My Big Brother

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.


44. Do You Still Love Me?

*Harry's POV*

I went to school to see that not only Niall and Zayn gone but Ashely. She's dead. I'm going to murder her for her birthday.

That is what I was thinking before the teacher called me up with my things. I was in 4th period and she had just gotten inside after the phone rang. I carried my books in front of me lazily.

"Harry, that was your Mum. You need to head to the hospital. Your sister-" I dropped my books and blocked out everything else she said.

Everyone stared at me. I ripped my phone out of my pocket not caring if it was against school policy and exited the classroom, leaving my things on the floor.

"Mum?!" I yelled as soon as I heard the phone click on the other end. "Mum?! Wheres my baby sister?!" I yelled.

"She's sleeping right now." She spoke in a hushed voice.

"What happened?!" I said while banging on a classroom door.

"She had an anxiety attack, Harry. Hurry and come before she wakes up. I'm sure you're the first thing she wants to see when she wakes up." Mum said.

"Alright, bye." I hung up. The classroom door opened. I pushed past the student and looked around. "Louis!"

"Excuse me, Mr.Styles." His math teacher began.

"Louis, hurry. It's Ashely." I said before running out. I heard Lou run out behind me. We ran to the gymnasium and pushed the double doors. Dodging basketballs and boys running away, we grabbed Liam.

"What the-"

"ITS ASHELY!" I yelled in his face. Liam saw the urgency in my face. We all ran outside and into my car.

"Alright, Harold. What happened?!" Louis questioned as he struggled to buckle his seat belt.

"She had an anxiety attack. She's in the hospital." I explained.

"It's that bad?" Liam whispered.

In the past, we would just have to put her to sleep on the couch. If she's in the hospital, then it's very serious. My mind raced at a billion miles an hour.

"HARRY! RED LIGHT!" Louis screamed, causing me to stomp on the breaks.

I impatiently drummed against the steering wheel. "Common. Common. Common." I muttered. As soon as it turned green, I sped off. I'm pretty sure I was breaking 3 laws and putting the others in danger. Not to mention myself since I didn't have have my seat belt on. I took a sharp turn and almost tipped the car causing all three of us to scream. Luckily, we made it there alive.

"Is it over?" Liam whispered. I didn't even know how we got here without dying. "Are we alive? Am I dead and reliving my last dying moments?" Liam had his hands over his eyes.

"Common, guys." I jumped out and sprinted toward the hospital. As soon as we entered, we saw Niall pacing back and fourth. "Niall!" I yelled. "Where is she?!"

"Fourth floor." He gulped and lead us to the elevator.

"Niall, how did this happen? I know you two skipped school together, you always do. So what happened?" I snapped.

"Honestly? I have no fucking idea." He muttered before the elevator opened.

Niall lead us into the room. There was a sobbing as we entered.

"I want Harry!" She cried. "Don't touch me! I only want Harry! I only love Harry!" She screamed. "DON'T TOUCH ME! GET AWAY!"

"Ashely, look! Harry's here!" Mum yelled as I walked in.

She jumped off of her bed and hugged me. I hugged her tightly and carried her to the bed.

"Make them leave." She whispered. "I don't want these people to hurt me, Harry! Make them leave!" She screamed.

"Tiger, they're just trying to help you." I saw tight red marks around her wrists. "Common, stop this nonsense and let them help you. They won't hurt you. I promise."

"I don't want them to touch me!" She held me tighter.

"Ashely, what happened to you?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Don't let them hurt me."

A few hours later, she was knocked out on some medicine they had injected into her. I held her hands and looked at her wrists. What happened? Something must've scared her straight because never has she been like this.

Not since she heard dad wasn't coming back.

She wanted no one but me to touch her. Not Mum or Gemma. No one. She became clingy and every time I wasn't in her sight, she'd cry. It was scary how attached she got to me and that is why I try to protect her from things like a boyfriend.

I'm not selfish because I know more than half of you were thinking that. I do what I do for her mental health. You see, she has this thing where if she gets her too badly emotionally, she'll go into a downwards spiral.

She won't eat. She won't sleep. She isn't social. She's a different person and it's horrible to watch her go through it. Especially when you're her only life line.

She won't eat unless I do or sleep unless I am. If I leave , she panics. It's as if she thinks I'm the only person who won't hurt her even though that is not true. Everyone in this room wouldn't lay a hand on her and yet she only wants me.

Is she mental? No.

But does she need help? Yes.

Gemma gave me a hair tie and told me to put her hair up. Carefully, I put it into a high pony tail and sighed.

"So no one knows what happened?" I asked, my eyes trailing around the room.

"I went home and not even an hour later, I'm told she's in here." Niall explains.

