Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

26

  The week seemed to drag on ever since I was with Harry that night. We saw each other from time to time, but for some reason I was anxious about Harry showing me "The day in the life of Harry Styles". I didn't know what Harry did before he met me. I knew his past, yes, but I didn't know what day Harry had. Either way, I knew my father wouldn't approve of the whole thing. However, I was going to see what Harry did and somehow that intrigued me.

  I walked over to the kitchen table with a platter of hot wings I made, and sat down next to Ashton who was dealing out cards to everybody. "Are you playing?" he asked as he glanced over at me. I nodded and placed the platter off to the side not wanting to disturb the other boys. Right when I set it down, Michael immediately dragged it over closer to Calum and himself. They started to dig in while Ashton was still dealing out cards.

  That was when I noticed Luke. He seemed a little dark and gloomy, more than usual. It's not like he's an emo or what not. He just comes off a little more serious than the other boys, but that night he seemed solemn. My mind was wanting to ask him what was wrong, but I knew I would be opening a can of worms. I decided against it at that moment and brought my thoughts back to what was happening.

  When Ashton was finished, everyone picked up their cards and started to scan them. There was a sound of shuffling coming from the cards that were about to lull me to sleep. Ashton kept elbowing me in the side to keep me awake and every time he did, I quietly thanked him. I heard Ashton's small, dorky chuckle sound throughout the room and I smiled at how goofy he was. After a small moment of silence, Luke slammed down a card and returned to his normal state.

  "Damn, Luke," Michael muttered. "I don't need your s*** right now," Luke returned bitterly. "Luke!" I scolded as I narrowed my eyes at him. He glared at me and his eyes went back down to his cards. I looked at Ashton expecting him to do something, but he stayed in his seat concentrating on the game at hand. I guffawed at the whole scene and I felt my face getting red. There was so much tension in the house ever since Luke got here and it was making me feel on edge. I was so done.

  "Luke? May I please talk to you?" I asked standing up abruptly. He looked up at me, rolled his eyes, and walked out the door with me trailing behind. "Listen, I don't know what's wrong, but you better start explaining. I am done with the crappy attitude you have! And the swearing! You know Aaron is upstairs!" I whisper-shouted when the door closed. "He's fourteen. I think he knows what s*** is." I gave him a disapproving look and he rolled his eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that night. "Nothing is wrong. I'm just not in the mood to play poker tonight," he said not daring to look into my eyes. "Why not?" "I don't feel like it, okay?" he growled.

  All of a sudden, his phone buzzed in his pocket and he got it out while staring at it with an emotionless face. His tongue ran over his lip ring and he bit it softly. He put the phone back in his pocket and sighed looking back up at me. "I have to go,"he said starting for the door. "Luke!" I called after him.
He didn't answer. Instead, he just exited out the door like I didn't even say his name. I ran towards the door and saw him starting to walk in the direction of his house. "Luke?" I yelled. He wiped his eyes and looked up at me with his hands in his pockets. "You know that you can tell me anything, right?" He continued to stare at me until he replied,"That's not always the case." He turned around and started to walk into the darkness until I couldn't see him any longer.

  I sighed and pressed my back against the door as the crickets sang together in a beautiful symphony. As I stood there, I thought of what could be upsetting Luke. It couldn't be homesickness. Luke was one of those people who had wanderlust. He loved to roam around the world and explore different places whether it meant leaving his family behind or not. I knew it didn't have to deal with one of the boys. He had been with him basically all his life putting up with their crap and stupid, pointless pranks. That was how he was so cunning with his come backs at times. It was because of all the arguments the boys had gotten into.

  Regardless of what he may seem on the outside, he was actually a softy. Luke had always been sentimental and into Nicholas Sparks unlike other boys I knew. He was also a closed book. He never liked to share secrets meaning that he would lash out at us at times because of it. Everytime he had a problem, it usually had to deal with girls or family problems. "That's it,"I muttered to myself. Maybe it had to do with that. I wasn't for sure, but I was almost certain that Luke's behavior had to be an outcome of these problems.

  All of a sudden, the door backed out from me and I fell into the arms of Ashton, who apologized to me immediately. I forgave him quickly as we both laughed until our stomachs hurt. Ashton closed the door behind him and we made our way to the front steps sitting on them intently. "Houston, we have a problem," Ashton muttered to himself as we both stared at Luke, who was still walking into the distance. I giggled and nodded slightly as I hugged my knees. "I don't know what was up with him tonight," I replied. Ashton shrugged and turned to face me. "Whatever it is, we're going to have to find out one way or another."