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.


47. Support Group

*Zayn's POV*

Shoot. Me. Now.

I'm not an alcoholic, Nor do I smoke. I'm 16 for crying out loud. Nobody told me this class was full of Moody 30 year olds. I'm not here to talk about my holiday plans. No fucking way am I going to have some stranger catch me in these stupid trust exercises. The woman next to me smells like a mutt. 

"So, Zayn. It's your turn. Why have you decided to join us today?" Doctor Johnson asked me.

I looked at the floor. "Because I hurt my girlfriend and I'm scared she might leave me if I don't get help sooner. But this class isn't doing a thing! I came here to learn methods on how to keep calm and yet we're sitting here talking like it's freaking tea time!" I spat.

"I understand that you feel that way but it helps." The doctor asked. "Don't you feel better now that you've talked about your feelings?" She smiled.

"Let me think about it.. NOPE!" I popped my "p" just to piss her off. "If I wanted to talk about me, I'd talk to my girlfriend."

"Looks like our boy here is whipped!" A man across the room shouted as all the other men began to laugh.

My fist tightened and my jaw clenched. As soon as they calmed down, I started to go off. "Okay, sir. First of all , I am NOT whipped. Just because I actually care about my girlfriend doesn't make me whipped. And unlike your flings, she's always there for me when I need help. I don't have to drive 20 minutes to talk about my feelings. I have her for that. And you want to know something? She actually listens unlike this doctor who is currently judging all of you. My girlfriend doesn't do that. So, call me whipped if you want. Just know that unlike you, I have someone to live for. Not alcohol or drugs. No, a person. A beautiful girl." My eyes were narrowed by this point and I was beyond furious.

"Doctor Johnson?" A voice squeaked. "It's time for lunch."

"Oh. You all are dismissed. Please be back by 1:30." Doctor instructed.

I stood up and walked outside. The first thing I saw? Ashely leaning against the wall, playing on her phone. Once she saw me, she grinned and hugged me tightly.

"Hey, how was class?" She asked. I held her tightly.

"Good, I guess." I muttered. I kissed her cheek then let go.

"I brought you a water." She handed it to me. I took it gratefully and began to unscrew the lid.

"Thanks babe." I smiled and began to drink it.

"So, is this the girl?" A man asked from behind me. I stopped drinking my water and looked at him. It was the same guy who had called me whipped and he had a few buddies.

Without thinking, I put my hand on the small part of her back and brought her close to my side.

"Should've heard what your boy said in class." He smirked. Ashely looked at me but then looked back as the man as he began to talk again. "He really cares about you, honey. Don't let his mistakes keep you from seeing the big picture."

I was a bit shocked. I thought they were going to give me shit and all that but instead, they helped me out a bit.

"And, I apologize for what I said." He muttered and looked at the ground.

"Hey, it's cool man." I held out my hand. "I understand. And Thanks." He smiled and shook my hand. 

Saying one last goodbye, we headed down to the door. Ashely gave me a peck on the lips then ran out the door. I chased after her while laughing. We ran all the way to the cafeteria where I saw Harry pick her up by the waist and swing her in a circle as she laughed endlessly.

"Hello everyone." I sat down grinning. All of the guys and Harry's Mum was here.

"Nice of you to join us." Anne grinned as she unpacked a small round cake. "Chocolate and Vanilla swirl with cookie dough ice cream cake." She said.

Ashely clapped her hands and grinned. She was sat next to Harry, and I was on the other side of her. Then it was Niall, Liam and Louis. Anne didn't want to sit down.

A few other kids that I didn't know approached us and began to talk to Ashely. She nodded and they all pulled up seats to the table.

"Mick, Shannon, Drew, meet Zayn. Zayn, meet Shannon, Mckenzie and Drew!" Ashely pointed to each one of them as she introduced me.

"Dang it, Styles! Do you only befriend attractive people?!" One of the girls shouted.

I saw Ashely give her the I don't care/ Shut the Fuck Up kind of look.

"Alright, let's sing Happy Birthday!" Anne clapped. We all broke out into song and then Ashley blew out her candles.

Harry cut the cake and distributed it to all of us. We all talked aimlessly and I didn't really pay attention until I heard Shannon say my name. I looked at her.

"So, Zayn. Pretty cool name." She nodded.

"Um.. Thanks. It's Arabic." I explained.

"For what?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Beauty." I felt very awkward knowing Ashely was shooting daggers at the girl across the table.

"So, do you have a status?" Shannon questioned, Her eyebrow raising a bit higher. A what? "Single or taken?"

I'm screwed.