"She ran into the bakery screaming and crying then... It happened." Mum said.

"Um, did anything happen at the mall?" I asked Niall.

"No, we were having an amazing time actually." The Irish boy tried to think. "Wait..." He shut his eyes. "Um... Anne? Can I talk to you outside?"

Mum nodded and they went outside. I looked at the remaining three.

"Give me her phone." I ordered.

~No One's POV~

Niall and Anne walk towards the end of the hallway.

"Niall, honey." Anne begins.

"I think Zayn has done something." He gulped. "At the mall, he was in a sour mood about something stupid and giving her a bad attitude. I think they got into a bad fight."

Anne sighs. "She came in crying and screaming 'I thought he loved me! You don't do this to the people you love!' And things like this."

"You don't think Zayn made those marks... Do you?" Niall muttered.

"He's done it before. But higher up." Anne explained. "That was the day I suggested Zayn go to anger management."

"She told us that Katie made them." Niall gulped. "She lied?"

"She doesn't want to think Zayn is some abusive boyfriend or something. She doesn't want people to look at him differently. She doesn't even want to think that he has a problem." Anne explained quietly. "I told her he needed to get help sooner but they were holding off until January so that he can celebrate holidays then go."

"This isn't Zayn." Niall shakes his head. "No, the Zayn I saw this morning loves Ashely endlessly. Why would he just snap?"

"She did mention his dad being aggressive sometimes. Maybe its the classic case of Monkey See, Monkey Do." Anne takes a deep breath. "But the sad part is, Ashely is just going to run back to him."

"How do you know?" Niall asked.

"She loves him." Was all Anne said before turning on her heel and walking back into the room.

*Harry's POV*

"Gemma, give me her phone!" I snapped.

"No! You know she doesn't like you looking through it!" She argued.

Just then, Mum walked in. "Mum! Tell Gemma to give me Ashely's phone!"

"What are you supposed to do with it anyways?!" Gemma spat angrily.

"I'm going to check it and see if anyone was sending her something suspicious!" I explained.

"I'll check." Mum said then sat down with it in her hands.

I groaned. Ashely began to stir in her sleep. I patted her back and hushed her. Niall walked in the door and carelessly let it slam behind him.

Ashely jumped up. "DON'T HURT ME!" She said before locking herself in a fetal position and shaking. I rubbed her back.

"Sh.. Sh.. You're alright, Ashely. I'm here. I'll protect you. I've got you. Go back to sleep."

"You're going to leave." She whispered.


"You always leave me when I'm asleep!" She sat up and yelled.

Something in her snapped in that moment and I knew it was a good thing to yell "HELP!" Because she tried to lundge toward me. The guys held her down and Gemma helped me off the bed.

Ashely struggled to move. She sobbed for them to let her go.

"Don't." I ordered before opening the door. I came face to face with a lad with black hair and swollen eyes. "Zayn?" I whispered.

*Ashely's POV*

"Zayn?" My brother whispered.

My pupils dialated and I went into a panic. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I twisted and turned for the boys to let me go but they wouldn't. I must've looked like something of The Exorsism because I over heard Niall saying, "Somebody call the priest before she kills us!"

"Harry! Harry, come back! Harry make them let go! I-I can't- Harry, help me!" I begged.

"Doctor!" Harry called into the hallway. "It's an emergency!"

Zayn approached the bed slowly. I finally managed enough strength to make them let me go and curl into a fetal position. I began to breath hard as I remembered what he had done.

"Ashely." He whispered. I looked up sheepishly and met his eyes. "I'm so sorry." He gently said.

I was shaking as I felt his eyes looking down at my lifeless body. "Why?" I whispered.


Before he could Sat anything, I shot up. "You promised me!" I screamed. "You said you were better! You said you were different! YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T HURT ME!" I screamed.

"Ashely, what's going on?" Harry asked.

My eyes directed from Zayn to Harry. Everyone in the room stared at me as they waited for an answer. And I was far from giving one.

"Ms.Styles." A woman said. I looked at the door and saw the same nurse who had been here earlier. "Please, lay down."

"I'd like to be transferred to A wing." I whispered. "I want to go to my old room."

The nurse nodded. "As you wish."

I slowly walked over to her. My bare feet patting against the cold, tiled floor That stung like ice. When I got to the door, they had a wheelchair for me.

"I'd like to walk." I looked into the room. "With him. Only him. The others may come in an hour or so."

"Are you sure, Ashely?" Niall was a bit shocked.

"I don't even want the nurse to follow." I ordered. "If she does, I'll hurt myself." I warned.

The woman nodded and stood back.

"Come, Zayn." I whispered. He gulped and followed me as I walked three whole steps in front of him. People gave me weird looks as I limped through. As soon as we approached a giant double door, I stopped. "Do you know what this is?" I stared straight at the door.

