Harry Styles' Little Sister

Chapter 4

**NIALLS POV**
"Hey, Haz?" I asked thoughtfully staring out the limo window.
"Yeah?" He replies.
"What are the pills for?" Everyone else was asleep so I thought it would be the perfect time to ask. Even though there was only 5 minutes left in the car ride.
"The first one I gave her, that was for anxiety. She doesn't usually need them, but I could tell she needed it then." He began, "The second one is for ADHD she's supposed to have that one every day but I'm worried." Harry confesses and I look at him confused.
"Why?" I ask. A simple question with a not so simple answer.
"Well she hadn't taken the pill for nearly three days, ever since she was four she's taken them every day. And she's 11 now, Niall." Harry says as we pull into the drive way.
"It'll be okay." I whisper as Harry picks up Winnie and I shake the other boys awake. Well more like jump on them. "LIIII-" Harry cuts me off pointing to a sleeping Winnie. I sigh and 'gently' shake the boys awake. They wake up following Harry to the door when he opens it Liam takes Winnie and sets her on the couch. She immediately sits up.
"You okay, babe." I hear Liam coo.
"Yeah," Winnie replies, "I just didn't wanna walk." my face goes chalk white as I walk into the room. She heard us, she was awake.
"What did you hear." I say to Winnie and she shrugs.
"Why were you and Haz talking about my pills?" She ask
"No reason." I say walking out of the room. "HARRY EDWARD STYLES! GET DOWN HERE!" I shout up the stairs.
"What, mate, I was taking a nap." Harry replied rubbing his eyes.
"Winnie heard us talking about her pills." I say and Harry's face goes chalk-white.
"Winnie, come here." Harry says and we hear her feet coming up the marble stairs.
"Yea, Haz?" She replies, a questioning look on her face.
"What did you hear when me and Niall were talking."
"I heard Niall say 'Hey, Haz.' and everything after that." she states.
"Are you mad?" I ask and she shakes her head. "Thanks." I say pulling her into a hug.
"Can we go see Gemma?" Winnie whines.
"When's the last time you've seen her?" Harry questions.
"Last month." she says and Harry jaw drops.
"So you haven't seen her through any of this?" Harry confirms and Winnie nods her head, "I'll call her." He informs her.
"Thank you, sir." She says standing on her toes to kiss his cheek before racing off back to Liam.

**WINNIE'S POV**
"Liam?" I ask.
"Yeah, pretty girl?" He replies and I push my long curly brown hair behind my ear before asking my question.
"Does Harry love me?" Liam stops in his tracks only move to pause the telly.
"Come here, Win." Liam says and I nod crawling into his lap. "You are Harry's favorite person in the world, he loves you more than anything." He tells me and I nod, "But princess," I turn to face him again, "if Harry ever has a reason not to love you come to me." I nod crawling out of his lap to reach the remote. "And Winnie." Liam says grabbing my hand, " The remote is still mine." I stick my tongue out at him, " OHHHHH, IMMA GO TELL HARRY!!" He shouts racing out of the room.
"And the remote is now mine." I call after him.
"NOOOO!" Liam wails and I hear his knees hit the floor. There is a knock at the door.
"IVE GOT IT!" I call reaching for he door knob. "Hi, Simon!" I immediately say when the door opens to reveal him.
" Hi, Winnie." Simon says picking me up, "You keeping the boys straight?" He ask me seriously.
"Hardly." I reply and Simon sets me down, and I run to the kitchen to get the boys. When I enter the kitchen I find Niall, Liam, and Louis having a contest to see who can fit the most cheese puffs in their mouths. With Harry judging, leave it to him to judge something like this. "Guys Simon is here." I state simply and all the cheese puffs are spit out. All over me. I hold my hands up, as if I'm surrendering.
"Winnie I'm so-" I hear someone say before I cut them off.
"You guys have ten seconds to run." I say annoyed and they all bolt. 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1. "IM COMING" I shout and run up the stairs. As I reach the top step my foot gets caught on the ledge of the step and before I know it I'm on my face. But my face doesn't hurt, my foot does. "HARRY!" I cry. No response. "LIAM." No response. "NIALL!" I'm full on sobbing now. Still no response. "LOU!" I whimper. No response. "SIMON!LOUIS!HARRY!LIAM!NIALL!" I whimper, but I know no one can hear me. I can barely hear myself through sobs. But luckily enough someone comes up the stairs.
"Shhh." The voice coos, " Tell me what hurts." Simon. I point to my ankle, wearily. "Eeeee," he says and I cry even harder.
"It hurts, Simon." I tell him.
"I know." He whispers retreating to the living room. He lays me on the couch handing me ice.
"Thanks." I manage to whisper before allowing sleep to consume me.

(Edited march 26 2017)