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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12. Phew! Close call!

The next three days were spent inside. It was now Thursday. Zayn said he couldn't come over because he was unpacking. Harry was constantly trying to see my phone to find out who I was texting, but I never let him.

"Ash, I thought we were best friends."Harry whined from his room.

"We are." I replied.

"Then why can't I see who you're texting?" He asked.

"Because it's not your beeswax?" I responded.

"I always tell you who I'm texting!" He argued.

"No you don't!" I snapped.

He walked through the closet and looked at me.

"Just tell me who it is." He begged.

"It's nobody Harry, quit being nosy!" I moaned.

He came in and laid next to me. "I just want to know."

"Why is it important?" I questioned.

"Because you're smiling and I need to thank that person." He explained.

"AHAHAHAHA too funny." I sarcastically said.

He huffed.

"Harry, just chill." I said.

"Kids!" Mum opened Harry's door.

"IN HERE!" We both yelled.

Mum walked in through the closet and smiled "Get ready. Were having guests."

"Who is it? Louis? Niall? Liam?" Harry asked as he shot up.

"The Maliks." She explained.

YES!

"You know the Maliks?" Harry questioned.

Mum nodded. "They came by the bakery and I met Zayn's mum. She's very nice so I invited her them over for dinner. Zayn seemed excited." She explained. I bit my lip to keep from smiling.

"So get ready." Mum left.

"What are you wearing?" Harry asked.

"Oh, you know. Just clothes." I said as I stood up.

He groaned. "I hate sarcasm!"

"MUM! WHERE'S MY WHITE SHIRT?" I yelled.

"In the closet!" She yelled back.

I went in there and looked through my shirts. I could feel Harry breathing down my neck. "Back up before I bruise your face." i huffed.

"Why your white shirt?" Harry asked as he grabbed my hand.

"Because I like that shirt?" I replied.

"But you only wear that shirt when you want to look extremely good!"  He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Well, we have guests coming over." I said.

"You never dress like that when other people come over." Harry hissed.

"Because I've known them for years. Now I'm going to get dressed." I went outside and locked the door behind me.

The doors locked from the outside. Harry banged on the door "I'M CHANGING!"

I changed into a white shirt with a pair of jeans. I left my curly hair down and put on my favorite key necklace.

"ASHELY!" Gemma called as the doorbell rang.

I grinned and ran down the steps. Of course, the day couldn't go by without me tripping.

"Are you alright!?" Mum helped me up.

"Please tell me the door isn't open yet." I said as I turned around.

"For a cheerleader, you are VERY clumsy!" Zayn laughed.

"Shut up." I said and playfully glared at him.

"Ashely!" Mum scolded.

I rolled my eyes.

"So these are my children. Gemma's the oldest then we have Harry. Then we have Ashely who is 11 months younger than him." Mum explained to Zayn's mum. We all shook her hand.

"Ashely and I met Zayn at school. We have the same class schedule." Harry explained.

His Mum smiled at us.

"Well, why don't you guys settle a bit. I'm not quite done with dinner."Mum said.

"Oh! I can help you!" Zayn's mum said.

"No its ok." My Mum argued.

"No truly I want to help!" His Mum smiled.

My Mum gave in and agreed.

"Common Zayn. We can go upstairs." Harry said.

I started to go with them but Mum called me.

"Ash, can you come help us?" She asked.

"Whats wrong with Gemma!?" I groaned.

Gemma gave me a dirty look "She told you to go, now go."

I put my hands up and walked to the kitchen. "Yes mother?"

She told me to make lemonade. I sighed.

"So how has Zayn been during school?" His mother interrupted my thoughts.

I looked at her. "Oh, sorry what?"

"Is Zayn doing ok?" She asked.

I nodded. "He's doing very well. I sit next to him during every class."

Mum looked at me "You don't get him in trouble, do you?" She asked.

"No Mum."I rolled my eyes.

"Ashely is quiete the talker. She gets into a lot of trouble. But Harry gets his work done." Mum explained to her.

I sarcastically giggled before setting the lemonade down. "Ok its good."

Before she could tell me to do anything else, I went up stairs and into my room. I went through the closet and put my ear to the door.

"So do you like it here?" I heard Harry ask.

"Yeah. It's nice here."Zayn responded.

I heard something like a Zombie and guessed they were playing video games.

"Any girl catch your eye yet?" Harry asked.

My eyes were wide.

"Erm... What?" Zayn muttered.

"Found anyone you want to call your bird?" Harry chuckled.

He's going to die.

"Eh. I don't really know anyone that well. I have to get to know someone to like them. I don't go off looks. I go off personality. They have to be beautiful on the inside." Zayn said.

My heart is dying.

"Common Zayn! You're what? 17? You have to like someone!" Harry exclaimed.

"Whatever." Zayn replied.

I opened the closet door from. Zayn looked at me weirdly. "Where did you come from?" He asked.

"My room?" I responded and pointed behind me. I took a seat next to Harry. Zayn was sitting on the beanbag. "What are you two up to?" I asked.

"Nothing." Harry muttered.

I rolled my eyes. "So, how are you?" I asked Zayn.

"Well." He smiled back at me. 

We sat in the awkward silence for a while.

"Kids! DInner!" Mum yelled.

All three of us stood up and ran downstairs. Gemma had set the table. We all sat down. Mum and Zayn's Mum were animatedly talking. The rest of us were stuffing our faces.

"Well that was really good!" Zayn exclaimed when we finished.

"Why, thank you!" Mum smiled.

"We should get going." Zayn's Mum stood up. "Zayn has school tomorrow. THank you for inviting us!"

"Come over any time!" Mum said.

"Ashely are we still on for tomorrow?" Zayn asked.

"On for what?" Harry asked as he glared at Zayn.

"The project!" I thumped his head. "And yes Zayn."

He smiled and nodded.

That was close.

~AUTHORS NOTE~

Hiya!

I think I'm going to add another chapter today. REMEMBER I STILL NEED A NICKNAME FOR MY READERS! IF YOU HAVE AN IDEA PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS! Anyways! I'm going to write another chapter now so stick around! Leave me a favorite/like/review please!

~Luv KittyKat <3

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