My Big Brother

***ONE DIRECTION FANFICTION- THEY ARE NOT FAMOUS IN THIS STORY***
Ashely Styles is 11 months younger than Harry. She loves her brother to death. They're best friends. Everyone knows who they are. Especially Ashely's name. She's every boy's dream girl. Funny, wild, crazy. And good looking. She charms her way out of trouble. Harry thinks no one is good enough for his sister. He scares off every guy she goes on a date with. He loves her to death. Ashely's his best friend aside from his three other mates (Niall, Louis and Liam). But not even they are allowed to look at her for too long let alone ask her to prom without approval.

"Leave me alone!" I yelled at him.

"Why are you acting like this?!" He followed me up to my room.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I hung up my phone.

"I CAN'T BELIEIEVE YOU!" I pushed him out of my room.

"Ashely! What did I do!?" He begged for an explination.

"Never talk to me again! You're not my brother!" I screamed.

He made him leave. He did this.

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55. Big Brother

HEY GUYS!!! IM SOBBING RIGHT NOW. THIS. IS. THE. LAST. CHPTER. :O :( IM LITERALLY CRYING.

THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO HAS SUPPORTED ME THROUGH THIS, AND I HOPE YOU CONTINUE TO DO SO THROUGH OTHER STORIES.

ENJOY :)

 

*Ashely's POV*

The day came and went. The Pep Rally was fun despite the fact that I felt like I was going to fall every time they threw me into the air. But now I was home. Just woke up from a two hour nap.

I looked at the time. 5:30. Winter formal doesn't start until 7:45. I have time. So, up I stood to take another shower. I don't know why I liked showering so much.

Anyways, that was a bit off topic. But I had to wash my hair and stuff like that. When I finished, I stepped out and dried myself up. Jumping into a robe, I began to blow dry my hair.

"Ashely!" Someone knocked on the bathroom door. I opened it to see Gemma, a wide grin on her face. "Oh good, you're up. Do you need help getting ready?"

"You can do my make up." You just don't deny the help of Gemma Styles when it comes to getting ready for prom. That's like denying Niall food. It just does not happen.

When I finished my hair, I followed Gemma to her room. She sat me down in front of her make up table and squealed. I laughed and pulled put my phone so we can listen to music.

We belted put the Backstreet Boys, Justin Timberlake and The Beatles for a pretty long time. It was a nice sister moment.

Gemma soon stepped back. I looked in the mirror and smiled at the natural looking make up. She didn't do anything to my eyes since they were going to be covered by a mask. "Thanks Gem." I stood up and hugged her.

"Don't mention it." She laughed and pulled away. "Aw, look at you Ash. You're not a baby anymore. You're so grown up. I still remember when we used to eat ice cream and you'd always spill on your lap."

"Um... That happened just yesterday." I pursed my lips and nodded. We couldn't help but laugh.

"Common, let's go get that dress on you." She wrapped an arm around me. I nodded and followed her to my closet.

She gave me some privacy as I changed. Carefully, I maneuvered the dress over me without ruining my make up or hair. I opened the door and saw Mum and Gemma both there. They looked at me and the sane reaction I had gotten just the other day, happened now.

"Oh. My. Gosh." They say in unison. Mum is welling up in tears but Gemma has already lost it. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?

"Guys..." I groan, not wanting to hear them cry and all that. "It's just Winter Formal."

"Smile!" Mum grinned as she held up her phone. I slipped on my mask and posed. Mum squealed. "I'm going to send this to Aunt Jen, Uncle George, my sister, my Mum-"

"My Mum is insane." I rolled my eyes. She gave me a warning look. "I love you?"

"That's what I thought." She smirked then snapped the picture.

I walked past them and to my bed. Reaching under, I pulled out a box. Inside, a pair of white heels. My Aunt gave them to me for my birthday. I slipped them on my feet then stood up.

"Where's Harry? Is he ready?"

"Yes, I am." He came in and smiled. He wore a nice black tuxedo, with a white undershirt, black tie, and a black mask that covered his eyes. "You look beautiful, Ash."

"Thanks Haz!" I went over and knocked my hip into his. "I'd give you a ten." Harry laughed.

"Common, you two. Let's go downstairs and take a couple of pictures." Mum ushered us down the steps.

It was like a playful photo shoot. We took enough pictures to please my Mum which included one where I got to point one of our knives at him.

If I wasn't so excited right now, I would've stabbed him. But, Oh well.

I don't know where the sudden burst of happiness came from. Maybe it was just because I loved going to dances. Or maybe because I was rocking this dress. Or maybe it was because for the first time in almost a week, I could feel My heart beating.

