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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You would be surprised how much only two words could affect you. He said them with great confidence and a hint of something that made the hair on the back of my neck stand straight. It made me want to call all my friends and family and have them enrolled in the Witness Protection Program. His hands went to my hips, fingers digging deep into my skin; keeping me in place. I kept telling him to stop, let me go, to leave me alone. But he would just smirk or laugh as his friends would have to repeat themselves to me once more, "He's always got what he wants." I don't care if he has. I mean who would? After many squirming sessions and my annoyed pleads, he finally let me go. I walked through the restaurant doors and sat at the booth my friends were at. Maybe I should ask my friends if they know him? But I only know his first name, Louis. Who is this Louis character? It doesn't matter, it's not like I'll ever see him again. #1 FOR PUNK LOUIS TOMLINSON !!

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