Nialls model sister (COMPETED)

Chapter 11

Ashton pov: I laid in my room with pajamas on scrolling through twitter and switching to Instagram a few times. One out of every twenty tweets are nice ones. In the beginning, I had never seen any hate. But now it’s hard. I don’t think I can take much more. I’ve been crying for three days. I haven’t came out of the house, I’ve barely eaten. They don’t like me since I’ve been at a healthy weight. They liked me better before. But I will not go back to it. I need a break. I need to get away for a while. Maybe if I tell Harry we need a break he’ll find someone else, someone who won’t get hate, maybe a singer or a regular girl. One who’s socially acceptable. Thigh gap and all. A quiet one who you never hear about. My evil thoughts were interrupted by my door opening. “Bub! Bub I’m back!” I took a deep breath, wiped tears away and walked into the living room where he stood. “I’ve missed you!” He hugged me and kissed my cheek. “Can we talk?” I asked. He nodded and I sat facing him on the couch. “So, I’ve been thinking…I love you a lot. So much that you’ll never understand Harry..” I said getting choked up again. “I love you too. What’s wrong?” He asked. “It’s too much for me right now.” “What do you mean?” He sounded nervous. “Harry every day I get pages and pages of hate. I’ve been in bed for three days. Never would I ever change to fit in. I’m at a healthy weight and your fans hate it. Hey Ashton, where’d your thigh gap go? Ashton you’re getting fat. Cruel names. I can’t anymore, Harry I’m sorry.” I cried into my hands. “What? Ashton tell me what can’t you do?” “Harry you’ve made me a better person and I love you to death. But, it’s only best if we take a break.” I said trying to calm myself. “What? Ashton tell me you’re kidding. No!” I sighed. “Harry I’m not. I’m sorry okay? I didn’t want it to be this way. I looked at a big future with you. You’re the first person to ever make me feel this way but I know it’s best for both of us that this happens. If I’m out of the picture, less hate for both of us. They think you and Louis are in a relationship and they despise me for it. (Sorry Larry shippers! No hate!) Eleanor’s been there longer, more people care for their relationship than what they think about you and Lou. I’m new to all of this. I can’t be holding you back. You’ll be on tour soon and we won’t have time for each other. You’ll meet a great girl. Maybe in America, or here in the UK. Please trust me when I say this is the best thing for us.” When I looked up I noticed Harry’s glossy eyes. “Ashton I…please don’t do this. I love you more than life itself. I know it’s hard I get hate too! Please don’t leave me over this.” Now Harry was crying. I moved closer and hugged him. “I’m sorry, Harry…maybe sooner or later we’ll call the break off.” “So am I being dumped?” He asked, hurt written all over his face. “N-I don’t know…I guess if you find a better girlfriend then sure, take it that way.” Harry’s fist balled up. “What do you mean if I find a better girlfriend? You’re my girlfriend! You’re perfect for me!” He cried. “Harry please don’t make this harder than it is already. I’ve been crying for days over it. I’m sorry okay?! This makes me feel like the worst person on the planet but I’m sorry! I love you so much, Harry. But this whole hate thing gets to me. I never thought I’d be in a relationship that was so hated. I’m sorry okay?!” I was crying again. Harry nodded. “I promise you’re forgiven. And I promise I’ll change your mind.” He kissed my cheek and left. “Niall?” I asked when he answered his phone. “Can I come to your house? Are you alone?” I asked. “Harry’s here and he’s a wreck. I’ll come over when he leaves.” Harry pov: “Niall I don’t know how it happened. This is all my fault.” I sobbed. Niall rubbed my back. “I know, bro. I’m sorry. She just needs some time. I know how she is. She’s sensitive and fragile. She needs to be treated with the best care.” Niall said. “But I do! Well I thought I did… I don’t know what happened. I don’t understand why she didn’t say anything. I’m gone for a few days and she wants a break?! I love her so much Niall it hurts. I don’t care that we have been together for six and a half months. You have no idea how much I love your sister. She’s the best thing to happen to me and now she’s gone. I couldn’t do anything about it.” Ashton pov: Niall finally called and said I could come over. I walked over in sweat pants and a hoodie. “Ni, the hate is too much. I didn’t want to take a break. I just couldn’t do it anymore.” I started crying again. Niall brought me into a hug. “You know it’s not Harry’s fault, right? He can’t control what fans say.” I nodded. “That’s my problem. It will never stop.. See?” I opened twitter and saw mass amounts of hate. “Nobody does anything about it.” I went to Harry’s page. I gasped seeing an angry tweet from Harry. “Done with the hate. Hurting people I love isn’t okay.” I bit my lip. “Okay I guess not…” Seconds later I got a text from Harry. “Are we still dating?” He texted. I frowned. “Yeah. But if you find someone then no.” He didn’t text back and I sighed. A plus one sign came up on Harry’s twitter page. I clicked on it and it said, “Well I can assure you that will not happen.” I knew it was about the text. I exited out of everything and turned to Niall. “Can we watch a movie? Eat some food?” I asked. Niall laughed. “Course. Pick a film and I’ll bring in snacks.” I nodded and went on Netflix. I scrolled for what seemed like forever until finally picking 21 Jump Street. He came in with the snacks and sat next to me. “I’m glad I have you, Ni.” I said grabbing a hand full of popcorn. He smiled. “Why thank you.” Niall pov: Ashton fell asleep right before it ended. I cleaned everything up and carried her to a guest bedroom. The next day the boys came over. “Alright, before Harry gets here I just want to say don’t ask about Ashton. Not sure if you guys know but Ashton’s called a break. The hate got to her and she completely broke down. She’s upstairs sleeping so I’m sure when she comes down it’ll be awkward between them and she’ll probably wake up and leave.” They all nodded. Soon enough Harry was here and we were all in the living room. “Is that Ashton’s phone?” Harry asked picking up the iPhone with the floral case. He pressed the lock button smiling slightly at her lock screen of the two of them. I nodded and took it from him. “Yeah. She’s upstairs sleeping.” Harry nodded slowly and leaned back. We watched the football match on TV cheering teams on and being quite loud. At about 1:30 in the afternoon Ashton came down still in the same clothes from yesterday. Her hair was messily put up and her shirt was rolled up to her belly button probably from sleeping. “Ni, where’s my phone? I need to call-” She stopped talking when she saw all of us sitting down. She grabbed her phone and began walking away. “Watch the game with us.” I said. “I was just gonna-” “Watch it with us.” I demanded. She rolled her eyes and sat on a separate couch than all of us. Her eyes were glued to her phone. Five minutes later I looked over and she threw her phone behind her and I heard it land on the hardwood floor in the next room. I flinched at the noise. “Why did you just throw your phone?” I asked. She shrugged. “You probably just broke it.” She shrugged again. “I don’t have any good use for it anyways.” She stood up and I saw her face redden and tears build up in her eyes. “Ashton what’s wrong?” I asked nervously. “Shut up Niall. Not like you couldn’t guess it! I’m probably not even good enough for you guys either.” She sobbed running out of my house. I looked around and everyone was shocked. “This is all my fault.” Harry said sadly. “Harry no its not you know it’s out of your control. She knows it too because we talked about it.” Harry sighed and stared at the TV.