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.


27. Keep An Eye On Him

She sat criss cross in front of me as I held her in my arms. My stomach was pressed against her arched back as I put my head on her shoulder which made her lean forward a bit due to all of the weight.   "You're so warm." I muffled into her neck.   She giggled. "No, you're warmer."   "You calling me hot?" I smirked.   Ashely moved her head to look at me. I had a goofy smile on my face. She gave me a kiss on the nose.   "Sure. Why not?" She giggled.   I layed on my back while holding her still. She started to laugh.   "Zayn!" She whined.   I tickled her sides. She dug her elbows into my sides to try to get me to stop. Instead, I flipped us around so she was laying on her back on the bed and I was on top of her. I tickled her more and watched as she giggled uncontrolably. She was cute when she laughed. I stopped then leaned down to kiss her passionatly. She pulled away.   "Wait." She told be then began to breath deeply. "I have to breath, you know."   "Oh, I'm sorry." I chuckled.   After a few seconds she nodded. I leaned down and kissed her passionatly.   When you kiss Ashely Styles, let me tell you what you'd expect.   Symptoms: Butterlies, weak knees, hazy mind, heart rate will increase, heart will flutter, sparks, and fireworks.   She is not responsible if you pass out from so much perfection.   I pulled away and hugged her tightly.   "I should go." She muttered into my shirt.   "Stay." I begged.   "Zayn." She whispered but snuggled closer.   She obviously didn't want to leave yet. It was only 4:30.   "I'll walk you home." I decided.   I didn't want her to get yelled at by Harry. We both stood up. Ashely straightened her shirt a bit then looked at me.   "When do you want this stuff back?" She asked.   "Keep it." I smiled.   She came over and grabbed my hand. We began downt he stairs.   "Mum, I'm taking Ashely home!" I shouted into the house even though I didn't want her to know where I was going.   "Alright, Zayn. I'll see you in a bit." She replied.   It's not that I didn't love my mother, I did. I mean, she birthed me. But... It's just... They are probably the reason why I developed a bad attitude. It's a long story. But let me tell you this, if I get mad, I do not want Ashely around. I do hold back a lot. Especially today with Chris.   "What are you thinking about?" Ashely's honey sweet voice said.   She calms me. Ashely is like a relaxation medicine. Does that even exsist? If it doesn't, I'm going to make one and name it 'Ashely in a Can'. In it will be everything that is sweet in the world.   "Zayn?" She whispered.   "Oh.. I'm sorry." I looked down.   "What are you thiking about?" She asked.   "Nothing. Just you." Because I honestly was. Wasn't I?   "Why are you thinking about me?" She raised an eyebrow.   "Why wouldn't I think about you?" I protested.   Ashely giggled and hugged my side. "How did I get a guy like you?"   "How did I get a girl like you?" I replied.   She blushed. I loved those small red circles. I was about to kiss her when-   "Ashely!" Someone called before I could even lean down.   We turned to the sound and saw the blonde locks jogging towards us.   "Ashely!" He yelled away.   Niall came up to us and grabbed me.   "I'm stealing your boyfriend!" He gasped almost out of breath and began to run again while grabbing my arm.   "Where are you taking him!?" Ashely groaned and grabbed my other arm.   "Zayn, we have a game with Harry and the others. Do you not remember?!" Niall asked.   "Shoot." I muttered under my breath. "I'm sorry, Ashely."   "But. But." She stomped her foot. "You're leaving me for my brother?!" She fake pouted.   Ashely turned her back to Niall and I then cross her arms.   "Hey, I'll hang out with you after school tomorrow." I offered.   "For how long?" She looked over her shoulder.   "As long as you can." I whispered.   "Bye, Zayn. Have a nice game." She turned back around with a grin.   We hugged then I kissed her.   "Zayn, come on." Niall said.   We pulled away.   "Bye, beautiful." I winked.   "Bye Zayn. Bye Niall! Good luck!" She skipped away.   Niall and I began to run towards the field.   "You guys are so cute!" He cooed.   "Shut up." I rolled my eyes and excelled infront of him.   We finally got to the field. He and I fell into the grass and began to cough while catching our breath.   "What happened? Did you two run a marathon?!" Louis asked.   "I'm pretty sure we just ran five." Niall coughed.   "We ran from my house all the way here." I explained.   "YOUR HOUSE IS THREE BLOCKS AWAY!" Liam shouted.   "Hey. You try to run that far when you're out of shape." Niall protested.   Then handed us some bottles of water and we chugged it down then sat for a bit to catch our breath. When we finally did, we stood up and began to play.   "This'll whip you two into shape!" Louis began to run with the ball.   Harry and I were actually getting along so well that we were on the same team. We also had Liam. Niall and Louis were their own team. We didn't mind that our teams were uneven.   After hours of trash talk and getting kicked in various places, someone came shouting.   "Let's go Harry! Let's go!" The girl giggled.   "Ashely!" Louis ran over.   He threw her over his shoulders and began to run to us.   "Louis! You're disgusting! You're all sweaty! EW!" She kicked her feet.   "You haven't showered yet!" Harry teased.   "Actually, yes I did." She rolled her eyes as Louis put her down.   She was wearing black nike shorts with a white tank top and a black hollister jacket. Also black converse.   "What are you doing here?" Harry asked.   "What? A sister can't come and cheer her brother on? Fine, I'll go home." She turned away.   "Pooh." Harry rolled her eyes.   "She can be on our team!" Louis grinned.   "No way. My sister! We'll give you Liam." Harry narrowed his eyes.   Liam gasped. "I am offended!"   "Don't worry Liam, if I were team captain, I'd pick you first!" She winked.   He chuckled. "Of course you would. You guys have fun with Sir Trips-a-lot."    "For your information, it's MISS! And now that you've said that, I'd pick Zayn first." She crossed her arms.   "Of course you would." Louis rolled his eyes.   She scoffed. "Don't talk to me, Tommo."   "So are we going to play or what?" Niall asked.   Harry whispered something in her ear. She nodded.   "Okay, let's play!" She jumped up.   I gave them a weird look.   "Follow our lead." She whispered as the others walked away.   Harry didn't pass the ball to her. Instead, he and I went back and fourth for a while. Ashely looked lost. I was still unsure of the plan.   Finally, we were down by two. The others had the ball going close to their goal when-   Ashely stole the ball and began to run. Louis tried to steal it but she ran faster. That's when I saw something I've never seen a girl do. She kicked the ball from the middle of the field into the the goal. Harry and I ran over hooting and such. We put her up on our shoulders and began to chant.   "Ashely! Ashely! Ashely!" We chanted.   "How did you do that?!" Louis, the football star, looked amazed.   "Louis, did you not forget? I was team captain of my varsity team back in middle school." She teased.   "I know but that was an all girls team!" He tried to protest.   "Don't hate the game, hate YOUR skills!" She teased.   Harry and I did a victory lap around the field with her still on our shoulders.   This girls tends to amaze me more and more by the moment.   "Please teach me your ways." Louis begged when we came back.   "I don't think your worthy enough." She scoffed.   He grabbed her from us and layed her on the ground. He sat ontop of her and began to tickle her.   "LOUIS!" She giggled.   "Am I worthy now?" He teased.   "Louis, get up." Harry laughed and pulled the hood of his sweater.   Louis stood up and took Ashely up with him.   "Good game, Tommo." She shook his hand.   "We should play one on one sometimes." He offered.   "Friday after school?" She asked.   "Right here." He smiled.   "Deal." They both said at the same time.   Harry and Ashely exchanged a few words. She nodded.   "We're going to get going." Harry said.   I frowned.   "Bye Niall, Liam, Louis. Bye Zayn." She smiled.   "Bye Ashely." The three said in unison.   "Bye Ash." I smiled.   Harry put an arm around her as they walked away.   "So, you and Ashley, huh? Am I right??" Louis chuckled as soon as they were out of hearing distance.   "What do you guys know about Chris?" I instantly snapped.   The thought of her going out with some other guy out of pity still didn't sit right with me.   "Chris? You mean in the band Chris?" Niall began to laugh.   "I don't know." I groaned. "He's Harry's friend."   "Why do you want to know about him?" Liam raised an eyebrow.   "He came by the shop today." I began.   They all stared at me.   "And asked Ashely out on a date." I sighed.   "Well, what did the woman say!?" Louis jumped.   "Yes. But only out of pity." I explained.   "Chris has been desperate to go out with her since year... 5? Yeah. Around that time." Niall explained. "And when I say desperate, I mean scary desperate. But he's never had the guts to ask her out. And him and Harry are really good mates. For some reason, Harry thinks he's a suitable boyfriend." Niall rolled his eyes.   "Why is he so suitable?" I asked.   "I dunno, something about he's very respectful to her and some other shit." Niall explained.   "Yeah! I'll catch up!" A girl yelled.   I turned around and saw Ashely comming from the corner. She ran straight to me then wrapped her arms around my neck.   "Cover your eyes boys." She winked before kissed me.   "Ew." "Gross!" "Disgusting." They all spat.   Ashely pulled away and smiled. "I'll see you later."   "Bye." I pecked her cheek once more then let go of her.   She gave me a small wave then ran away. I felt a bit special knowing she came back just to give me a kiss.   "Can we look now?" Niall peaked from behind his fingers.   "Yes. Niall." I sighed.   "Anyways, I'm just saying. Keep an eye on him." He warned.   AUTHORS NOTE: Hiya! I appreciate everyone's support and I'm sorry for the spacing issues and such. I have to copy and paste them from my ipad's notepad (thats where I write chapters) and then email them to myself. Its such a pain. Anywaysss I AM FREAKING OUT INSIDE RIGHT NOW!!!! UMMM OMG ONE D WAS SOOOO CLOSE TO MY HOUSE A FEW DAYS AGO OMG OMGOMGOGMGOMGOGMOGMGOMG!!!!! Anywayss.... OMG IM ALSO FREAKING OUT BCUZ ITS ON LIKE 38 FAVORITE LISTS AND LIKE COMMENTS AND VIEWS AND AWKEHFJPAIOW;EFJCNMAWOIEFCJM IM DYING. anywayssss..... I HAD FAN PASSES TO SEE MAROON 5 ON THE TODAY SHOW AND I WAS THERE AND IT WAS SO COOL AND I GOT A FOAM MICROPHONE. Thank you so much!  ~Luv KittyKat<3
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