Ashley’s P.O.V
I look over at Liam as I climb out of the van. “We’re just gonna stay here, that okay?” asks Harry. It takes a while to realize he's talking to me. “Oh, oh, yeah definitely. Sure. Of course.” I stammer.
“How long do you think it’ll take for you to adjust?” asks Liam. Oh no, I'm irritating him with my constant edginess.
“Oh my god, I'm really sorry for annoying you. I’ll be good. Really. I'm fine.” I squeak, turning to knock on the front door. Liam laughs, making my chest sting.
“No, no. You weren’t annoying me! I was just wondering when you’d adjust to all of us, and all the change.” He clarifies. My mother answers the door.
“Hello, y- Ashley?” she asks, paling. I nod, just as awkwardly. I can’t help feeling incredibly angry at her, for keeping this from me my entire childhood. I have coveted over One Direction- loved them- for three painful years, and she didn’t even have the decency to tell me I'm related to one of them? It makes rage bubble in my stomach.
“Hey, Mrs Stevenson.” I say, extremely awkwardly. Her face falls. “Um, is it okay if I come get some of my stuff?” she nods, moving out of the way so we can all move inside.
“Wait, I thought there were two more.” She frowns, surveying our group. I nod.
“Yeah, there are, but they wanted to stay in the car. Can you tell Layla to be polite?” I ask. My ‘younger sister’ (spawn of Satan? It hasn’t be disproved yet) does everything she possibly can to make sure everyone knows she hates One Direction. At least I know why we’re so different. We aren’t even related. She appears at the top of the stairs.
“Who the hell are you?” she asks me.
“I'm Ashley, you rude little-”
“Quit fighting you two.” Her mum interjects. “Layla, get down here. We have to have a talk.”
“Did you finally sell her to that annoying boyband as their personal servant?”
Niall and I exchange amused looks. "Yes, now I have to get my stuff so I can go. And believe me, however happy you are, I'm way happier."
"You're happy about being someone's servant?"
She is not too great at sarcasm.
"Yes. I'll do their bidding then dance for their amusement."
"Yay!" she yells, running full pelt past me and Liam, Zayn, and Niall, leaving me wondering how I ever thought I was related to her.
When we reach the top of the stairs and walk down the corridor to my room, Liam points to a dent in the wall. "What happened there?"
I laugh. "I think it's Zayn-related injury number two. After the falling down the stair incident but before the car accident."
"Car accident?" they ask simultaneously.
"I'll explain later." I say, hip-bumping my bedroom door open. "Le room of Ashley."
My room is the ultimate statement in Directionerism. Posters coat the walls, some buried forever under others, One Direction decorative pillows almost completely cover the single bed with a 1D doona on it. I have all the dolls sitting on my desk, a 1D tea mug next to an open Math textbook, and my school bag is covered in keyrings. Where the posters aren't, there are pinboards covered in photos of Abby, Riley and I and my desk is covered in drawings. I love to draw. I model all my portraits on actual photos of people; my favourite person to draw is definitely Zayn. Not just because he's pretty, but because I can always make his face come alive, no matter what he's doing or what his facial expressions are. Abby liked to draw too, but our drawing styles were very different, and I always write a song lyric or quote underneath each portrait I draw. She mostly drew cartoons and comics. I draw people.
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Change Your Mind
Fanfic"Why not?" Niall asks, smirking confidently. I roll my eyes. "Because, I don't believe in that BS. Marriage has messed up my life in more ways than you can imagine, and you aren't the one who has to physically push the baby out your-" "Stop, stop."...
