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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46. Moms Present

Harry and I got done in about 45 minutes. Which is surprising to me because the only thing he did to his hair was comb it and shake out the loose curls. But of course he flips it every once in a while because of how long it had got in the past couple of months.

He was looking in the mirror and fixing his hair without his shirt on while I was just putting on my shirt. Let's just say that we got comfortable pretty quick about changing in front of each other. But I couldn't help but steal glances at his nice, firm, tone body. His abs just stick out like the stars in the sky. You want to look at them forever, but the sun comes out and covers them up you can't look at them anymore... Like Harry's shirt he's about to put on. He waved his hand in the mirror snapping me back to reality.

"Ashton?" he smirked. Harry turned around, put his hands out, and started to walk towards me with his shirt in his hand. "Were you checking me out?"

I staggered backwards until I hit his desk. "What?" I said, my voice going high. "No-no-no I wasn't. I was not looking..." I trailed off and my eyes made their way down to his chest that wasn't flexed, but you can tell they were there. My fingers came up to the out line and started to trace them. "...at uh, your perfect body-Or NO! I mean-"

Harry came and placed his finger on my lips. "It's okay if you like what you see." he winked, " and it's definitely okay to know that you like it. Because it's all yours." Harry pulled me in closer to where there was no space between us anymore. "I'm all yours." he whispered against my lips.

I smiled at his words, 'I'm all yours.' And he is all mine. MINE. Not Sophia's. Not anybody else's. And I could care less about the world... Harry came down and pressed his lips against mine. His body warmth was coming through my shirt, but boy I tell you what. I just want to rip my clothes off and just cuddle all day long with his fine body. We pulled away and looked each others eyes for a while before I cleared my throat and said, "Well, we should get going."

He smiled. "We probably should." Harry backed up and was about to turn back around when I realized something I didn't even look at when I was tracing my fingers over his body. He had tattoos. Two birds and a butterfly. Some on his arms too. I've never seen them before because they are always covered by his shirt, either if it was his arms or chest.

"You, you have tattoos?" I asked.

He laughed. "Yeah?"

"Oh." I nodded. "Cool." I didn't feel like asking any other questions about what they meant because of how much time we didn't have to get to my house. "You ready?"

Harry gazed into my eyes after he put on his shirt hiding his perfect body. "Always."

 

~  .  ~

 

We had just walked into my house right when my mom was making lunch. "Mom?" I said. "Were home." I turned around to let Harry come inside and shut the door with a 'click' to close it.

My mom's head popped out from the kitchen doorway. "Oh hi sweetie!" she said, and looked at Harry. My mom ran back in the kitchen, followed by pans clanking and hitting each other. Harry and I exchanged looks and grins when my mom decided to come back out with open arms. "Hi Harry!" she said giving him a hug. "It's so nice to see you again!"

"Hi, Mrs. Stewart. You too." he said, kinda surprised that my mom hugged him.

My mom let go and looked at him. "Oh please," she waved her hand. "Call me Janet!"

 

(Harry's P.O.V.)

 

"Call me Janet!" she told me.

"Okay." I smiled. Ashton was standing by my side and looked a little, embarrassed? Why would she be embarrassed? I don't know. Girls are too hard to read.

Ashton grabbed my arm and said, "So mom, what are you making?"

"Follow me and I will show you!" Janet said. I already like her mom. She seems like a nice lady.

We all followed her into the kitchen and the smell of tacos hit my nostrils. "Mm." I sighed, "That smells delicious!" Oh lawd! My favorite food at my girlfriends house? Hell yeah!

"I agree! Mom is that tacos I smell?" Ashton asked as I looked down at her. She's so cute when she has a confused look on her face. The way she scrunches her nose, furrows her eye brows. It just makes me smile.

"Harry?" Janet asked me taking me out of my thoughts and back to reality.

I flicked my head back to her attention. "Yes Mrs. Janet?" 

She laughed. "Would you like some tacos?"

"Yes, yes, yes. A thousand times yes!" I said just a little to excitedly.

Ashton started laughing. "I take it that is your favorite food?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah!" I smiled at her and laughed along.

Janet told us to sit down and that she'd get our plates for us. I was looking around the kitchen when I saw something covered up in the corner. "What's that?" I asked, pointing to the corner.

Ashton looked confused. "Er, I don't know. Mom, what is that?"

Janet smiled and looked at us. "That, is your birthday present."

Ashton looked at me with a smirk and back at the corner. She got up and walked over to it and lifted the cover up. But she almost looked sad... disappointed.

 

(Ashton's P.O.V.)

An art easel. That's what she got me. The memories came back about my dad and I. I started to tear up, not because of the memories or because of not wanting to paint, I mean I had been wanting to paint for a long time... it's just the memories. I knew I would have to come over it and thanks with the help of my mom, I will.

A tear went down my cheek when Harry came by my side and I smiled. I was happy with my present. Not sad or anything. That's probably what Harry thinks.

Harry wrapped his arm around my waist and looked at me. "Are you okay Ash? Why are you sad?"

Knew it. My mom came over and patted my back. "I'm not," I explained, "I'm happy. These are happy tears. I'm crying happy tears." I cried.

Harry pulled me in for a hug and after that I gave my mom a hug. "Thank you mom." I said.

She pulled me away from her and looked into my eyes. "Your welcome sweetie."

She glanced at the clock and her eyes got big. "What's the matter?" I sniffled.

"Um, well. I have to go do one last thing for work so I won't be home tonight." she stated. "But since you are always here by yourself. I guess you can let Harry stay the night for as long as he wants too."

I looked at Harry with puffy eyes. "Do you want to?" I asked.

He shrugged and hid a smirk planted behind his lips. "Sure, I don't mind."

My mom smiled. "Oh Harry you are a life saver!" she exclaimed. Mom went over to the left over meat and put it in the fridge, along with the side things. She sighed as she grabbed her purse. "Make sure you eat. Eat leftovers in the fridge or order pizza for dinner. I'll make sure to be back as soon as possible. I love you Ashton." she said and placed a kiss on my forehead. "Bye Harry." and with that she walked out the door.

It was really quite for a while when we just stood there. My cheeks were still wet and stained from my tears so I got a paper towel to wipe them off. "Aren't you gonna eat?" I asked him.

He looked up from the plate. "Not until you do." he smiled.

I smiled back and sat down. I picked up a glass of water my mom had sat down for the both of us. "Let's eat."

 

~  .  ~

 

Harry and I got done eating and went upstairs to my room to watch movies. We decided to watch the Shrek series all night as I fell asleep in his arms knowing what I was going to start painting tomorrow. My dad.

 

 

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