Harry and I soon left. We didn't really talk because there was nothing to talk about. So instead, we listened to his old Kings of Leon CD as he drove.

When we arrived, You could see everyone was here. Harry and I looked in our mirrors once more then at each other. We clicked our tongues twice then pointed towards each other. "Looking good." We winked.

That only sent us into hysterics. It was an old tradition of ours we would do when we were little before we headed to Primary School. We haven't done it in ages and now we're realizing how ridiculous we are.

After our  laughing fit, we went into the gym. Everyone was dressed in many wonderful suits and dresses. Voting is going to hard since I don't know who is who.

At every dance, we would always vote on best dress, best suit but most importantly Prom King and Prom Queen. I never really wanted to be the Queen and I usually ended up as first runner up. No big deal.

"My, my, my. Looks like Baby Styles wanted to prove she's not a baby anymore by using her style." I spun around and was met with a boy who had a mask on that only covered half of his face. I laughed.

"Hey Lou." I hugged him. "How did you know it was me?" I question as we pull away.

"Your Mum sent me a picture of you." He held up his phone.

"I'm more concerned as to why you have my mother's phone number."

"She's hot. What can I say?" He chuckled. I rolled my eyes. "Common, let's go."

He started to lead me towards the crowd. "Who are they staring at?" I whispered.

"You."

"Me! No! Why-"

"She looks like a real princess." That one person caused me to stop talking. Did I look like a princess. I looked towards the direction of the voice and saw Liam.

"She is one." That had to be Niall next to him.

"They're right." Louis whispered in my ear. I smiled and looked at the ground.

As the night progressed, I couldn't help but feel my heart doing flips. I don't know why, though. I was just so happy and excited.

I danced and danced with the guys and we played a couple of rounds of "Guess who's behind this mask". The night was going to great.

People were constantly complementing me, everyone was having fun with the upbeat music. It was just an amazing time.

Then the music cut and everyone started booing. "Hey, there. I have a reason." I looked up and saw Harry on the stage.

I was a bit confused but still listened up. "How is everyone enjoying the night?" We a screamed in return causing Harry to laugh. "Well, guys. It's about to get better. We're about to crown our Winter Formal Royal Family." He said.

"BOO!" Louis hollard.

"Shut up, Lou!" Harry snapped before going back to the envelope in his hand. "Now, our Princess and Prince of the night."

Anticipation filled the room. Usually Prince and Princess was Niall and I so that's what I was expecting. But boy I was wrong. "James Matthew and Britanny Garcia!"

What?! They always get king and queen. I mean, they were the "it" couple! The hottest one in the school!

Britanny didn't even look sad as a boy, who I couldn't really make out, placed a small tiara on her head. She actually was grinning as if she were Queen. And James still had that award winning smile on his face.

"And now, our Queen." Harry smiled slyly. Everyone was on their toes. Or at least I was. Who could've beaten Britanny? Harry opens the envelope painfully slow. He grins. "Wow. Getting 100% of the student body's voters, out prom queen of the night is..... ASHELY STYLES. And I swear, I didn't rig this."

I go up to the stage and stand beside Harry. I give him a confused look. "Are you ready to meet your king?"

My mind couldn't even compute correctly. What was he saying?

"I knew you were a Queen from the start." That wasn't Harry. Slowly, I turn around and see the boy who had given Britanny her crown. He approached me slowly.

I shook my head as tears began to make their way down my face. The boy gently placed the crown on my head then stared at me.

Slowly, my hands made their way to his mask. I pulled it down, my fingers shaking as I did. Soon, it was off of his head and I was stunned once more. "Nice to know you wore white." Zayn smiled.

I jumped into his arms and sobbed tears of utter joy. His scent hit me instantly, filling my nostrils. He picked me up and spun me around.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, our King! My sister's BOYFRIEND! Zayn Malik!" Harry yelled into the microphone. Everyone cheered louder than ever.

Zayn put me down and looked at me. "Zayn, anything you would like to say?" Harry questioned.

He nodded. "World.... This is my girl." He whispers before giving me a kiss.

The same kiss I had been craving and thinking nonstop about. The cheers of the crowd seemed to get louder and suddenly there we're four pairs of arms wrapped around us.

"ZASHELY FOR LIFE!" Louis screamed. Zayn and I couldn't help but laugh.

Eventually, we pulled apart. Harry had given us a sash that said "Winter Formal Queen" and "Winter Formal King" on them. After Zayn received his crown, we made our ways to the middle of the dance floor and began to dance to the slow song.