"The A Wing?" Zayn read the sign.

"And?" I urged him to continue.

Through the corner of my eye, I saw him squint at the sign. "The.... Mental part of the hospital?"

I pushed the door open and shut my eyes. The sound of screams and cries were way too familiar. I opened my eyes back up and saw Zayn frozen.

"What are we doing here?" He asked, shocked.

"We're going to my room." I explained before walking in.

The white walls were painted with butterflies, happy faces and the outdoors. Art projects hung on the bullinten board. They had paper airplanes hanging from the ceiling. There was a giant play area and if you go through the room on the right? The cafeteria.

My toes curled as I walked as things came rushing back to me. My hands were in tight fists. I blinked hard then opened the door in front if me that was marked "Reserved".

I went straight to the bed and laid down, pulling the sheets over my shoulder and facing the foam covered wall. The floors were soft as well. It was so I didn't hurt myself.

"Ashely, why are we here?" Zayn whispered.

"Have you ever wondered why people were so nice to me? Why they were extra nice to me? Especially Mr.Parkinson?" I muttered into the stale air.

Zayn said nothing.

"I used to have to come here for months at a time when I was little. My anxiety was so bad that I could have two attacks in one day. I'd yell and scream to the point where they had to put me in here. And since I was a regular, my room is reserved. I can't handle things like other people, Zayn. It takes a lot for me not to break down on a daily basis. The last few months have been a real test and I finally broke down when you hurt me today. After you promised me you wouldn't. It's people like you that drive people like me into places like this. I know it was wrong, what I did, but I was hoping that you'd understand." I lost my train of thought as I felt him rub his hand up and down my arm.

"I was so wrong for doing what I did to you." He said. "And I know the words 'I'm sorry' probably mean shit to you. But I just came to give you your birthday present.. Maybe it will help."

I looked at him over my shoulder.

"You have to stand up." He whispered. I slowly obeyed and got up. He put my arms around his neck and then placed his hands on my waist.

His breath slowly swept across my face. He reached over and shut off the night lamp, the only light now was leaking through the window as the full moon shone brightly.

"Tomorrows our 1 month." He said. "And your birthday. So, I wrote a song. The song I promised I'd write for you. I hope you like it. I call it They Don't Know About Us"

He cleared his voice before beginning.

"People say we shouldn't be together
We're too young to know about forever
But I say the don't know what they're talk- talk-talkin about"

Our bodies swayed slowly as his angelic voice rang through the room.

"'Cause this Love is only getting stronger
So I don't want to wait any longer
I just wanna tell the world that you're mine girl

They don't know about the things we do
They don't know about the "I love you"s
But I bet you if they only knew
They would just be jealous of us,
They don't known about the up all nights
They don’t know I've waited all my life
Just to find a love that feels this right
Baby they don’t know about, they don’t know about us

Just one touch and I was a believer
Every kiss it gets a little sweeter
It’s getting better
Keeps getting better all the time girl

They don’t know about the things we do
They don’t know about the "I love you"’s
But I bet you if they only knew
They would just be jealous of us,
They don’t know about the up all nights
They don’t know I've waited all my life
Just to find a love that feels this right
Baby they don’t know about, they don’t know about us

They don’t know how special you are
They don’t know what you’ve done to my heart
They can say anything they want
'Cause they don’t know us

They don’t know what we do best
It's between me and you, our little secret
But I wanna tell 'em
I wanna tell the world that you're mine girl

They don’t know about the things we do
They don’t know about the "I love you"’s
But I bet you if they only knew
They would just be jealous of us,
They don’t know about the up all nights
They don’t know I've waited all my life
Just to find a love that feels this right
Baby they don’t know about, they don’t know about us

They don’t know about the things we do
They don’t know about the "I love you"’s
But I bet you if they only knew
They would just be jealous of us,
They don’t know about the up all nights
They don’t know I've waited all my life
Just to find a love that feels this right
Baby they don’t know about, they don’t know about us

They don’t know about us
They don’t know about us

He was crying by end, his voice struggling to keep up the notes. I wiped away his tear and smiled for the first time since this afternoon.

"Thank You, Zayn. I love it more than anything." I said.

"But... Do you still love me?" He choked out.



I DO NOT OWN THEY DON'T KNOW ABOUT US! yup... I wish i did though ;)

sorry for not updating I needed an absorb it all day

sooo here's the dealio of what happened:

1. My kittie died :(

2. My parents are getting divorced

3. I start chemo soon

Sooo I am hoping to get this story COMPLETELY FINISHED before I start chemo. Thats the goal! :)


~Luv KittyKat<3

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