The Styles Project

Ashton Peterson, your average sixteen year old girl, but she's moving half way across the world! She likes her new neighbor Niall, but starts falling for Harry Styles, and their worst enemy Zayn. Here's the question, will she fall in love, get hurt or will something unexplained happen?

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48. Last Day

~Friday~

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* screamed my alarm clock.

I rolled over on my stomach and slammed my hand against the small box making it stop.

"Ugh!" I groaned as I pulled a pillow over my head and just laid there for a while. After about 2 minutes of just laying there, I turned around on my back and looked up at the ceiling. "Just one more day," I told myself, "Just one more day."

I got up out of bed and went into the bathroom to see my hair all messed up and poufy. I sighed just when there was a soft knock on the door. "Hey Babe? Are you up?" Harry called out as he walked into my bedroom and closed the door.

"Yeah, I'm in the bathroom, but you probably don't want to see me right now. I look terrible." I say when I'm combing out one side of my hair.

There was footsteps coming closer to the bathroom and before I knew it Harry was in front of me with a breakfast tray of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice. I smiled, "Thank you so much Harry."

He smiled back at me. "Made it myself actually." he said and set it down on my bed and the Orange Juice on the night stand then walked back over. He put his hands in his pockets and leaned on the door frame. "You know, you don't look bad at all."

"Oh really?" I asked still looking into the mirror and combing the other side of my hair. Now it's all straight, finally!

"Yes really." Harry said walking over towards me and grabbing my waist. "You always look beautiful no matter what." he said gazing into my eyes.

His green eyes are the prettiest shade of green I swear to it. "Thank you." he was about to pull in and kiss me when I realized, I haven't brushed my teeth which equals bad morning breath. Ew. Talk about Gross.

I turned away and told Harry, "Not right now, I have to get ready."

Harry looked kind of hurt but then went with it. "Okay, I understand."

We both walked out and I sat down on my bed to eat my breakfast. I took a bite of the eggs and the flavor absorbed and exploded in my mouth. "Mm." I moaned. "God Harry! This is amazing!" 

Harry smiled and blushed. "Thanks." He walked over towards my closet and looked in it.

"You mind picking me out my outfit?" I asked.

He smirked. "No problem," and walked into it. I finished my eggs and started eating the toast when Harry came out with some dark pair of skinny jeans, of course, and his old Rolling Stones t-shirt I had from when I stayed at his house last time. He looked at me and set it on the bed and smirked. He walked over and picked up my blue converse and set them down. "There you go! Oh wait, I almost forgot." He turned around and went to my dresser and opened up my underwear/ bra/ sock drawer.

"Harry no!" I yelled standing up while almost chocking on a piece of toast.

Harry put his hand in the drawer. "What's this?" he asked as he turned around while holding up a thong with cheetah print all over it. "Is this for me?" He swayed it back and forth in his hands. His thumbs were the only things supporting the strings and it was honestly kind of embarrassing... "Am I even holding it right?" he asked examining it.

"Okay Harry enough," I say as I get up and tried to take it away from him, failing miserably because he put it over his head. "You are having too much fun with this." I said.

Harry shrugged. "Eh, I might be." and winked. He gave them to me and said, "You're wearing those today." with his finger pointing at me.

I rolled my eyes playfully as I grabbed my bra and socks and walked back over to my breakfast. I decided to eat a piece of bacon and shared the other piece with Harry. "Thank ya ma'am." he said.

"No problem." I say and get dressed.

After I get dressed I put on my make-up while Harry sings. Like I said before, his voice is like a freaking angel!

"You finally ready?" he asked when I put on my perfume.

I turned around and smiled at him. "Ready."

 

~  .  ~

 

Once we got to school, there was no sign of Sophia but there was of Zayn. Who was waiting at Harrys spot where he parks at all the time. We both got out and looked at each other. Zayn's car was beside his and he was leaning against it and it looked like he had been... crying.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Zayn never cries.

Harry rushed over to him and got beside the both of us. "Zayn, what happened." he said.

Zayn looked up as a tear rolled down his cheek. I'm sorry for being such a dick." he stated.

Harry and I exchanged looks. "Uhm, it's okay? Wh-what's wrong?" asked Harry.

Zayn sniffled. "I realized how mean I was to you. Both of you." he looked at me. "Ashton, I am so sorry for what I have done to you." he looked at Harry now. " And Haz. I am also, very sorry for hurting you and not being the friend I was when we were little."

"It's okay." Harry and I said in unison.

Zayn looked at us blankly and looked down at his hands. "I've been an ass for a long time towards the both of you and came to apologize."

"But why now? Why was this not said earlier?" Harry asked.

Zayn kept his eyes away from us as he explained. "Because... Because I never realized it before. Last night really hit me hard. My parents talked to me about it because they heard about the fight and we had a long talk about how good of friends we were when we were little. Whenever they left for work I went through the albums of my childhood and found a lot of pictures of us together. Where we were hugging each other, when we on the beach together... But the one that hit me the hardest, was the one where we were singing on the karaoke machine we had. And the promise we made with each other."

Harry started to tear up. "The promise." he whispered.

What are they talking about?!?!?! I want to know!!

"I promise to be your best friend forever and ever. Even if we don't become famous when we are older, we will be brothers forever." they said in unison, laughing after words.

Awe, I could just picture little them saying that.

Harry sniffled and Zayn got up and they gave each other a hug and then did a pinky swear thing. "Man come here." Harry said giving him another hug. "You better not be pulling anything Zayn." he said.

"I'm not, I promise." Zayn said.

They pulled away from each other and looked at each other. Harry patted his back. "Well," Zayn said, "I have to go. I have some things to do." he climbed into his car and said, "See you guys next year."

"Or this summer." smiled Harry as Zayn pulled out and we waved goodbye.

I looked at Harry and wiped his now cold tears off his face. "Do you really believe him?" I asked.

He looked at me and shrugged. " Honestly, I don't know. But I think I do." he looked past me and towards the direction of where Zayn left. "I think I just got my brother back."

 

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