Nialls model sister (COMPETED)

Chapter 32

Ashton pov: I woke around noon still on the couch. My stomach clenched upon seeing Harry was nowhere in the hotel room. I quickly showered and got dressed. I wore black leggings and a jumper with the Eiffel Tower on it. I dried my hair and then braided it back. It looked lovely outside. I grabbed a granola bar, wrote a short note and walked out. “No room service breakfast for you today, huh?” The boy asked getting ready to knock on the room next to us. “No.” I walked past him and took the elevator down. I could go to the French cooking class I planned for Harry and I. Or I could walk around. I chose to walk around. I decided on the second option. I decided to visit a few stores. I bought a pack of gum in a grocery. I bought some jumpers and decided to go back to the store in which I had purchased the dress with the broken zipper. I browsed around with a few things draped over my arm when I noticed a familiar head of curly hair. He was talking to a woman. I looked around and saw an employee. The girl Harry was talking to was definitely not an employee. Harry was standing in front of a rack of dresses. The girl was smiling at Harry and saying something that made him smile. Jealously raved through me. Harry couldn’t cheat on me. He just wouldn’t. So I pushed that away. I went up to the cash register. “Oh you were here the other day! Ashton, right?” The woman said loudly. I nodded. “How did you and your husband enjoy the tower?” She asked ringing out my things. “Great, it was amazing.” I smiled. “Eighty-five fifty-nine. Credit?” She asked. I nodded and swiped my card. “Oh my! How didn’t I see this before?!” The woman screeched. I raised an eyebrow. “Your husband is Harry Styles! Your brother is Niall!” I nodded slowly and took the recite from her hand. “Have a nice day.” Harry was staring at me like I was a ghost. I walked out with my bags and decided to head home. I was putting the new clothes away when Harry got back with a bag of his own. I put the plastic bags in a larger plastic bag for any time we needed one. Once I finished I walked into the kitchen and searched in the cabinets. “I’m sorry..” I heard from behind me. I turned around and saw Harry with a sad expression. “I was a jerk. I was mad that we got rained out and I was being a total arsehole. I’m sorry I broke your dress and yelled at you..” He said. “It’s okay.” I breathed out quietly. “No it’s not. I’m sorry I called you a terrible wife. You’ve only been one for about a week and I think you’re the best. Obviously I say things I don’t mean when I’m angry and I’m really really sorry. So basically you probably think I was flirting with that girl at the store.” He said. I shrugged and sat up on the counter. “Really, I was asking for her opinion. I bought you the dress again.” He pulled it out of the bag and I smiled. “Thank you.” “I also got you this one. I thought you might like it.” He pulled out a strapless black dress with the back taken out and I smiled. “Harry you don’t have to buy me things to make me forgive you.” I said softly. “I was a jerk, though.” I laughed. “Yes, you were but it’s okay! I was probably being a jerk too.” Harry sighed. “Can we still go to your surprise place?” Harry asked. I checked the time and nodded. Harry took my hand and carried me down to the taxi. “Harry, why?” I giggled. “You hurt your ankle yesterday.” I smiled. We arrived at the bakery and I smiled. “A bakery?” Harry asked. “Yes. We’re going to learn how to make some French desserts.” Harry smiled at me and I led him in. They gave us aprons and began leading the way. We were a mess by the end of it. Flour, icing, chocolate, everywhere on us. I smiled at Harry. There was flour in his hair, icing wiped across the top of his cheekbones, and chocolate in the corner of his mouth from eating delicious desserts. We got to take the sweets with us. We took a trip to the loo to clean up. Once we were both clean we came out, got the sweets and left. “That was fun, babe.” He kissed my cheek and grabbed my hand. Harry pov: Ashton wore the black dress I purchased earlier today and we were at the club. French clubs were much different than ones back home. They seemed fancier. Not the people, just the decor and such. The people were dancing like I’ve never seen before. I wanted to barf but Ashton kept telling me to just focus on myself and her. She seemed to be enjoying herself. A bit tipsy, her hands grasped my biceps to stay standing straight. Once she regained her balance she started dancing again. I felt the dress ride up and felt protective. I pushed it down and kept it in place so no one else could see. I danced with her making sure to keep the dress in place. “Harry stop.” She said softly. She pressed her palm against my chest. “Stop what?” I asked. “Dancing. I want a drink. I’ll be right back.” She said. “No, no, no. That bartender has been flirting with women all night. Not gonna happen. Stay right here and I’ll get it.” I kissed her forehead and walked off to grab drinks. I got what Ashton asked for and returned. She smiled up at me. An hour passed and we were pretty much drunk. Not hammered, just drunk. Some more time passed and Ashton’s moves became lazy as did mine. I put her under my coat with me and we hopped in a taxi. We made it back to the hotel safely and Ashton pressed me against the wall in the elevator. Her moves were aggressive as we kissed. I took over pushing her against the other wall. We stumbled down the hall, kissing nearly the whole way. We made it to the door and she was grinding her hips up to mine making me groan. She kissed my neck while I fumbled with the room card. I smirked upon seeing the food delivery boy. I decided to let Ashton continue. I leant down to kiss her lips. I pulled away and pretended to try to find the room key again while Ashton left love bites and kissed up my jaw. The boy had a look of shock? Horror? Whatever it was it was entertaining me. He ran down the hall and I laughed opening the door. Ashton pov: I woke up feeling dizzy. Two Advils and a glass of water sat on the bedside table. I took them and laid back down for a moment. I sighed and decided to sit up. I got dressed into pajamas and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and hair and Harry walked in. He was shirtless and in boxers. “Morning, angel.” He said kissing my cheek. “Morning.” I wrapped my arms around his warm waist as he examined something in the mirror. “Dang, I think everyone is going to know you’ve owned me.” Harry laughed. “What?” There was purple and red marks all over Harry’s chest, neck and jaw. “Did I do that?” I asked, face reddening. “Yes. And I did that, and that, and that, and that, oh, that.” Harry laughed poking at the ones he had given me. “I ordered room service a few minutes ago.” Harry said. I nodded. “You can answer the door.” Harry winked at me. I raised my eyebrow and he laughed. “Goodness, baby. Wear shorts that cover ya bum.” Harry laughed pulling them down. “Sorry, they probably rode up when I sat down.” I kissed his cheek. A knock on the door forced us away and I grabbed the money from Harry’s hand. I opened the door and immediately the boys face reddened and he looked down. He pushed the cart in and took the money. What was going on? Once he left Harry lost it. He was laughing so hard. “What just happened?” I asked. “Well, last night while I was finding the room card he was at the room next to us and saw you give me a few of these.” He pointed to his neck and it was my turn to go red. “Oh boy..” I said covering my face with my hands. “Hey, maybe he won’t flirt with you anymore especially if he can’t look you straight in the eye.” Harry said. I couldn’t help but laugh. I spun around when I heard my phone ring. “Hey Ni.” I said smiling. “Ashton?! Are you okay?!” He asked. I looked up at Harry. “I’m fine? What’s going on?” I asked. “There was a huge headline about how you and Harry got into a rough accident on your way out of the hotel and Harry didn’t answer his phone so I panicked.” I smiled. “We didn’t get into a wreck. We are both completely fine. Nothing happened to us at all.” “Okay good. Are ya having a good time?” He asked. “Yes. It’s amazing here. We went to the Eiffel Tower and it was just gorgeous.” I said making myself a plate of food. “Awesome. Well I’ll let you go. See you soon!” Then he hung up. “Niall thought we got into a car accident. Apparently there was a huge headline about it. People are crazy for making that crap up.” “Wow..” He wrapped his arms around me and I hugged him. “So, what to do today?”