Ellis's POV
"So when are you going to tell me why you were running around the corner that day I met you?" Ashton laughed while slipping his fingers into mine. I shifted uncomfortably, not really wanting to tell him. We have been together for almost 3 months now and telling him something so stupid could ruin it.
"You can tell me anything," he murmured, pushing a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. He leaned forward and kissed me softly. A sigh escaped me and breathed deeply.
"Well, don't laugh." I said nervously.
"I-I, I was trying to figure out who murdered Harry Styles..." I trailed off, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Ashton's face twisted with confusion but was soon covered with a smile. I raised my eyebrow at him.
"What?" I asked with a questioning tone I'm my voice.
"Nothing," he giggled and I started to get a little annoyed.
"Ashton if you don't tell me right now why you're giggling, I swear to god I-" Ashton cut me of with a kiss. When he pulled away I opened my mouth to speak but he put his finger on my lips.
"I was just going to ask you if you wanted some help."
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The Murder of Harry Styles
FanfictionIt was the news of the decade. Harry Styles' murder. Every station broadcasted the gruesome details and fans grieved over their idol. Pictures of him flooded the internet and the world was swallowed into a black hole. It's been a year now and everyo...
