Postcards And Polaroids {16+} - sequel to 'My Step-Brother' -



27. stupid

My mouth parted slightly and confusion struck me. "Ashton did it?" I asked confused, trying to recall where I had seen Ashton, only to come to the conclusion he was neither in this room, nor in the room Harry was in. Niall nodded slowly. "Why would Niall do this to you?" I asked and Niall awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "Harry was yelling at me and he let it slip that I kissed you and he went like 'you kissed her?' and I just stood there frozen which he took as a yes and then he punched me before walking of." I shook my head in disbelief. "And no one went after him?" I asked and Niall shook his head no. "You're okay, right?" I asked and he slowly nodded his head. 

I stormed out of the bathroom, earning some confused stares. "Where are you going?" I didn't even bother to answer as I walked into the other room, the one Harry was in. He was still sitting with his head in his hand and Zayn tried to calm him down, which obviously didn't help because Harry was sobbing and shaking. I slowly sat down next to Harry, placing my hand on his wrist and slowly bringing his hands away from my face.

As he faced he I felt horrible, his eyes were red and puffy and he honestly looked like a mess. He calmed down slightly when he looked at me but his breaths were still shaky. I slowly whiped away his tears, flashing him a weak smile before slowly pressing my lips against his cheek, leaving them there for about five seconds and I smiled slightly when Harry's breath caught in his throat. I pulled back my head and smiled at him. "Calm down." I said, my voice gentle and soft. "I'm going to look for Ashton. Please don't cry anymore." He nodded even though it didn't feel like he listened, maybe it was the way he stared at me. I got up and walked towards the door. "What's up with Ashton?" Zayn asked and I bit my lower lip hesitantly. "He kinda... beat up Niall." Harry let a smile crawl onto his lips and I rolled my eyes with a smile before making my way out of the hotel.

Two hours.

That's how long it took for me to finally find Ashton, sitting on an abandoned swingset in an abandoned park. It looked creepy as hell. I let myself fall onto the other swingset, but Ashton's eyes stayed fixed on the ground. "Why'd you do it?" I asked and Ashton looked up, clearly knowing exactly what I was talking about. "Niall's a dick." He mumbled and I let out a soft chuckle. "I'll agree with you on that one." Ashton smiled to himself as soon as he heard my words. "But you don't see me punching him." Ashton sighed and I smiled at him even though he couldn't see me since his eyes were fixed on the floor.

"I know, it was stupid." He sighed.

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