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?


3. Meeting The Neighbors

I woke up to the smell of bacon and got up and sat in my bed. My mom and I got done unpacking EVERYTHING last night. So I was really tired. I looked at my side clock. 9:30 a.m. Hm. I walked over and put on a tank top that had a flower on it and the shirt flowed out, then I changed into my blue jean shorts and my blue converse. Then I went to the bathroom and quickly put on mascara, deodorant, and some Hollister perfume, then rushed downstairs to see that she had made French toast and bacon. "Mom that smells delicious!" I said walking over to grab a plate.

"Thanks honey, I worked really hard." She said laughing. I smiled, sat down and started to dig in.

After I ate I put my dish in the sink and went back up stairs to brush my teeth. I then flossed after words and used mouth wash.

As I was walking out of my room on the stairs there was a knock on the door. "Honey can you get that please? I'm doing the dishes." My mom said. I walked over and opened the door. There stood a lady who had some what short dirty blonde hair and was holding what looked like a casserole in her hands.

"Hello darling! We are your neighbors and just thought we would stop by and say hi!" She said smiling. She sounded like she had an accent. Irish in fact and then I thought.. We?

"Well," I said, "Come on in."

"Oh thank you!" She said and walked in. I looked behind her and saw him. A blonde hair blue eyed boy about to walk in but just stood there. I could here my mom and his mom talking so I went out and shut the door. I looked back and he stood there with a smile on his face and his hand reached out.

I shook it and he said, " Hi. I'm Niall, Niall Horan. I live right there across the street." He said looking over his shoulder. He must be Irish to.

" Niall Horan." I repeated, " Well nice to meet you Niall I'm Ashton Peterson." I said smiling.

He smiled and repeated "Ashton Peterson." And let go of my hand. "I think I like that name." Niall said. I blushed and looked down then back up at him. He was taller than me. By a little bit though.

I turned and broke the silence and said, "Um, would you like to come in?"

He looked at me and said, " Sure, love, I'd love to." We both turned and walked back inside to where our moms were.

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