*Ashely's POV*

Common, Zayn. Tell her of your "status" so she can back off. I hated how straightforward Shannon could be sometimes. She didn't even wait to know your name before she started asking if you're a virgin or not.

"I... It's complicated." Zayn answered then took another bite of his cake.

"Well, I think my friend here has a crush on you." Shannon looked at me and winked. "Very obvious."

"Shannon, shut up." I narrowed my eyes. "He's not interested in you."

"I never said he was. I was talking about you are interested in him. Like you were with all of these other three." She smirked. "Now, which one did you kiss under the basketball hoop?"

"Shannon!" I screamed. "Drew, get your sister out of here!"

"The blond one!" She pointed towards Niall. I gulped.

"I have to go." Zayn stood up and walked away quickly.

Shannon laughed wickedly before walking away with Drew and Mick hot on her trail.

"You KISSED Niall?!" Harry spat instantly.

"I was 11!" I whined. "It's not like I had anything else to live for!"

"You KISSED Ashely?!" Harry looked at Niall. His eyes boring holes into his.

"I was going through puberty, alright!" He looked away.

Harry groaned in frustration. "Whatever. Whatever!" He shook his head. "I'm over it. I'm cool. She's 15 now."

"I can have a boyfriend now?!" I gasped in excitement and looked at him with a grin.

"No." He shook his head as if I were insane. "I'm just going to let go of it because it happened 4 years ago."

I rolls my eyes and threw away mine and Zayn's trash.

*Zayn's POV*

I wasn't so excited about going back to class but I composed myself and tried to be happy for the rest of the day.

My whole day felt wasted by the end of this. I mean, we just talked about out feelings and how it's good to open up. I already do that and I already know that. This whole thing was useless.

When I walked out the door, I saw Harry standing there. I gave him a confused look.

"Hey, I just came by to ask a favor." I nodded in return. "I want you go try and see if You can get Ashely to open up about who left those marks."

"You're still on that? It happened two days ago." I sighed in frustration.

"Of course I am." We began down the hall. "So, anger management. What is that about"

"Mum wanted me to take one before we leave go Bradford for the holidays." I explained which wasn't a total lie because she did want Me to. "Waste of my time, though. It took them all day just to tell me I should talk about my feelings."

"Well, I think that's useful."

"How so?" I gave him a weird look.

"Because communication is the key to everything. Maybe the person who made those marks were just angry and instead of talking, they lashed out. Or maybe he was a complete stranger who just had a really bad day and decided to take it out on her because they knew she wouldn't be able to tell the people he loved of his shameful actions." Harry sighed. "Maybe it was someone who loves her."

A lump formed in my throat.

"Maybe.." Harry stopped in his place and looked at the floor. "Maybe she made them upset. Maybe they just didn't know how to put their thoughts into words so they used actions instead. Maybe that person was just really hurt. Maybe that person didn't mean it but didn't know what was going through their mind." He nodded.

"Deep." Was all I could say.

Harry chuckled. "Communication is key to everything. Maybe that's why our parents divorced. They didn't have enough communication. But maybe if they did, She wouldn't be in here now."

I chomped down on my bottom lip.

"Anyways, I've got to go! See you later!" Harry waved then walked outside.

I've got to find Ash.

*Ashely's POV*

"Liam, it's perfect!" I hugged the backpack close to my chest. Harry had just left after I opened his present (which was an IOU for making me breakfast on Saturday mornings until his birthday).

"I'm glad you like it. Sadie helped me pick it out." He admitted. I gave him a small hug then sat back down on my bed.

"Here, open mine next!" Niall handed me a box. I took it and ripped off the wrapping paper. Inside? A new pair of UGG boots.

"Thanks Smiley Nialley!" I grinned and hugged him as well.

"Now Ashely, this is going to be the best present ever. So you may need to sit down for this." Louis pushed me onto the bed. "You're going to love it!"

I took the bag from his hand and reached in. Out came a sweater. "Oh my gosh!" I screamed but then paused. "Wait.... THIS IS MY SWEATER!"

"So you love it?" He questioned.

"Well, obviously if I already own it but-"

"No, Ash. Just stop there. That was all the praise I needed." Louis bowed. As he turned around, I reached into the air and began to squeeze nothing. "It's not get nice to choke me!"

The door suddenly bursted open causing me to jump. Liam sat next to me and calmed me.

"I'm sorry for scaring you! I just..." Zayn looked around the room. "We need to talk." He looked at the others. "Alone."

"Fine with us. We're going to be in the staff bedroom watching a movie. Bye!" Louis said As he and the others left.

