One Thing (One Direction) [On Hold]

Chapter Twelve

 “Let me riddle you a ditty, it’s just an itty bitty, little thing on my mind

About a boy and a girl, trying to take on the world one kiss at a time

Now the funny thing about, ain’t a story without it, but the story is mine

And I wish you could say, that it ended just fine” - Happily Ever After, He Is We

Ashtyn

“He kissed you?” Ally shouts. She slides into the seat across from mine. “Tell me more.”

“I had fun” I say. “What else is there to tell?”

“Details, woman!” Ally shouts. I sigh. It's the next morning, and Ally and Miles slept over again. Last night, I refused to talk about the date. So they're going to bother me right before we have to leave to go to class. Of course.

“Are you going to eat that?” asks Miles, eyeing my bacon.

“Yes!” I shout, holding my hands defensively over my plate. Nobody takes my bacon away from me.

“DETAILS!” screams Ally.

“He. Kissed. Me” I say. “That's it.”

“Lies” Ally says.

“We should go . . .” Miles says, his eyes on the clock.

“Right” says Ally. “You will tell me everything when we return.”

-

Louis

“This is . . .” Harry is literally speechless. I stare at his mobile over his shoulder.

@MrsNarry: @Harry_Styles y are you going out wit tht btch ashtyn?

@harryismine: @Harry_Styles @AshtynHatesSpoons ashtyn ur a btch leave our boys alone

@lovingharrystyles: @Harry_Styles @AshtynHatesSpoons leave harry alone u bitch

“How come none of them can spell?” I wonder idly. Harry glares at me.

“It's not funny, Louis” he says. “If she sees these? Think about someone other then yourself for once in your life.” I stand up and back away from him.

“I thought we were over this” I say. “I forgave you. Can you do the same?”

“Just think before you say stuff” he grumbles.

“I laugh!” I shout at him. “Maybe you like wallowing in misery, but when I'm upset I joke about it, alright? Don't you know me well enough to know that?” He sighs.

“I know” he says quietly. “I'm really sorry. I'm just . . . can't people see that what they say hurts?”

“I suppose not” I say, reclaiming my seat next to him on the couch. I watch as he types out a tweet.

@Harry_Styles: guys please lay off ashtyn i love her and nothing you say can change that.

@Harry_Styles: all the hate isnt funny. please stop.

When he types out the words 'I love her', I can't help but suck in a breath of air. Harry looks at me curiously. “You alright?” he asks.

“Fine” I reply softly. He turns his attention back to Twitter. I stand up. “I'm going to go . . . take a nap or something” I tell him.

“Have fun” he says, without taking his eyes off of the mobile. I stalk off towards our bedroom and throw myself on the bed.

I hate this. I hate the two of us fancying the same girl. I hate how anything he says can set me off just like that. If I had been thinking, I would have known that he wasn't really mad at me for joking around. He was mad at the people hating on Ashtyn, and he just took it out on me. Instead, I just screamed at him.