Punching Bag [H.S]

Punching Bag [H.S]

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Ashton Taylor is an unsolved mystery. Harry Styles is an open book. Well, kinda. When tragedy strikes and Ashton is forced to restart her life while trying to deal with her own baggage, Harry comes barging into her life with every intention to break down the walls that she has put up. ... "What the fuck is your problem?" He yelled at me. Turning around, I walked straight back up to him and shoved at his chest. "What's my problem?" I asked him as I let out a breathy laugh. "You're my problem Harry Styles! Why won't you take a hint? Piss off, leave me the fuck alone. I don't want anything to do with you or have you anywhere near me." I turn to walk away, but He grabs my arm, stopping me from going any further. "Leave me alone you piece of shit." "Ashton don't do this. Don't be a dumbass! If you go into that ring now you're gonna fuck yourself up!" He tried to reason with me. "I don't care Harry. I'm done being everyone's punching bag."
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I run faster and faster. He's going to catch me. I let out a very girly squeal as I feel two sets of arms grab me slowing me to a halt. "That is not fair!" I scream at the curly haired boy. He just chuckles letting go of me. "Yes it was. You never said I couldn't use other people." He shrugs. "It was implied. And he's training for the Olympics." "You're training." He states simply flipping his hair out of his eyes. "C'mon, we're going to be late." He grabs my wrist and starts pulling me down the street. "I really don't want to go." I whine while his grip doesn't falter but possibly gets tighter. "You really don't have a choice." He mumbles. "Since when have you cared about being punctual?" He's always the late one. "Since your job depends on it." And he's right. Maybe I should back up. I am Harry Styles' personal bodyguard. That doesn't really clear it up, does it? Well, this is what happened...

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