"You have some explaining to do." I said.

"I guess I do." He laughed. He went on to tell me how Harry had arranged all of this. Every student was in on it. He had went to Bradford with Robyn and used the business trip as a cover up. They then convinced his father to let him come back and after hours and hours of pleading, He gave in. They then packed up all of Zayn's clothing, filled him in on what was supposed to happen tonight and he spent the night at Niall's. "So now, here I am. Dancing with the most beautiful girl in the world."

"You got to dance with Selena Gomez?" I gasped.

"She pretty hot." He shrugged. "But I said the most beautiful girl in the world. And the only person that could be is you, Ashely Styles."

"I love you, Zayn." I leaned in close.

"I love you, Ashely." He closes the gap between us. The world couldn't be better than it is right now. I could feel his chest pounding against mine as he held me closer. We pulled away.

He was smiling and telling me over and over again that he loves me and he'll never let me go. He sang the song he had wrote for me and pecked my lips every now and then.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry nodding and smiling. I hugged Zayn tightly and mouthed a "Thanks Haz" who just winked at me.

As I pulled away, I couldn't help but grin. "How long are you going to stay?" I asked Zayn.

"Forever." He whispered and kissed me one last time. This time, I felt reassured and I knew he meant it.

Doesn't this sound familiar? Hey, maybe I'm some type of psychic.

At 11:30, everyone was to leave unless they wanted to have in school suspension when they came back.

Zayn picked me up bridal style causing me to almost fall out of his arms. He laughed as he ran throw the crowd. "What are you-" Before I could finish, I was buried in a foot of snow. "ZAYN!"

"We never got to play in the snow." He whines from above me.

"Yeah, well... I'm about to get frost bite." I scolded.

He laughed and picked me back up. "Whoops, looks like you're going to have to cuddle with me in the back of the car!" He shrugged.

I pushed him. "You're a sorry excuse for a boyfriend!" He looked a bit hurt until I hugged him. "But at least your my boyfriend."

We hurried to the car and got in. I ended up having to sit on Zayn's lap since the others were riding with us.

"Ashely.." Harry said as I leaned against Zayn, my eyes getting heavy. "He's worth it. Right?"

I smiled. "Of course he is." Zayn held me tighter. "Thanks, Harry. And that whole 'you're dead to me' thing.. Yeah, I didn't mean That even though I said I did. I never Did. I can't hate you. You're my big brother. What would I do without you?" I could see Harry just grinning from the front seat.

"Welcome to the family, Zayn." Harry laughed.

"Thanks, Harry." Zayn whispered.

So here I am. In a crowded car, my back burning as it defrosted and a boy who wouldn't stop singing Justin Bieber at the top of his lungs (Bless Niall and his fan boy moments). And I wouldn't have it any other way.

I have my three best friends, Liam, Niall and Louis who are there for me no matter what. I had the goofiest boyfriend who could not stop laughing at me because I flinched every time he poked my back.

Then I had my big brother. The typical big brother who never wanted his baby sister to grow up but had to accept it. And he did it for my sake.

To be honest, I wouldn't have had this situation go any differently.

Ladies, I want you to know something. When you want something, you better whine your ass off.

No, I'm joking.

I guess the moral of this 55 chapter story is that you should always take risks if it means to find love. Because in the end, they could definitely pay off.

"Happy month and a week." Zayn whispered and kissed my forehead.

"This is just the beginning, Zayn. I promise." And I give you the same promise.

This will not be the last you hear of Zashely. You will see us, my best friends and most importantly

My Big Brother soon.

 

**AUTHOR'S NOTE**

Hiya!

GUYS IM SOBBING. I AM SOBBING. RIGHT NOW. SOBBING. I CAN REALLY SEE MY WRITING HAS PROGRESSED SINCE THE 1ST CHAPTER AND YOU ALL WERE HERE TO SEE IT WITH ME.

I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU SOO SOO MUCH. SO MUCH.

IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE TOO. WHENEVER I TRIED TO UPDATE I WOULD BE CRYING TO HARD I COULDN'T THINK OR SEE MY COMPUTER SCREEN, OR I WAS JUST WRITING. PLUS WE HAD LIKE 500000 SNOW/ICE STORMS SO I HAD 6 SNOW DAYS!!! WHOOP WHOOP SLEDDING.

 

GUYS I LOVE YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH LIKE I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU AND I LOVE YOU.

A LOT.

OK IM GONNA GO IM RAMBLING.

~Luv KittyKat<3

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