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.


50. Goodbye.

*Ashely's POV*

"Alright, Ashely. You have a nice day." The lady at reception smiled towards me as Mum shoved the rest of my discharge papers into her purse.

It was morning now. "Common, babe." Louis smiled. He had spent the night with me again and lost plenty of sleep. I kept waking him because I had nightmares of Zayn or Harry. "Let's get to that party!" Louis wraps his arm around my shoulder as we walk out of the hospital.

I can see the dark bag under his eyes but he turns away and as his eyes tear, I can tell he is stifling a yawn. "I'm sorry I kept you up." My head was hung low.

"Babe, your tiara!" Louis says in a sing song voice before squishing my cheeks together and making me look at him. "Come on, it's the day of your party. At least try to be happy."

"How can I be happy when my brother beat up my boyfriend yesterday?" I muttered as he let go of my face. We had just approached the car. Louis opened the passenger's door then gestures me in.

"Try." He repeats then shuts the door. Lou climbs into the backseat and leans against the window. His eyes slowly closing.

Mum is still outside of the car on the phone. Her mouth drops and she looks straight at me. She was obviously not expecting me to be looking at her but when our eyes met, she immediately looked away. I wondered who she was talking to and why she had looked at me that way.

A few moments later, she gets into the car. "Who was that?" I immediately ask. Mum buckles her seat belt then starts the car. She backs out then stares straight at the road. "Mum."

"It was nobody, Honey. Just relax. Take a nap, why don't you?" She suggests softly as we hear Louis snoring lightly in the back seat.

I sigh and lean against the window. My eyes shut as the cool glass is met with my warm temple. Soon enough, I drift into an endless sleep.

What feels like five minutes was actually forty five as I'm slowly shaken awake. My eyes flutter open and I look out the window to see our house. "Wake up you two." Mum says.

Louis stretches and yawns. "Here already?" He uses his morning voice as he rubs his eyes. "That was quick."

Mum chuckle. "Common, you two. Louis, Harry can take you home if you need. But I think you have some clothes in his room." She explains as we get out.

"Alright." Louis smiles as we head inside.

"Welcome home!" Mum's fiancé, Robyn, greets me. Him and Mum are to be married in a couple of months. We're going to move in with him. I've been to his house. It's very nice but it's on the other side of Cheshire. But he did promise that since we are moving so far away, that Harry and I can live in the bongolo which is separated from his actual house.

"Hey Robyn!" I smile and give him a hug. I honestly adore Robyn to the fullest. He not only treats Mum right but us kids as well. "Nice to see you."

"Nice to see you as well." He pinches my cheeks. "For a 15 year old, you still have a cute little baby face!" He chuckles before letting go of me.

I roll my eyes and walk towards the kitchen. In there, Harry is sitting with Liam. The tension in the room was think as well as the awkward feel. I just wanted to take out a knife and see how many pieces I could cut it up to.

"Morning, Ash." Harry stands up in front of me. I say nothing in reply. "I'm sorry for everything." He wraps his arms around me though I know Liam had put him up to this. I hug him back anyways but pull away first. "Forgive me?" He asks as I walk to the counter.

"I guess." I shrug then plug my dead phone into the wall. Harry gives me a hug from behind then kisses my cheek.

"Love you, sis." He rested his head on my shoulder. I turn on my phone and see there's a missed call from "Lover Boy" that was received yesterday night.

Instantly, I listen to the voicemail. But now, I wish I hadn't. I wish I never opened it. My heart shattered as He spoke in a strained voice as if he were holding back tears.

"Hey Ashely." He let's out a sigh. "I don't know how to put this so I'm just going to tell you. When I came to Cheshire, I had a deal with my dad. As long as I have good grades and stay out of trouble, I'm allowed to stay. But if I slip up on either, I go back." No. Shut up, Zayn.

He sniffles. "I thought I could hide in my room for a couple of days but I guess my luck has run out." Zayn, don't say these things.

"They're here. Downstairs to be exact. And they saw my face. And now..." He takes in a quivering breath. "I'm so sorry, Ashely." He whispers.

I can feel my body shaking. Harry pulls away and gives me a weird look.

"I'm going back tomorrow." That's when I could hear the sound of my heart breaking. The loud crunching in my ear and as the pieces fell, they created a pit in my stomach. "I guess this is goodbye. You are.... You were a great girlfriend. And I won't forget you, ever. I love you, forever. Thanks for everything." Just as his voice cracks the line goes dead.

I can't breathe. There is a pounding in my ears but it can't be from my heart because that does not exists anymore. "Ashely?"

"Leave me alone!" I yell at him. I begin to run away before tears can leave my eyes.

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

I can still hear my phone. "If you would like to repeat this message, please press one. If you would like to delete this message, please press two."

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

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" I push him out of my room. My body burned with anger as I screamed at him to leave.

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

"Never talk to me again! You're not my brother!" I screamed then used all of my body strength to slam the door as loudly and as forcefully as I could.

He made him leave. He did this.

I couldn't control myself. I crumpled into a ball and sobbed as loudly as I could. My life is over.

You probably think I'm being over dramatic right now. I mean, Common. There are more fish in the sea!

No, shut the fuck up.

You don't understand. You don't get how strongly I felt for him. So what if I'm 15? People fall in love when their still in primary school and spend the rest of their lives with that person.

