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.


28. Someone to Trust

 *Ashely's POV*

The next day after school, I went to Zayn's house just as planned. We decided that since his mother knew about us, there was no point in camping out in his room. We sat in the living room and watched TV.   

"I'm going to get groceries. Do you kids need anything?" She asked.  

"Need anything?" Zayn looked down at me.   I shook my head and cuddled closer under his arm.   "No, Mum. We're fine." He said.  

"Alright. Bye Zayn. I love you."

She leaned down to kiss him.   Zayn just stared forward as he said, "Bye Mum."  

She frowned a bit then left out the door. Zayn got up and locked it then sat down with me.  

"What was that?" I asked.  

"What was what?" He replied.  

"Why didn't you give your Mum a kiss before she left?" I complained. Zayn rolled his eyes.   

"If it's a pride thing, I don't care if you kiss your Mum." I explained.  

"It's not that." He groaned.  

"Zayn, why do you act a bit mean towards your Mum?" I whispered.

 "Just forget about it." Zayn ran his fingers through his messy hair.  

"Talk to me." I begged.  He shrugged me off. I frowned.  

"Zayn, you know I'm always here for you. Right?" I said.  

He nodded slightly then took a deep breath. "I'm still a bit upset about moving here. Alright?"   "But I thought you didn't like your old school because you got into too many fights." I responded.   "I did. But still, she didn't have to move me all the way here." He groaned.  

"Well, just think of it like this. If you didn't move here, I wouldn't have met you." I smiled.  

Zayn sighed and layed us down so we were spooning.  

"I know, but still." He said.  

"Why aren't your siblings here with you?" I asked.  

"I don't want them to be around me." He whispered.  

"Why not?" I snuggled closer.  

"They make me angry." He said.  

"How do they make you angry?" I replied.  

"They just do. A lot of people do. But not you." He whispered in my ear.  

I smiled then layed on my back. I held his face in my hands.  

"I'll always be here for you, alright Zayn?" I said.  

He put his forehead on mine and shut his eyes. Zayn nodded to what I had said.  

"No matter what?" He asked.  

"No matter what." I replied then kissed him.  

I know what you're thinking, aren't you tired of kissing him!?   And the answer to that question is "No". Why? Because kissing Zayn Malik is like Heaven in the form of lips simply being pressed against yours. Everytime I kissed him, I felt a connection, happy. Safe if anything.  

"Do you promise?" He pulled his lips away but kept his forehead on mine. His eyes were open as he searched each one for an answer. 

I nodded. "Of course I promise."  

I felt his hand fall to mine. He snaked his pinky around mine.  

"Now pinky promise me." He whispered.  

I tightened my pinky around his. "I promise."  

He smirked and then kissed me once more.   When Zayn pulled away, he just stared at me and smiled. He layed back down and we turned our attention back to the television. I didn't know what movie was on and honestly, I didn't care. I just wanted to be with Zayn. He pulled be back so we were spooning again. His arm was wrapped tightly around my waist and he let me use the other one as a pillow. His head was perched up on the side of the couch. Everytime he'd exhale, I'd feel it run down my neck. He's so warm! I mean, yeah. We do seem like a very cheesy couple but hey. We're happy, aren't we?  

"Zayn, I'm home." His mother walked in.

"Could you get the groceries from the car?"  

Zayn sighed and patted my side. I stood up then he did.  

"There's a whole lot." She began.   "I've got it." He groaned.  

I put on my shoes and followed him outside.  "Need help?" I offered.  

"Help is for pussies." He muttered under his breath because the door was still wide open and he didn't want to be scolded for cursing.

 "Well then I guess you're a pussy." I began to grab bags.  

The car was filled with so many bags it was unbelieveable. If I didn't help, I'd feel bad. And bored while waiting. Plus, I'd probably be in the house with his Mum which would make things more AWKWARD! We both grabbed two bags in each hand then went to the door. We were sure to wipe our feet very well before entering the wood floored house. After we set the things on the counter, we went back outside for more.  

"I'm not a pussy." He grunted.  

