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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52. Parties and Visions

 

*Ashely's POV*

I locked both doors to my room then opened the window. Louis and Niall were both there waving their arms frantically. I carefully climbed out and onto the roof. Shutting the window until there was just a crack big enough for my fingers to open. I took a couple of careful steps then saw Niall get into position. Now here comes the fun part.

I sat on the roof an hung my feet off. He nodded towards me. Then, using my hands, pushed myself off. Five seconds of every kid's dream. Flying. Well, more like free falling. But Niall caught me bridal style then set me down.

"Ready?" I raised an eyebrow. The boys nodded so on our way we went. It was chilly tonight and since I'm now strangers with.... Let's call that person "it". So now that I'm strangers with "it", I would either have to start walking or hitch a ride.

"Hey losers!" Someone called. Louis rolled his eyes.

"You're not funny, Andy." He says before walking us towards his car. "But I'm sure you'll give us a ride."

"No, I'm just here to abduct you." Andy sarcastically says as we climb in. He adjusts his rear view mirror and then begins to drive. "Hey, Ash. How are you?"

How am I? I can't answer that. So many emotions run through my body but the strongest of them all is depressed. I looked out the window and kept quiet.

"She's a bit out of it. But don't worry. As soon as she steps in, she'll feel a whole lot better." Louis covers for me.

You can hear the boom, boom, boom thumping from down the street. The good thing about Roberto's house is that it's on a big hill so he doesn't really have neighbours and the people who live down the street don't really care. And that is why Roberto's parties are the best. And only the best of the best are invited. Everyone else just comes when Roberto is too wasted to know how many fingers on his hands.

There were kids from not only our school but school as far as Wolverhampton. Probably around a thousand teens illegally drinking, smoking and some times doing drugs. But me, being the saint I am, doesn't mess with that.

As Andy drive up, everyone turned their heads. I think it was partly because Andy drove a Ferrari but also because Louis, Niall and I had arrived. And being the well known children we are, there were cheers greeting us.

Especially towards me. They raised their red solo cups towards me and the boys gave me that What's up? nods and the girls either cheered or waved at me. I flashed a fake, yet cheeky, grin and made sure my dimples indented and waved back.

Niall had immediately gone off with some girl from Northridge and left me with Louis. Andy was with his girlfriend. A platinum blond, beach babe named Cali. I waved to her as I went into the house. Louis whisked me to the backyard and we sat outside and just talked for a while.

"Hey, Ash!" Roberto came out of nowhere and sat down in a chair with the rest of us. Surprisingly, he wasn't drunk. His eyes were clear and his sentences normal. "You enjoying the party?"

"Yeah, thanks again for it!" I high fived him and laughed.

"Your brother is here, why aren't you hanging with him?" He raised an eyebrow. I shrugged. "He looked pretty sad. He's hanging with Liam and drinking pretty hard."

"I don't care." I rolled my eyes.

Roberto wrapped his arm around my neck then used his knuckle to ruffle my hair. I let out something between a laugh and a groan. "Roberto!"

"I'll see you around, babes." He smiled then walked away.

I straightened myself out then sighed. Louis shrugged. "Let's go dance?" He suggested. I stood up and watched as he smiled. Taking me inside, he took me to the dance floor and we began to dance.

I was honestly in tears of joy as Louis taught me how to "pat the dog" and "screw the light bulb". We danced for around twenty minutes before he excused himself to use the water closet.

I walked aimlessly before my arm was grabbed. I looked up and saw Niall. "Stupid girl, are you trying to get raped? You know to stick with one of us at all times."

"Well, what did you want me to do? Follow Lou to the lou?" I raised an eyebrow. Niall shook his head and laughed. "Who's your friend?" I nodded towards the girl next to him.

"Amanda?" He creased his eyebrows as he tried to remember. Niall was obviously tipsy. I'm surprised he could even grab me. The girl rolled her eyes then walked away. "Whatever, I don't need you." He muttered.

Niall was at that stage where he was clueless yet could still form sentences. Some may not make sense but at least they were full and complete sentences.

"Here, drink some." He held his cup in front of my face. I raised an eyebrow. "Beer. Cures headaches, relieves stress and mends heart breaks for a bit."

"Side affects?" I took the cup from him.

"You're probably going to regret this tomorrow but WHO GIVES A DAMN?!" He cheered earning a few yeah!'s from people close by.

I shrugged and drank it down. It burned my throat but as I finished the rest, I could already feel my headache relieving its self.

Niall, you better be right.

*Zayn's POV*

I snuck down the stairs and out the doors. Stephanie was waiting in her car. I locked my house and then went into the vehicle.