But now, I can't do that. Zayn is heading back to Bradford.

He was the best thing I had to live for. Zayn was everything to me.

Why doesn't Harry want me to be happy with him? I just don't understand.

"Leave me alone!" I screeched as someone knocked on the door. Leave me here to die alone.

*Harry's POV*

"Ashely, open the door and talk to me. Please. I'm your big brother." I begged.

"Are you proud of yourself?" A voice said. I turned around and saw Mum. Her lips pursed and arms crossed. "Is this what you wanted to accomplish because if so," she began to clap, "Bravo!"

"Mum." My voice trailed off.

"I don't want to hear it. Did you know his Mum called me this morning? She cutting Zayn off from Ashely because she thinks she'll be in danger. Zayn had to break up with her over the phone. He's on his way to Bradford as we speak." Mum explained.

"This is the exact reason why she shouldn't have a boyfriend! He hurt her!" I shouted.

"HE DIDN'T HURT HER!" Mum was fuming. "You hurt her." She took a step closer to me. "Are you proud of yourself, Harry? Because I'm disappointed in you."

Oh no, not this card.

"Didn't you notice how bright your sister was the night she had brought Zayn home for that art project? Or how she felt safe with him the night Hayden almost raped her? Did you not notice how care free and happy she was? How she was that girl that we haven't seen since before the divorce?" Mum was getting in my face. "Did you not realize that for the little time she was dating him, she barley had any signs of anxiety?"

I looked everywhere but at Mum.

"You should be ashamed of yourself. Taking away the one thing that girl loved. I won't be surprised if not even giving her the world will help her forgive you." Mum said before taking a step back.

"Well, what do you want me to do?!" I groaned.

"You see, Harry. This is YOUR problem. You made it, you fix it. Now go downstairs." Mum ordered.

So down the steps I went. But not before I heard Mum knock on the door and Ashely opening it. A loud cry left her mouth and the door shut once again.

I plopped down on the couch.

"So, you feel like a douche bag yet?" Louis raised an eyebrow towards me.

I looked at him and glared. But in my head, I was screaming the answer to his question.


*Ashely's POV*

"What do you mean I can never talk to him again?!" I screamed at Mum.

"That was his Mum on the phone earlier. She says that she's changing Zayn's number and taking him home. She says it's for your and his own good." Mum rocked me as I sobbed into her stomach. "It's not fair, I know."

"Mum, I LOVE HIM!" I screamed. "Why is she doing this?! She knows I need him and he needs me!"

"Babe, it's for both of your safety. I tried to talk her out of it but she refused to change her mind. Doesn't Zayn have your number memorized?"

"He doesn't even have his own number memorized." I groaned. "I hate Harry."

"Don't say that." Mum said.

I pulled away. "No! I hate him! I hate his guts! He can die in a hole!"

"Babe, you don't mean that." She tried to grab me.

I stood up. "Yes, I do! He's horrible! He took away the one thing worth living for, Mum! He didn't even care how I felt!" Mum eased me back onto my bed and rested my head in her lap as she caressed my forehead. "Mum, I love Zayn. I love him so much. My chest hurts. It hurts to breath. There's an empty void."

"Welcome to your first, official heart break." Mum frowned. "Now you know how I felt."

"But the difference is, I didn't have to go through this. I could've been having the time of my life right now. But Harry had to mess things up. He took the best thing that ever happened to me away." I stared at the ceiling. "Take me back to the hospital."


"Because I'll be dead by tonight." I whispered.

*Zayn's POV*

"Welcome back!" Dad said As he opened my room.

I laid right on my bed and covered myself with the scratchy sheets. I wasn't crying anymore. I was angry with the world. Not even the foot of snow outside could make me feel better. And Let me tell you, winter is my favorite season.

But now, I am back in this hell hole. The same one that was full of peers who hated me, a school in which I was behind at, and a house of people who didn't understand me.

"Zayn, let's not play the pouting game." Dad whispered. If only he knew I was murdering him in my brain because he brought me back here.

The only reason why we had that stupid agreement is because he was trying to prove a point. That where ever I went, things were not going to change and I just needed to deal with it.

Fuck him.

"Why don't you take your sisters outside?" He suggested while opening the blinds.

I hissed at the light then covered my face that was still aching. "I'd rather die."

"You're over reacting. There are other girls. What about that Stephanie girl down the street? I bet she misses you." Dad says.

Stephanie Adams, the only other girl who understood me. We would always meet up after school. But that was it. I stopped talking to her because she never wanted to talk to me during school. She acted as if we were complete strangers and that is what pissed me off.

"Go visit her." Dad ordered. Not suggested, no. It was a direct order.

I groaned and sat up, pulling my sweater over my shoulders and putting on my shoes.

Not the ones Ashely gave me. I couldn't even take them out of the box. I was too guilty.

I went outside and down the street. The snow crunched under my feet. Though I didn't like what Steph did to me, she was there when I needed someone to talk to. And right now? I was in desperate need of it.







SOoo bout that midnight memories album (wink wink nudge nudge) 

Who loved it as much as i did!?!?!?

Thank you soo much you guys! (I feel like im accepting an award at the Grammy's or something hehe)

~Luv KittyKat<3

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