**************Brie’s P.O.V***********
“Aily! Get up! You are our ride lets go, lets go, LETS GO!” I yell as I run to the 2nd floor. We have 4 floors. The fourth floor is our dad’s; third floor is Aily, Katie, and mine; the second floor is our brother, Aily’s brother and his band.
Yeah, Aily’s related to Harry Styles. It’s pretty cool. Me? I’m related to Niall Horan. It should be amazing, but it’s not. We HATE each other.
“Harry! Liam! Louis! Zayn! And Neil!!! Get up it’s time for school!” I yelled as I hit the boys’ floor. I walk down the stairs to see the boy’s, the twins, and Aily (who by the way is making breakfast). “REALLY!! You guys hate me… Hey Katie, Hey John y’all ready for your first day of school?” Katie nods her head as John shakes his.
“Yeah, we totally hate you” Aily says as she gives me a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
“Well I do…” Niall says as he takes a piece of bacon of the serving plate. Aily smacks his hand saying; “ Niall Horan you know better. Dad hasn’t eaten. Katie baby girl can you go get daddy?”
“Yes ma’am” she says as she runs up the stairs.
“That girl is so well behaved” Zayn says and Aily blushes.
“Umm…Thanks I raised her well” Aily tugs her jacket sleeve over her hands.
“Guys go to the van. I’ll be there in a minute.” She says as Katie comes down the stairs.
“Oh and Niall don’t mess with Brie please.” She runs up the stairs.
“Hey Brie wanna race?” Niall says as Aily disappears but I’m up and out the door already.
Zayn yells “SHOT GUN!!!” but I just keep walking.
*************** Aily’s P.O.V********
As I walk away I hear Zayn yell “SHOT GUN!!!”I gasp. "Oh no" I thought "what if he sees my cuts and scars?"
I pull my sleeves up to see my arms are covered from shoulder to wrist in scars. No one in the family knows I do this.
Since my brother went on The X Factor and joined a boy band I’ve cut. It’s been 6 years since then. I don’t want him to know. If Harry found out so would Zayn… If you have not noticed, I’m in love with Zayn Malik, but I can’t tell him because he is still with Perrie Edwards. Only if he… "No Allison think, think he won’t like you anyway."
I grab my bag, pushing my sleeves back down and run out to the van. I stop and run to the kitchen grabbing the keys and then run out and jump in to the van.
“Guys you buckled?” I hear a groan from Brie and Niall.
“No groaning you two buckle up now!!”
“Fine” they both say at the same time.
“Hey knock it off. No you knock off, No-” they were stopped when Harry smacked them in the back of the head.
“Now shut up both of you.” He says.
“Thanks Bubba” I said.
“No problem… Now can we get to school? I want to actually go to school…”
“Yeah, Yeah.” I pull out of the driveway.
“So…Aily? Are you okay?” Zayn asked because I was gripping the steering wheel tightly.
“Yeah, Yea-” I got cut off by Liam yelling; “AILY YOUR BLEEDING!!!”
I look at my right sleeve to see blood seeping through. "Shit, I must have scratched my arm with my hoodie."
“What the hell Allison? Why are you bleeding?” Zayn says as I pull up to the elementary school, letting Katie and John out.
“Look don’t worry I’m fine… ZAYN NO!!!” I say as Zayn pulls up my sleeve to find the source of the blood.
The whole van gasp (besides Brie she’s asleep in the back) at the same time, then goes quiet.
“Aily…” Zayn says quietly, looking in to my eyes. He touches the scars on my wrist and I pull away quickly.
I look in to the rearview mirror to see Harry giving me his famous “I pity you” look.
“Lets go…” Brie says sleepishly.
“Why is it so quiet?” she asks.
As I pull out of the parking lot I pull my sleeve down and start driving the next 2 miles to the high school.
“Because- OW Aily! That hurt…” Zayn says as I punch his arm mumbling shut up.
Zayn is rubbing his arm as I park in my normal spot in the parking lot of the school.