Zayn watched as the door closed then locked it so no one could enter. I began to feel panicked as I remembered how he had just stormed off at lunch. I was scared he was going to hurt me again. My shaking began and I pulled my knees to my chest.

"Don't worry, I'm going to stay here for now." I looked over and saw Zayn lean his back onto the wall the slid down. His knees pulled up in front of him and his arms resting on top. His hands were clasped together as he began to play with his thumbs. "I wanted to say sorry."

"For what?" I whispered as I turned my back to him. I didn't want to look at Zayn and feel scared so I just faced away.

"Putting you in here." He explained with a sigh.

"It wasn't just You. There were a lot of things going on at the time. I just got overwhelmed and spazzed out. You're not the entire blame, but you are a small part of the reason." I said over my shoulder.

"I talked to Harry today." I froze. "He was telling me to try and see if I can see who left those marks on your wrists." I looked down and saw the fading pink marks on my wrist. "I want to tell him I did it."

"Why?" I snapped harshly. "Then he'll murder you."

"I have to own up to what I did. I am so ashamed of myself." He clicks his tongue and I can just imagine him running his hand through his hair. "Today, I spent 8 and a half hours in a class that I thought was so pointless. We were discussing how you should talk about your feelings and all I thought was 'Well, I know that'. But then I walked out and saw Harry. I told him I thought the class was a waste but he went on to talk about communication."

There was a slight pause as he collected his thoughts.

"I learned today that there was a difference between talking and communicating. Communication has a meaning. Talking is just a pointless conversation. When I yelled at you, I didn't communicate. I didn't sit down and listen to your side and I didn't express my feelings in the right way. My actions took over and I did something I regret so badly. And now, I know you are thinking 'why am I with a guy like him? He always gets upset with me and he abuses me. Why am I still with him?'" Zayn sighed. "I wouldn't blame you if you did decide to leave me. You're an amazing girl who deserves so much better."

I wiped my eyes. "But I don't want any other guy."

"Ashely, I don't want to hurt you. This is exactly what I was talking about from the start and the same reason why I didn't want us to be more than project partners!" He explained.

I turned to him. "And I told you I didn't care if you hurt me! I'm the type of person who can look past that because I know you are better that and I have seen that part of you with my own eyes!"

"And I'm the type of person who realizes things way too late!" He said. "I'm the type of person who walks away when things start to get rough. I'm the type of person who can never be the type of boyfriend that you truly need and deserve!" Zayn stood up, tears streaming down his face.

"So what are you trying to say?" I whispered.

"I have no idea." He shook his head. "I want to stick around but things are getting too hard. But at the same time, I can't leave you behind. I want to be the guy who knows exactly how to treat a girl but at the same time, I don't know who the guy is. I want to realize things in time.... But I'm just too blind."

"Zayn, come here." I patted the spot in front of me. He sat down but stared at the floor. "I don't need a perfect guy. I don't want a perfect relationship. I don't strive to have a perfect life. I just want a real relationship for my imperfect life and that real guy who is willing to share this experience with me."

I grabbed Zayn's hand and intertwined it with mine.

"I Just want you." I said.

"But what if I hurt you over and over again? You just can't keep forgiving me and You can't keep feeding me these chances. I don't deserve it." He whispered.

"But you still earned them." I explained. "Don't leave me, Zayn."

"I wasn't going to break up with you if that's what you think. I thought you were going to break up with me so I was trying to make it easier for the both of us. But honestly, I would've been a wreck if you ever spoke such words." He explained.

I shifted to lay down and he laid next to me. Facing each other, our legs twisted together and he rested an arm on my waist.

"I'm trying to get better, Ash." He whispered. "I really am."

"I know you are, Zayn." I kissed him gently. "As long as you're trying, I'm happy."

He smiled gently. "Happy One Month."

"Happy One Month." I replied.

So much happens in a month. But there is no one I would've gone through it except Zayn Malik himself.

"Best month of my life." He pushed hairs behind my ear and laughed. "Happy Birthday, Babes." He kissed my nose. "Here's to another month, year and life time." Zayn then leaned in and kissed me passionately.

I couldn't help but grin.

"Am I a better kisser than Niall?" He asked once he pulled away.

I gasped. "Zayn! I was 11 and I... UGH! Stupid Shannon!" I covered my face.

Zayn laughed. "As long as you're mine, I'll be happy." He leaned in and kissed me once again.

The moment was perfect. So perfect.

And now, I was glad Zayn had locked the door because "ZAYN! YOU'RE NOT HAVING SEX, ARE YOU?" coming from the outside rather than them just walking in made me feel more happy than embarrassed.




I hope you liked it! 

~Luv KittyKat<3

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