Nialls model sister (COMPETED)

Chapter 1

This isnt my book it is from Quizfest writen by harry styles

Ashton pov: “Hi little Theo.” I smiled at my nephew. He grunted in response. I laughed. “You’re too cute hm? Yes you are, yes you are!” I cooed tickling his belly. “Let’s fix your flat hair, yeah?” I asked mainly to myself. I stuck it up and realized it looked exactly like Niall’s when it was styled. I laughed. “Ashton, hush up and let him nap.” Greg said from The drivers seat of the car. “Sorry.” I laughed. “So, before we get there, honey I have a question.” Denise said turning around. I nodded. “You keep getting smaller and smaller. We can see your ribs. Is something going on?” She asked. I blushed. “Erm, sorta. I guess being a model you should be able to fit in the smallest clothes. No big deal. I’ll get it back.” I lied knowing I’d be this way for the rest of my modeling career. We finally got to the air port. “I get to go see Uncle Niall!” I said to Theo smiling. He giggled and slobbered making me laugh. “Thanks for the ride, guys. Love you lots, I’ll see you in a month!” I smiled and grabbed my heavy luggage that I struggled to carry and put on the moving thingy. I boarded the plane and put my headphones in. America here I come. After sleeping the whole way there I finally arrived. I walked out and grabbed my heavy luggage. I slowly walked forward struggling to move them. Suddenly two people came over and grabbed it. I was about to protest before I saw it was Liam and Harry. “Thank you.” I smiled. Then I saw Niall. I ran over to him and hugged him. “Hey bub!” He said squeezing me tightly. “Hey, Ni.” I smiled. “Alright, let’s get you to the hotel. Jet lagged?” He asked with his arm around my shoulders. “Very.” I laughed. I sat with my feet up and my head on Niall’s shoulder trying to stay awake but it wasn’t working. I got uncomfortable and put my head on whoever was next to me. They woke me up and I realized it was Zayn. “Sorry.” I laughed. He smiled. “It’s alright.” He showed me my own room for the next couple days. The boys sat my luggage down and left so I could sleep the jet lag away. Niall pov: “Niall..” All the boys surrounded me. “Yeah?” I asked. “Your sister is…different…” Liam said. “What? How?” “You don’t notice? She has no fat what so ever. She looks unhealthy.” Harry said. “I didn’t notice…” I walked into her hotel room and looked at her sleeping figure. Oh goodness, they’re right. “Oh…” “She’s a model, right? That’s probably why. They can force them to do fasting so they lose weight fast.” Liam said. I bit down on my lip. “That’s not good…” They shook their heads. “I mean, she’s still but I thought she was more hot when she had more meat on her bones…” Harry said. I punched his arm. “Back off my sister.” He laughed and put his hands up in defense. “I’m going to make her eat like she’s never eaten before while she’s here.” I said. A few hours later she was in comfortable clothes and came out rubbing her eyes. “We got food!” I announced sitting her at the table. We all sat down and started eating. “You alright, Ash?” I asked. She nodded. “I’m fine, why?” “You’ve eaten one bite of your food.” I said. “Oh, no nothing I’m just, nothing.” SHe started eating more. Then she took really long breaks between bites. She didn’t get to finish her food before she ran back into her room. I stood up and followed her. She was puking in the hotel toilet. I groaned. “Ashton, is there a problem with the food?” I asked. She shook her head. “Can we talk about it later? It’s sort of embarrassing.” I nodded and left her alone. “She okay?” Harry asked. “She’s fine. I guess. She said that we’d talk later.” “When’s Perrie coming up?” Liam asked changing the obviously uncomfortable subject. “Em, a few days. Her band is still on tour. Their break is in a few days.” We all nodded. Ashton came out about a half hour later. We were all lounging around in Liam’s hotel room. I was sitting on the ground with my back against his bed. She came in silently and looked around. She walked over and sat on my lap. “You alright?” I whispered. She nodded. “Hey, I’m gonna go get some snacks. Ice cream, junk food. Anyone?” Everyone nodded and I got up apologizing to Ashton. When I came back she was sitting on Harry’s lap. Harry was siting on the bed and she was on his lap. I gave everyone snacks and made Harry and Ashton last. “Try anything and die.” Ashton pov: I wanted this month to be normal. My brother and his friends having fun. But this stupid eating habit is doing everything wrong. I ate a chocolate bar and some ice cream. “Ashton, wanna come back on my lap?” Niall asked. “No, thanks. Harry’s comfortable.” I laughed moving further into the curly boys warmth. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and listened to the conversation. “No, but, remember the girl in Chicago who chased the bus like five miles before quitting?” Zayn asked. The boys nodded. “Ashton, you’re a model, right?” Liam asked. “Yeah.” “Is it fun?” He asked. “No, really it’s not. In the beginning it was but now I hate it. Well, I hate where I’m signed to. I want different management.” I said. On cue my phone rang revealing my managers name. I stood up and walked into my hotel room. “Hello?” I answered, irritated that she’s calling me on my break. “We have a job for you.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m on holiday. I’m in America.” "Well get on the next flight back to Ireland. “No way. I’m on break. You can’t make me.” “Yes I can, Ashton. We’re in charge of you. Which means everything you do. You can see your brother later.” She said in monotone. “No I can’t! You don’t get it, do you?! He’s on tour right now! He won’t be home for a good three months! I miss him! I haven’t seen him in six months! You can’t do that!” I half yelled trying to keep quiet. “Fine. Don’t come here but your new boyfriend is coming up for a visit.” She said sassily. “That French model? He’s not even cute. Not my type at all.” I argued. “Well, he should be knocking on your hotel room door soon. You tell everyone he’s your boyfriend or you’re ruined. I have my ways. Not even those boys. Bye, doll!” He hung up and I sighed. I rubbed my temples and looked down at my pajamas. Seconds later l heard the boys talking to someone. “Who are you?” And. “What are you doing here?” Were some of the things I heard a few doors down. Dang, they were loud. I walked down until I opened Zayn’s door. “Oh, I don’t know. Manager told me find it.” The French weirdo said. I sighed. “Guys, that’s Dennis. He’s well um, sort of my boyfriend.” I said wincing at every word that came from my mouth. I looked at each boy. Liam and Zayn’s mouths were open. Harry looked confused, Niall looked angry and Louis was staring at Dennis. “You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend…” Niall said walking over to me. I hugged him and whispered in his ear. “He’s really not. Management thing. Help.” I pulled away and took a step back when Dennis walked over to me and wrapped his arm around me. I shrugged away from his touch. “Are you alright?” He asked. “Um, I uh…yeah. Just tired. Lets go to my room.” I said and turned to lead him into the room.