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?


29. The Past

"It all started when I was 9..." I say not knowing if I should go on or not.

Harry put his hand on my shoulder. "It's okay. I'm right here. Go on."

I nodded and looked back at the painting. "My dad, he was like a best friend to me ever since I was little.."


~Flash Back~

"Daddy!" I yelled as I ran downstairs and into the basement.

He looked up at me and put down his paint brush and paint board. "Hey sugar!" My dad said picking me up and spinning me around. He sat me on the side of his hip while holding me, standing up.

"Guess what!" I exclaimed excitedly.

My dad thought for a second. "Hm.. What?"

"My birthday's today!!!!" I yelled with my hands up in the air.

My dads jaw dropped and his eyes widened. "Really?" I nodded with a huge grin. "Can't believe my baby girl is turning 7! You're growing up too fast."

He kissed me on the cheek and we turned toward his canvas that he had. I gasped at the picture. "I was gonna save it for later today, but I guess I can give you an early present." he said.

He set me down and I walked over towards it and felt the painting. "It's-it's... me."

Dad bent down next to me. "Yes it is Hun."

"I love it daddy!" I said hugging him. "Thank you."

"Welcome sweetie."

~End of That Flash Back~


"He was never the same that day. I mean, he still painted, but he never looked the same."

Harry looked at me concerned. "What do you mean by that?"

My eyes started to water. "The color in his face was off. He always looked tired, sick. He just didn't look right after my birthday party."


~Flash Back (two years later, she is 9 now)~


My dad walked into the house after coming home from work.

He sighed and sat his coat and hat down on a chair. I ran up to him and gave him a hug. "Oh! Hi honey." he said, looking tired.

"What's wrong dad?" I asked.

He sighed again. "Nothing. Just. Dad's not feeling very well." He cupped his hand and coughed.. really hard.

"Dad! Are you okay?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." He got up and went straight into his room.


~End of Flashback~


"He started losing hair and everything just got worse by then. He looked really sick. And that's exactly what he was." I said as a tear was rolling down my cheek.

Harry held my hand and wiped the tear that fell down my cheek away. "What do you mean?"

I sniffled. "We found out he had cancer that day, a month before my birthday. And then once I was 13.."




I sat their with my dads hand in mine. I would have never thought cancer would've hit him so hard like this. My dad was only 45, but he looked like a 75 year old grandpa.

Being inside the hospital was the last place I wanted to be. My mom had just got done talking to him and went out of the room crying.

I was crying the whole time he spoke to me.

"I just want you to know... That whatever you want.... Follow your dreams... Don't let anybody get in.... The way... Keep painting...Always know... That... I will.... right... here...." He said slowly, while putting his hand over my heart. I sobbed while looking at him and held his hand over my heart. He smiled weakly and put his hand on my cheek. My dad took in one big breath. "I love you Ashton.... Don't forget... I..... Love... You...Always..." And just like that. He was gone. He had taken his last breath right in front of me.


~End of Flashback~


"His funeral was the worst thing that happened. Seeing him in-in a coffin. That's something I didn't want to see."

Harry's eyes were puffy now.

"That's why me and my mom have been moving around so much. She just wanted to get away from everything. Start new, ya know?"

Tears were coming down like a waterfall from my eyes. Harry was even kind of crying. Two tears were streaming down his cheek. He pulled me close to him and rested his cheek on my head. "I am so sorry." he said.

I just sat there and sobbed into his shoulder. I didn't know what to do. Harry's hug was just so heart felt and warming. It felt right.

To change the subject I looked at him and asked, "When are we going to start the project?"

Harry looked down at me and sniffled. "That's a good question." We laughed for a little bit and then let go of each other. "Do you wanna go find the rest of the group?"

I nodded. "That would be a good idea."


(A/N-- I might update later today! Thanks guys! Love you lots! <3 )

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