Nialls model sister (COMPETED)

chapter 2

Ashton pov: I grunted being shoved off of the bed. “Hey!” I yelled seeing Dennis on the bed. All four of the days he’s been here, he’s taken the couch. For obvious reasons. “Shut up. I’m not sleeping on the couch.” He said rolling over. I pushed him. “Get off, now.” “What are you gonna do? Hurt me? You’re far too weak.” He laughed. I huffed. “You can’t do this. We’re not together. You’re a fake boyfriend. Doesn’t that make you feel like crap?” I asked sassily. Suddenly, a string of swear words, rude comments, anything he could think bad about any part of me was spoken before be laid his head back down and went back to sleeping. I walked into the hall and started crying. After a few minutes I decided to go back in. I turned every light on and went to the side of the bed. “Go away, turn the lights off, idiot.” He said harshly. “Tell me what to do again, I dare you.” I said. He faced me and I raised my eyebrows. “Go. Away.” He smiled when I hesitated. “See, you did nothing now let me- oh god!” He yelped when my fist connected with his nose. Suddenly I was cornered and he was screaming at me. Insults were coming like bullets. I curled myself into a ball and screamed for him to stop. That only made him want to go further. My eyes were clamped shut and I felt the tears rush down my cheeks. Suddenly he was ripped away from me and I was lifted to my feet. I looked over and Niall was on top of the French model. I looked up and saw Harry. His arms were wrapped protectively around me. “D-different room.” I whispered. He brought me into the room in front of mine. I sat on the bed and Harry sat in front of me. “What happened?” He asked. “He shoved me off of my bed. He was suppose to be sleeping on the couch. He’s not my real boyfriend. It’s management crap. I kept trying to get him off of the bed and he just started at me with hateful words. Then I sort of punched him in the nose because he was being rude and saying that I couldn’t hurt him. So then he cornered me and started yelling.” I said quietly. “Aww, well it’s alright now.” I scooted closer to him and let him hold me. “You’re a great friend, Harry.” I mumbled with my cheek on his shoulder. “It’s what I’m here for..” He said. I’ve known Harry obviously since the boys were brought together. He’s always been super nice to me, just like the rest of the boys have. After a few minutes Zayn, Liam and Louis came in. “Are you alright?” Zayn asked. I nodded. “Did he hurt you?” Louis asked. “No.” I shook my head. They asked for me to explain again. I ended up crying again because I’m the most sensitive person on the planet. Niall pov: When security came they took me off of the French idiot and escorted him out. I searched all the rooms and found everyone in Harry’s. Ashton was facing Harry with her forehead on his shoulder. His arms were wrapped around her. “Ashton.” I said walking toward her. “She fell asleep.” Liam said. I pulled at my hair. “How dare that idiot treat her that way. So what if it’s not even a real relationship? You don’t treat people, especially girls that way! That’s my little sister and she does not deserve that.” I huffed in anger. When I looked back over she was laying on her side, Harry was still sitting with his back pressed against the head board and her arms were around his waist. Harry was petting her hair. I sighed and pulled my fingers through my hair. “Alright…I’m going to bed then..” I said. The rest of the boys agreed. “Are you gonna take Ashton to her hotel room?” I asked Harry. “No, I’ll let her sleep in here for tonight.” I just nodded, too tired and stressed to argue and walked out. Harry pov: I looked down at the broken girl beside me. I laid beside her and looked at her face. Cheeks still red from crying, freckles less dominate against her reddened cheeks. Her dark hair laying behind her shoulder. This was a girl who needed someone to fix her. Someone to get her back to normal. Someone to love and care for her. Someone to be there. To hear her Irish accent every day and look forward to seeing her face. I want that person to be me. I know I’d take great care of her and love her endlessly. I also know Niall would never approve. The next morning I saw Niall eating cereal. “Niall.” I whispered sitting in front of him. “Hm?” He asked with a mouth full. “Can I take Ashton out for coffee or something? Please?” I asked. He thought for a minute. “Why?” “Because I like her. I want to spend more time with her.” I shrugged. “Are you two dating?” He asked. “No, god no. I haven’t spoken anything to her yet.” I said. Wait, you’re with Taylor. No way." He said. I sighed. “I want you to come too. I just need a little more time. Taylor’s contract isn’t up for another month then we can stop acting like we’re dating. Please, Niall please!” I pleaded. He nodded and shooed me away. I went back into my room and saw Ashton sitting up on the bed and rubbing her eyes. “Did I sleep in here last night?” Her voice light from sleep. “Yeah.” “Oh, sorry. You should of woken me and brought me to my room.” She said standing up to leave. I caught her shoulder and spun her around. “It’s fine. I was in here too. Um, wanna find a StarBucks? And maybe get something um yeah. Niall’s coming too. I have to meet people there.” I asked nervously. “Yeah, that’d be nice.” She smiled. We all got ready and met in the lobby. We called a taxi and waited patiently. Ashton pov: I sat next to Niall and Harry sat across the table from us in our booth. Our drinks were called and Harry went up to get them. Suddenly a tall gorgeous blonde walks in. “Oh my gosh Niall it’s Taylor Swift!” I whispered excitedly. Niall sighed and nodded. “Yep. That’s her.” “Niall she’s walking over here!” I said trying to keep my excitement in. Taylor sat down in front of us and I smiled. “Is Harry here yet?” She asked. I nodded and pointed over to him. “Nice to meet you, I’m Taylor, Harry’s girlfriend.” My smile dropped. Oh. “You too. I’m Ashton, Niall’s sister.” Harry sat next to Taylor and gave us our drinks. I looked at my cup and noticed more sharpie than there usually was. It said my name with a heart beside it. I noticed lines under the heat protecter thingy on my drink. Instead of it saying “Caution, your drink is very hot.” It said, “Caution, your very hot.” I giggled with the hugest smile on my face. I looked around then up to the register. A brunette with shaggy hair was looking and smiling at me. I blushed and smiled back. He put his pinky and thumb up to his ear and mouthed, “Call me.” I smiled. “I’ll be right back. Im gonna ask for more sugar.” I lied and walked up. “Hi, I’m Ashton.” I smiled at the cute boy. “I’m Troy. And you’re hot.” He said making me laugh. “So, about calling you..?” I asked. I wrote my number on his hand and smiled. “Have a nice day.” He said. “You too.” I walked back to the table and Harry was staring at me. I have him a “Why are you staring at me?” Look and he looked away. I sat back down smiling. “What’s got you so happy?” Niall asked. I shrugged and smiled when he texted me. “She just gave her number to that cashier.” Harry said. “Why’d you do that?” Niall asked. I showed him my cup and shrugged. “Why not? I’m not hurting anything.” “Ashton I swear I’ve seen you somewhere before. It was when I was in Ireland…oh! I was at the shoot in Swords! The one where the models had to stand in the rain.” She said. “Really? I never saw you there.” She nodded. “You looked great.” I thanked her and got up. “I’m gonna go back to the hotel. I need to get changed by five.” “Why?” Harry asked. I ignored him and walked out.