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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10. Confessions. Good? Or bad?

Mum came home and congratulated us on keeping the house clean. If only she knew. Harry playfully punched me and I giggled and smiled. Someone knocked at the door, so I opened it.

"You ready?" Zayn asked.

I looked into the house. "MUM I'M GOING TO WORK ON MY PROJECT!!!" I screamed.

"MAKE SURE TO TAKE YOUR PHONE!" Harry screamed back.

"ALRIGHT MUM." I retorted and grabbed it.

Zayn and I left and was in awkward silence while we walked. 

"So...uh... You weren't at school." Zayn observed.

"I'm not coming back until next week when Harry can come." I explained.

He nodded.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

Zayn looked ahead then at the ground. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out and checked the message.

"Are you okay!?!?" Harry asked. 

"Yes Harry. -__-" I replied.

"Just checking. By! Love you!" He said.

"Love you too!" I put my phone back into my pocket.

I glance up to see where we were.

"The park?" I asked.

Zayn nodded and continued walking. I followed him and we sat down at an old oak tree's roots. I hesitated for a second.

"Well?" Zayn asked.

I sat down. He took out a book. His drawing book. I looked through the pages. They all revolved around depressing things. The one that got me right in the gut was one that had a small child in it. He was sitting in the corner of an old worn out house. Bubbles surrounded him spewing mean things. Some had frowny faces. The face of the boy was unbearable. He looked like he had experienced too much for his age. I stared at it.

"I'm Zayn Malik and not who I seem to be." He whispered.

He told me everything. He was teased at school because they thought he was different. He felt it too. He often got in fights and the principal just kept him in his office all day, so he could avoid it. Zayn told me that his parents argued because his Mum wanted him to move and start over, but his Dad wanted him to stay. He says his dad is in Bradford with his sisters right now. Zayn explained how he lets almost no emotion out and will eventually just explode. He lashes out at anyone there and he doesn't care if you even mean the would to him. If you stand in his way, he will take you out.

"I don't want you to be the person who gets hurt." He whispered.

I hugged him. "I never knew that was why you were quiet."

"I could say so much but I choose not to because I don't want to get in anymore fights." He said. "I wanted a clean slate with no one to judge me."

"Then what makes me so different?" I asked.

"You're not normal." He explained. "I want you to know this because I feel like you could help me change for the better."

I smiled slightly. "Well, if I must say so myself, you chose the right person to help you!" 

Zayn hugged me tighter. 

"Can I trust you?" 

I nodded and said "With your life."

He buried his head into my shoulder "My mum doesn't understand when I say I'm bullied. They think kids are just playing. But they're not."

"I promise, you won't get picked on here. As long as you have me, you will be treated nice." I said.

"Pinky swear?" He asked and held out his pinky.

"Pinky swear." I repeated and shook his pinky. He gave me a sheepish smile.

"You are a great friend." He said.

"Thanks." I replied.

Zayn just looked from one eye to the other. He put his hand on my cheek and I held his wrist. He smiled.

"Please don't get mad." He begged and started to lean in.

~AUTHOR'S NOTE!!!~

So I don't know about you guys but uh...CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!!!!!! I thought it needed one :) Anyways I'm really proud of this story so far if I could uh toot my own horn here :)PLEASE LEAVE ME A REVIEW/FAVORITE/ LIKE it means the world to me to see those!!! OMG WE MADE IT TO 10 CHAPTERS!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! SO EXCITING!!! SO uh... I have a big math/LA/Science test tomorrow and my mom was being mean and was like YOUR 13 YOU HAVE TO STUDY FOR YOUR TESTS!!!! Sooo I guess thats my que to go!

Thanks!

~Luv KittyKat <3

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