Liam Payne's Step Sister

21: Red Carpet? Part 2

Ellie's P.O.V

I opened the door, singing a quick "I'm back." And all the sudden Harry ran up to me and hugged me.

"Ellie? Why does Harry look like a girl?" Niall asks, moving to my left side and wrapping his arm protectively around my shoulders. "Who's Harry?" Harry asks, in a high pitched, girl-like voice. "Hannah, are these boys bothering you?" I play along. "Yeah. That one in particular." Harry answers, scowling at Niall.

"Ellie? Is that you?" My mother's voice calls out from the living room. "Mom?" I run over to her, jumping into Liam's lap. Liam, who is sitting on the other side of me, while my mother was next to me, starts tickling me. "Oh get off me you demented potato." He chuckles, trying to get me to fall off of him. Then I feel someone pick me up and bring me over to a chair to lay on their lap. I peek up and see Harry smiling down at me.

As soon as he sits down and loosens his grip on me, I snuggle into his warm chest.

"So anyways..." My mom continues. "We need to go to America for a for Thanksgiving." She bluntly says. "Liam is coming too." She says, looking at him.

I glare at Liam, because he didn't tell me this before, and he looks back at me with sadness filling his eyes.

I feel Harry squeeze his arms tighter around my chest. "I don't want you to go." He mumbles against my neck,instantly adding heat to my cheeks as I feel myself blushing. "I saw that." He whispers, chuckling. "Oh shut up." I whisper, hitting his chest.

"So? We have 4 weeks, Ellie." My mom changes the subject back. "Mrs. Payne. Sorry for asking but why does she HAVE to go to America. Doesn't she get a choice?" Harry tries making her feel bad. "Actually, No. No one else has a choice. Why should she?" She starts to get angry.

"I don't want to." I softly mumble, hoping she didn't hear me. "Ellie Curry! You will go to America and you will like it!" She yells. When she finishes, I'm fuming with anger. "Get out of my house, Mother!" I scream, wiping tears from my eyes. "This doesn't change wether you're going or not!" She yells, angrily walking to the door with me closely behind. "Get out!" I yell, slamming the door behind her.

Niall runs down the stairs from his room. "What's wrong? Why is she crying?" He asks Louis. I hear a door, from upstairs, slam shut. Zayn rushes down the stairs and hugs me. "Shhh. It's ok. What's wrong, luv?" His soothing voice comforts me. Liam calmly walks over, looking ready to explain. "Liam, what's wrong?" Zayn looks up, tears threatening to spill. "Ellie's mum called her a Curry." He explains. "So what?" Louis asks. "That's her dad's last name." He plainly says.

"Ellie? Are you ok?" Harry peeks out from the living room. "Yeah." I sniff. "She speaks!" Louis yells, throwing his hands in the air.

I look up from my teary hands and notice the 4 sets of arms wrapped around me, not including Louis' flying arms.

"We have to get ready." I Liam gasps, looking at his watch. "Just 5 more minutes?" Zayn sadly sighs.

"Ellie can't go yet." Louis realizes. "She has to be one of our dates." He explains. "She can be my date." Harry pipes up. "Let's just go get ready." I change subjects. Slightly.

I push the boys off me and walk up to my room to change.

~*~

After putting on my dress, straightening my hair and curling the tips, and applying half my makeup, I hear a knock on the door.

I open the door and am faced by Harry. "Wow..." He stares at my dress and places his hands on my waist. "You look... Stunning." He says. "You're such a bad liar." I giggle. "I'm not lying." He innocently states. "So anyways, I wanted to ask you about being my date. And in that dress, it would kill me if you said no." Harry smirks. "If I said yes, would you stop staring at me?" I say, embarrassed by the way his eyes took every inch of me in. "I would. But it's impossible not to." Harry steps closer to me but makes sure to keep his hands on my waist. "Fine. I'll be your date." I sigh, giving in. Harry presses his lips to my neck. "And maybe after the awards, we could go spend the night in a hotel." He seductivily whispers. "I don't think so, Styles." I back away. "No. I swear I didn't mean it like that. I just meant we could get away from the boys for a bit." He says, pushing back a strand of loose hair. "I know what you're thinking about, Harry. And no." I try to step out the door only to be blocked by him. "I'm serious! I wouldn't ever do that... again..." He whispers the last part. I try one last time to push past him and succeed.

~*~

We arrive at the red carpet and there's flashing cameras everywhere. I really should've thought this through. I absolutely hate having my picture taken.

"Just stay by me." Harry warns, taking my hand. Niall takes a step closer to me and does the same with my other hand, earning a glare from Harry. "Niall, wait." I stop in my tracks and let go of both his and Harry's hands. "What?" He stares into my eyes. I silently tighten his tie and give him a kiss on the cheek. "For good luck." I smile.

"I don't get a kiss?" Harry pouts from next to me. In return I give him a quick peck on the cheek.

                          ~*~

After the awards, I head to a hotel with Harry after he promises everyone that nothing would happen.

"Are you afraid of me?" He suddenly asks after sitting for an hour, watching TV. I quickly bite my lip but stop before he notices. The thing is, I am scared of Harry. Well... Only when he's being flirty.

"So... Yes?" He asks after I shove a pillow in front of me. "A little bit..." I quietly admit.

"I'm sorry." He suddenly admits. "For what?" I ask, removing the pillow and facing him. "For hurting you like I did our first night with each other." He turns to me and puts his hand to my cheek, while circularly moving his thumb.