Liam Payne's Step Sister

22: He loves me?

Ellie's P.O.V

"Harry?" I mumble. "Hmm?" He replies, looking into my eyes. "Why are you acting like this?" I look away from his piercing stare. "I... I need to tell you something." Harry stutters, sitting up in the bed.

Harry's P.O.V

I'm telling her. I mean, it's now or never right? "Ellie... I..." I stop. Can I really tell her how I feel? How much her smile means to me and how amazing she is?

"Ellie. I... I love everything about you. I love your smile, I love your cute little dimple and I really love your wavy brown hair." I start. "You make me feel... Well, there aren't even words to describe it. And I know I can be a cheeky dickhead sometimes. But I'm trying to be perfect. For you." I finish. I pull the jewelry box out of my pocket and hand it to her.

"Harry..." She sighs, opening the box. "Do you like it?" I take the little heart locket necklace and put it around her neck. "I didn't know you-" Ellie starts. "That I love you?" I finish for her, looking down.

She takes my hand and uses her free hand to tip my chin up. "You do?" She asks with nervousness filling her eyes.

Ellie's P.O.V

Harry doesn't love me... Does he? And anyways, he would probably say something like that to trick me into being his little girl toy or something.

"Have you ever been in love before?" He asks. "It's the best feeling in the world. But only if the other person feels the same." He answers his own question.

"I've never actually been in love before..." I mumble. "I think that should change." He says, getting so close to me that our foreheads touch.

"Harry. Stop." I back away. "You're crazy." I smile. "Crazy about you..." Harry smirks back at me, his eyes glistening with the slightest hint of truth.

"Just go to bed already." I try and shove him off the bed. But he only ends up inches away from falling off.

I hear the familiar sound of the song, What Makes You Beautiful, playing from my vibrating phone. As the screen lights up, I see that Liam is calling.

"Hello?" I pick up the phone.
"Ellie? Where are you? Do you know where Harry went?" He immediately asks, his voice filled with worry. I can almost imagine him pacing the floor as he talks to me, obviously stressed out.
"I have Harry with me." I answer his last question.
"And...?" Liam pushes.
"And... We're in a hotel." I softly say. Liam isn't the kind of person that wants you to be alone with someone. Especially with me, I can never be alone with anyone.
"Why?" He simply asks, surprising me.
"It was Harry's idea." I instinctively stand up for myself. "Hey!" Harry shouts.
"We would come back now, but it's late and I'm tired. Goodnight Liam." I hang up, not even waiting for his response.

"I'm tired." I yawn, switching off the TV. "Then go to bed." Harry chuckles, turning it on again. "I can't." I reply, snatching the remote from his fingertips. "Why not?" He faces me, looking curious. "I can't sleep if there's noise." I explain, adjusting myself in the one bed that sat in the middle of the hotel room.

I end the conversation by curling up under the soft covers. Harry took a blanket from the closet by the door of the room and laid down on the couch to sleep.

I slipped off into unconsciousness and woke a few seconds after my eyes had closed. Someone had gotten on to the bed.

I felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around me as realization hit. "Harry...?" I cautiously asked. "Are you um... Wearing anything?" I stutter, flustered. "Maybe..." He smirked.

"You can't sleep here if you don't have any clothes, Harry." I scolded out of embarrassment. "Fine." He caves.

I hear rustling as Harry slips into his clothes.

"I hate you." I mumble. "Goodnight, luv." He chuckles.

Harry's P.O.V

After a few minutes of me spooning her, Ellie started to mumble the cutest things.

"Please don't Daddy." She mumbles. A few seconds later she curls up into a ball. Well, the best ball you can do when you're asleep at least. Then she relaxes and I stare at her as her chest rises and falls.

~*~

I wake up to a sleeping Ellie next to me on the hotel bed. I decide to order her favorite breakfast from room service, pancakes with whipped cream and bacon.

After a few minutes of browsing through my Twitter, I heard a soft knock on the door.

I take the food from the maids hands and place it on the table by the bed.

I throw the blanket off of Ellie and wrap my arms around her waist so I can pick her up from behind. She squeals and giggles. Then kicks out her legs until I let go.

"I'll get you back for that." She grumbles. That's when she noticed her favorite breakfast sitting on the bedside table.

"Nevermind." Ellie instantly pipes up, grabbing the fork and digging in to the waffle.