from the best." I say.

"Nice one. See you later, loser." He laughs.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny. Bye Dallas." I wait for his response.

"Bye." He says and I hang up the phone.

"Who was that?" Harry asks.

"My brother." I answer. He just nods.

"You were staring at me." He sits down and smirks.

"What when?" I play around.

"Before you called your brother." He scoots closer.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." I giggle and get up to leave the kitchen.