Alright, Ash. I guess threatening you wasn't enough. I'll just have to go after your boy toy instead. Fine with me. Watch your back, Ashton. Watch his, too.
"Where'd you get that necklace that you always wear?" Harry asked, interrupting me in the middle of my sentence and throwing me off.
I paused for a moment. "What?"
"That necklace you wear every day. Where'd you get it?" he repeated, looking at me intently. It had been a little over a week since that radio interview and Jackson's text, but so far I hadn't seen him since that morning in New York. I had hired extra security for Harry and was constantly keeping an eye out, but so far, nothing. To be honest, his non-appearance worried me more than if he had shown up.
Jackson's plan actually sort of back-fired on him. I had been spending more time with Harry lately because I wanted to make sure he was alright instead of staying away. Talk about irony.
"Oh, um, nowhere. Anyway, so today you've got an interview--" I started, but Harry interrupted me again.
"Did someone buy it for you?"
"Is it really that important?" I asked, my hand instinctively going up to touch the locket dangling around my neck. The bruises had pretty much gone away, only a slight purple-ish coloring left behind, so I didn't need to wear scarves anymore.
Harry smirked, showing off his dimples that I was most definitely not thinking about. "That's a trick question. If I say no, then you have to tell me anyway 'cuz if it's not important, why not tell me? But if I say yes, then you still have to tell me 'cuz if you don't, that means you don't trust me and that's just not okay. So, you're in a pickle!"
I shook my head and ignored him. "You've got an interview at three--"
He interrupted me again. "Was it your boyfriend? Oh wait, you're too cynical to have one."
"Well, aren't you just a charmer?"
"Was it your mom? Or maybe your dad? Cousin? Sibling?" he fired off question after question, walking slightly behind me as we made our way through a studio where he had just finished a photo shoot.
"Drop it, Harry," I warned. I had stopped calling him Mr. Styles since we had talked before that radio interview. I knew that he had noticed, but he hadn't said anything because I think he was afraid that I would go back to calling him that if he brought it up.
"Past boyfriend? Your friend from the VMA's? Niall? Did you just buy it for yourself to make it look like someone bought it for you? Dead grandparents? Alive grandparents?"
"It was my best friend at the time, okay? Jesus," I finally admitted. Harry stopped for a second, looking slightly surprised that I had actually told him something. I took this as an opportunity to direct his attention away from the necklace. "So, your interview is at three and you've gotta get there an hour--"
"Best friend at the time? What happened? Are you not friends anymore?" Harry asked, blatantly ignoring my attempts to tell him his plan for the day. I sighed.
"Seriously, Harry, stop. I don't want to talk about it."
Apparently, he had no regards for privacy. "Was it a falling out? Was it bad? Was it over a boy? Did it get physical? Did you wrestle? Shirtless?"
"God, you're such a boy."
"Did you win? If you aren't friends anymore, why do you still wear the necklace? Does she have a matching one? Did you guys just stop talking? Grow apart?"
I stopped walking abruptly and turned around to face Harry, who was startled that I had stopped. "Okay, Harry, I'm gonna tell you one more time. Shut up, okay? Stop asking me. I don't want to talk about it."
Harry stared at me for a second, silent. I sighed, thankful that he had finally stopped persisting me. I turned back around slowly and started walking again.
"So, they need you there an hour early--"
"Come on, Ash, just tell meeeee," he whined. "Why aren't you friends anymore? Did you leave her for California? Did she marry a guy you didn't like? Did she replace you with someone else? Did you replace her with someone else? Was she an alcoholic? Did she--"
"God, she hung herself two and a half years ago! Any more questions?" I finally blurted out, whipping around. His arrogant smirk suddenly fell and I saw his green eyes widen. His mouth dropped slightly open as he grappled for something to say. A wounded expression softened his face. I sorta glared at him, though I don't know why. He was just curious and I knew it wasn't his fault, but still. He could be so annoying. "No?" I challenged. This was the first time I had ever seen him speechless. "Good, now about that interview," I continued to fill him, turning back around and walking towards the door, . I didn't look over my shoulder, but I could hear his heavy footsteps following behind me after a moment. He didn't interrupt me again.
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Chapter 16
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