I laughed. "I know you're not. You're a man. A big, strong man!" I tried to cheer him up.   "Whatever." He rolled his eyes and chuckled.  

"Ash?" Someone said.  

Our faces dropped as we were facing the car.  

"You heard that?" I asked.

  "Yeah." Zayn muttered.  

I turned around. "Hey, Pooh!"  

"Hey.." He came up to us. "What are you doing?"  

Quick, think of an excuse.  

"She was walking past and I called her over." Zayn said.  

"Yeah. I just got back from visiting Mum at the bakery. I was heading to Katie's when I saw Zayn and decided to say hello!" I played along.  

Harry nodded.  

"So, what brings you here?" Zayn grabbed a couple more bags.  

"Just thought we'd play another game." Harry explained.  

"Sorry, I can't today." Zayn said.  

"Oh, that's too bad. But if you change your mind, you know where to find us." Harry said.

"Ash, do you want to come with me? Chris is over there."  

"Um.. No thanks. I'm not in the mood for football." I said.  

"Well, tell Katie I said hi then." He smiled.  

I nodded. "But I think I'll help Zayn with these first. He looks like he could use it."  

"That's nice of you." Harry kissed my cheek. "I'll see you at home. Bye Tiger."  

"Bye Harry." I waved.  

We watched him leave. As soon as he turned the corner, I leaned onto the car and let out a giant sigh.  

"You want to tell him, don't you?" Zayn said.  

"I do.. But then again, I don't." I looked at Zayn.  

He had a confused look.  "It's complicated." I explained.  

We took the rest of the groceries inside. I texted Katie a quick message:   "Kate, if Harry asks, I'm at your place. Alright?"  

"You're at Zayn's. Aren't you? ;)"  

"Yes. Now please cover for me."  

"Will do. Have fun you crazy kids ;)!"  

I put my phone away. Zayn had taken me upstairs because he wanted privacy. His Mum was going to be in the kitchen for a while and he didn't want her to hear us talking. I understood, I mean. What teenager would want their mother to hear them talking? Especially a boy with his girlfriend? All I know is that it would probably be very awkward.   We layed on his bed like we always did. We were facing each other. He took his finger and run it down the features of my face.   "What are you doing?" I closed my eye as he ran over it.  

"I'm tracing your face." He replied then poked my nose.  

"Why?" I asked.   He made the I don't know noise.  

I stopped his hand as it began to trace my jaw line and just held it.  

"You know, I've been waiting a long time." He whispered.  

"For what?" A creased indented inbetween my eyebrows.  

"Someone to trust." He explained.  

I smiled.  "I haven't trusted many people in the past. I barley trust my own parents. So to know I have someone like you, just takes a whole load off of my shoulders. I've been wating for someone to just talk to and tell all my secrets to. Secrets I don't even want to tell my own family." He began.   "Like what?" I asked.  

He thought for a moment. "Remember how I told you singing wasn't my ideal occupation?"  

I nodded.  

"Well, I trust you more now. And I just want you to know that I love singing and hope to be a solo artist one day." He revealed.  

I grinned at the secret.  

"It's things like those that I don't want to tell my family because I'm afraid they'd all laugh at me." Zayn explained. "But I'm not afraid to tell you, though. Because I know that even if you laugh, you'd keep it between you and I. Unlike my mother who tells everyone of my mistakes. Or my father who doubts me. Or my sisters who get on my nerves nonstop and tell on me when ever I do something." He said.   I wrapped my arm around his neck and smiled.  

"Ashely, I can trust you. Right?" He whispered sheepishly.  

"Zayn, you can tell me anything." I said.  

He bit his lip.  

"Anything." I whispered.  

Zayn took a deep breath. "Would you be upset if I just talked about myself for a bit? Like a biography?"  

"Go ahead." I waited.  

What he then told me would change my views of him forever.  

AUTHORS NOTE: Hiya!!  Sorry I was back in the hospital :( I'm real darned tired of that place. Anyways, thanks for reviewing and encouraging me to keep writing!!! It means a lot to me you guys I cant thank you enough! :) Thanks for waiting and sticking with me!!! ~Luv KittyKat<3

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