"Looking good!" She winked. I was wearing a red and black varsity jacket over a white v-neck shirt and a pair of black jeans. I had decided to wear the red and black Nikes Ash had given me and her chain.

"Thanks." I smiled then turned up the heat a little as she began to drive. The night was pitch black as it was beginning to snow again and the clouds had blocked out the moon. The only light came from Steph's head lights and the street lamps.

You can hear the music blaring and we weren't even two blocks away, yet. Gretel's neighbors must think she's a bitch at this time of night.

But hey. She's always a bitch. "Are you sure I can just walk in? Like, don't I need an invitation?" I turned to Steph.

"No. The whole west side was invited. I don't think she'd mind if you came by as well. After all, we haven't seen you in ages!" Steph laughed.

"I'm sure not many people noticed that I was gone. If anything, they were overjoyed by sudden disappearance." I rolled my eyes.

Steph sighed as she pulled up. She parked then looked at me for a moment. "You'll be fine." Was all she said before we went inside.

The music was deafening and my head was already hurting. I was wondering why I came here again. I wasn't in the mood to party. No. I was angry that I had to come back to stinking Bradford where kids didn't like me. In fact, as we were going through the crowd, people were giving me confused looks.

"I thought he killed himself." One boy says. I look straight at him but he turns away and coughs.

Walking a bit further, we finally make it to the punch table. It's probably spiked. Drinking is not my thing at the moment.

"Zayn Malik?" Someone gasped from behind me. I turned to come face to face with the bitch herself.

"Gretel..." I say through a gritted smile. This is the girl who made my life a living hell.

"Oh my gosh!" She wrapped me a hug. When she noticed I wasn't hugging back, she pulled away. "Where have you been? We've missed you! We thought something bad happened!" This "we" she speaks of is all of the popular kids.

"Oh, I've been busy. You know." I shrugged. Gretel and Stephanie were probably close friends but Steph didn't always hang with her.

"Well, I am so glad your back!" Gretel said before walking away.

A put grew in my stomach. I felt out of place. I shouldn't be here.

"Malik!" A loud yet deep voice wraps an arm around me tightly and laughs.

Shit.

It was Charles. Gretel's (cheating) boyfriend. He was another one who was out to get me. The two would always make fun of me. Charles would knock books out of my hands and Gretel would throw paper wads at me.

Why did I even agree to coming to this damn party? Oh yeah. Because I wanted to get my mind off of Ashely. But obviously, not even the ear bleeding music could drown out her image, her laugh. Nothing.

"Hey Charles." I mutter as I shoved my hands in my pockets. I noticed that people were quieting a bit and sort of staring. That's when I realized one thing.

I am in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Man, we really missed you!" Charles ruffled my hair. I sort of tried to shrug him off but he just held tighter. I bit my lip as I began to feel nervous. "Where did you go?"

"I was just... Out of town." I explained.

"Yeah, we heard. Now, who is this girl I am hearing about?" No. "Caly? No. No. Ashely!" No. "Man, heard her brother left that nice shiner on you." Steph told?! "What's wrong, Malik?"

I watched as Steph came towards me. A sad expression in her face. "I'm so sorry." She mouthed. She was then hidden by some red blanket that draped over me.

I was soaking wet. Charles had poured the punch all over me. The room burst in hysterics. "Go home, Malik! Kill yourself for good this time!" Charles pushed me.

I ran through the crowd and out the door. The snow was falling lightly. "Zayn, wait!" Someone yelled.

I was almost down the road but the steps followed me. I finally turned and faced her. "Why did you tell, Steph?! You're one of the few people I trust and you TOLD! How could you?!"

"I didn't! I had accidentally butt dialed Gretel! I didn't even know that they knew!" She defended.

"How convenient when your phone is TOUCH SCREEN and you have a LOCK so butt dialling is probably IMPOSSIBLE for you!" I shouted. Steph stared at me for a moment. My body was shivering as I felt like the liquid was freezing against me. "Why did you do it?"

Stephanie rolled her eyes. "You are so damn oblivious." Really? You should meet Harry. "Why do you love some random girl?! Why do you love someone you had just met and not me?! ME?! I've been here since forever and she just waltz in out of nowhere and you LOVE her?!"

"You. Are. Disgusting." I said before running away.

My mind was racing. I hadn't even been home a full 24 hours and there was already drama. I was angry and upset and depressed. I knew I shouldn't have gone. I should've stayed home. But no, I had to be so quick to get over Ashely. Now look at me, drenched in spiked punch and running through the snowing night at almost 1 am.

As I entered the house, I tried to stay quiet. I locked the door behind me then went upstairs. Stripping from my clothes, I stepped into the shower.

