My Sister's Boyfriend (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

The Journey Continues (Ch 13)

Liam and Zayn knowing, not as big of a deal as I thought. Well nothing is as bad as I think because with situations like this my imagination tends to run wild. The only thing now was telling Harry. Hmm let me think about that.... NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!!! I lied to Liam and Zayn. These lips ain't spilling anything to him anytime soon. I will just live my live loving from a far and eventually move on. Perfect right? Ahh who am I kidding I'm lying to myself it won't get better unless I at least try to do something about it. I got up from my bed and ran a comb through my hair. Whoever said that it was supposed to be calming was lying their ass off, because all it did was make me more upset every time the brush got stuck because of all the snarls in my hair. Damn you Disney and your unrealistic expectations of hair!! I just needed to relax and go to sleep. Tomorrow we were leaving for the airport to take us to the next location and then we'd get to the part that I've been dreading, the tour bus, where I would be stuck with Jess and Harry and no escape. I groaned into my pillow. WHY DOES GOD HATE ME?! I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep. And for once my prayers were answered.

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"Allie" a voice called out, waking me from my pleasant dreams.

"Go away." I mumbled, throwing a pillow at whoever it was.

"Ow"

Success!

"Allie come on get up."

"No go away Lou."

I screamed as I was suddenly pulled by my feet off the bed and thrown onto the floor with the comforter to break my fall.

"What the hell Louis!?!" I threw the blanket off my head, fuming, ready to kill the Doncaster boy. But instead of Louis, Harry was standing before me with a hint of hurt on his features.

"You called me Louis." He said, his voice leaking a little of the hurt he was trying to hold back. I suddenly felt guilty, but then quickly shook it off. I had no reason to feel guilty.

"I didn't have a reason to think that it would be you." I said while standing up and retreating to the bathroom. I was fortunate enough to have put my clothes in the bathroom the night before. I quickly got dressed in a plain white t-shirt and jean shorts. I put a little make up on and finished getting ready. When I exited the bathroom, Harry was on my bed waiting for me. I ignored him and put on a navy sweatshirt and Toms before checking around the room to see if I had forgotten anything.

"You're already packed?" Harry asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes" I replied. It was quiet for a while until I broke the silence, "Why didn't Lou come and wake me?"

"He wanted to, but I won."

"You won what?"

"Rock-Paper-Scissors."

"Idiots" I mumbled smiling to myself while shaking my head at their idiocy.

Once I finished checking the room, I went to grab my luggage but Harry beat me to it.

"Harry I can get it myself." I huffed.

He shrugged, "I know, but it's the least I could do."

I shot him a smile and did something that I really shouldn't have. I kissed him on the cheek.

"Thanks."

A huge grin broke out on his face, showing off his dimples, "No problem."

I opened the door and we stepped into the hallway to find the others were waiting for us.

"Finally, you guys were taking forever." Jess whined.

Somebody came and took my luggage out of Harry's hand and put it with the others. Jess walked over to Harry attaching like a leech to his arm.