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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28. The Painting and Memories

(A/N-- Sorry for not updating for a while, I have a cold and don't feel very well, so if its a little edgy or bad then sorry. Haha! Well, here's this chapter! xoxo)

 

Ashton's P.O.V.

Harry had comforted me way more than I expected him to. It felt good to just walk around and be away from the group. Plus, I can catch up with my best friend...

Harry and I were walking through the galleries arm in arm when he looked at me. "Anything on your mind?"

I looked back up at him. "Well, yeah to be honest." I don't know why but, I feel like I can tell Harry anything and everything.

Harry rubbed my shoulder. "You wanna tell me about it?" he asked.

I sighed. "Why not." I told Harry about what had happened.. when we got back with the group and Tabi had pulled me to the side, what she said, what happened after that with Zayn, what he said and what happened after that. Harry just nodded the whole time like he understood everything. That made me feel better.

"I understand." he paused for a second and looked at me. "Can I get something clear and off my head?" I nodded. "Okay, so you know when I was pulled off by Niall, he had told me to back off of you. I told him that I was looking after you, after all that we have been through but he still told me the same thing. 'Your trying to steal her away from Zayn!' , 'Back off!'." He turned and looked at me. "I'm not getting in the way of anything... Am I?"

I shook my head. "Nope." I said. I knew I was lying because well... I guess he kind of is. I will admit it.. I have feelings for my best friend. They are on and off. But they are still there. They may not be as strong as mine and Zayn's. But they are still there.

Harry smiled. "Okay good. But anyway, I tired to go look for you, since you weren't with the group, but I couldn't find you anywhere. So, I went to the bathroom and found you, well, ya know."

I nodded. "I know what you mean..." I dazed off. To my left was a beautiful painting sitting there on the wall. I stopped walking and admired its beauty. There was a painting of a girl with brown hair, she had her back towards us and was in the middle of a pasture with a flower in her hand watching the sun set. It was beautiful. The way the sun comes out onto the pasture. They way the wind is blowing through the girls hair. The prairie. It was amazing. It reminded me of the old times with my dad.

Harry must have noticed because when I stopped walking so did he. He just looked at me, to the painting, then back at me. "You okay?"

I nodded. "Ya it's just.. This is beautiful."

Harry nodded. "Yeah. It is. But not as beautiful as y-" he stopped midsentence. I know what he was about to say. He looked at me and blushed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud-"

I cut him off, "No it's fine. I needed that... Thank you." I smiled at him and he returned one.

I looked back at the painting and the memories started to fill my mind. My eyes started watering and Harry looked at me.

I laughed. "Sorry. I-"

Harry put his hand on my shoulder. "Ashton, I know there is something wrong. Please tell me." His eyes were filled with sorrow and he was worried.

I took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. "Okay... It's about.." I choked on the word. "My... Dad."

Harry turned his hand in confusion. "Why? What happened? He didn't hurt you did he?"

"No, no. Never. He was the best dad anyone could ever ask for." I said, with a tear rolling down my cheek.

Harry wiped it off and looked at me straight into the eyes. "It's okay. I'm here. You can tell me anything." He smiled and showed off his dimples. Then he pulled me into a hug.

We let go and I looked at him then back at the painting. "It all started when I was 9..............."

(A/N-- Gr ik it's short :/ sorry )

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