I was known for taking showers at midnight around my house so this shouldn't disturb anyone.

The hit water ran down my freezing skin and it stung. I decided to just curl into a ball and cry. Why?

Because even the pain of my skin defrosting didn't hurt as much as those words.

"Kill yourself for good this time!"

Why the hell did I even go to that party in the first time? What was going through my stupid mind? I was pretty much just asking for something bad to happen.

But no. A small part of me was screaming that they would be different. They would be nicer because I had left. But no. People don't change.

After a few minutes, I got up and scrubbed away the stench of punch. When the suds were gone, I got out and wrapped myself in a towel.

While walking out, My hand grabbed for a small bottle that was on the counter. Once in my room, I threw on a pair of boxer shorts then sat on the floor.

"Pain Killers" the bottle read.

What would they help with better? The pain? Or the killing?

My life was meaningless once again. I thrown back into the torture of bullying. I had absolutely no one to turn to anymore. It only took Steph one second to betray my trust. Opening the bottle, I poured enough to fill my Palm.

Tears silently streamed down my face. I've come to a point in time where I don't even want to live anymore. I don't want to face tomorrow. I don't want to go on.

As I was about to put them in my mouth, a voice startled me. "NO! ZAYN!" The pills were all over the floor now. I looked around and saw absolutely no one. But that voice. It was so distinct. It was the same voice that had stopped me from killing myself almost a month and a half ago.

It was Ashely's.

*Ashely's POV*

I felt a pang in my heart while Louis was speaking to me and Niall. But for some reason, I just couldn't focus. Maybe it was the alcohol. The voices and music around me became incoherent.

I shut my eyes as a headache came over me.

I saw Zayn. He was crying on the floor. The room was chilly but he had a few beads of water on him. I sort of guessed he had just stepped out of the shower.

I then heard what he was thinking. His voice speaking sadly.

"What would they help with better? The pain? Or the killing?" was all I can hear before I watched him pour something into his hands.

He stared at it for a split second before trying to put it in his mouth.

I felt myself collapse to the floor. "NO! ZAYN!" I screamed before feeling arms around me. I finally managed to get my eyes open and when I did, I saw Lou giving me a worried expression.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I shoved my head into his chest and began to sob. "I-I-" My mind couldn't even form a full sentence. The vision had scared me. I didn't know where it came from but I was horrified it happened. Louis scooped me up and carried me outside. "Give us a ride?" He asked someone.

There was some kind of mutter as Louis stopped in his tracks.

"I'm taking her home." I heard him mutter.

"She can come with me." Another said. I turned my head out of Louis' chest and saw "it" standing there. "Common, Ash."

"Lou, can I sleep at your place?" I asked quietly before resting my head on his shoulder.

"Of course. Just wait for Jane. She'll drive us to my place since Andy is wasted." Louis explained.

"Hey, Sorry! Couldn't find my keys." I heard Jane laugh.

"She'll be okay at my place. Less stress. I'll bring her home in the morning." Louis explained before we left. He put me in the backseat and sat next to me.

The ride was silent but I didn't mind. Louis had removed his sweater and wrapped it around me as I was shaking. I didn't know if it was because I was cold or because I was about to have an attack.

He smoothed my hair and held me closer. "You'll be okay. Sshh. Sshh. Don't cry." Louis calmed me.

We soon arrived at his place. I don't know why, but our (the guys and I) parents never did question why we had slept over or when we even got there. They didn't even care if we didn't ask permission. We just slept over whenever and maybe that's why we never get caught for going to parties.

Louis quietly opened the door then led me in. We went up the steps and He laid me in his bed, throwing the covers over my body. "Where are you sleeping?" I asked.

He pointed to the couch in the corner of the room. "And don't even try to fight me." He ordered, knowing I was going to argue about letting me sleep there. Louis tucked the blanket around my feet then went to the couch with an extra pillow and blanket.

I was about to fall asleep when I heard a groggy "Hello?" from Louis. I pretended to be asleep as he shuffled towards me. He pulled the blanket up a bit then clicked his tongue.

"You want to know how to win your sister back? Reverse time and don't punch Zayn! Taking away the one thing that makes her happy, you deserved to be smacked!" He whisper yelled. "Now good night!" With that, I heard Louis walk back to the couch and lay down. "That dumbass." was the last thing I heard him say before he began to snore.

I shut my eyes as well and tried to stay calm. But I couldn't.

I couldn't sleep. Every time I did, I'd see Zayn with that handful of pills. My night turned to be restless.

Hopefully, tomorrow would be better.

**AUTHOR'S NOTE**

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