Liam Payne's Step Sister

24: Sleepover Games

Louis' P.O.V

I was struggling to get on Harry's shoulders when suddenly Ellie and Niall come charging at us.

"Hurry up Harold!" I yell. Just then, he hoists me on his shoulders and makes a run for it.

I glance behind us only to see Zayn on Liam's shoulders in the shallow end of the pool.

"Look out!" I yell. Ellie and Niall had changed directions and were headed straight towards them. I looked ahead and saw that Harry and I had nowhere to go. Glancing over to the shallow end again, I see Ellie push Zayn over into the water and then run in a small victory circle with Niall.

That's when she turns and gives me an evil smirk. "She's coming..." I dramatically warn Harry.

Ellie's P.O.V

"What's the plan?" Niall whispers. "You go for Harry and I'll tickle Louis until he falls off." I reply, looking at the pair of boys.

We both go towards them and I give Louis a evil smirk.

I grab his shoulders and we wrestle for a few seconds but then I tickle his neck and he catches my hand under his chin. So I use my other hand to tickle his stomach and with that, Niall pushed Harry backwards and they both fell.

"Team Nialie wins!" I happily shout. Niall suddenly leans backwards and we both fall into the water.

"What was that for?" I pout, pushing him.

We all get out of the pool at Liam's command and he goes to make us some sandwiches for lunch.

I jog up the stairs and head to my room to change into a pair of spandex and a sports bra. Because based on how I was actually panting from running up the stairs, I needed to go for a run.

I decided to ask the boys if they wanted to come too, since honestly, they aren't in the best shape either. I step into Harry's room and notice the closed bathroom door with the light on inside.

"Harry?" I ask, knocking on the door. Then comes the sound of something being thrown to the floor.

"Um... Yeah?" His panicked voice answers.

"Can... Can I come in?" I surprise myself with the question. Normally I wouldn't join the boys if they're in the bathroom. But something about his voice made me feel like he just... Needed someone, I guess.

I wait for a response and after not getting one, I open the door.

Blood...

"What the fuck, Harry?!" I yell, surprised at the amount of concern in my voice.

"Don't tell the lads..." He barely whispers.

All I notice are the newly formed cuts on his inner wrists and the razor laying on the floor, covered in his blood.

I move over to his sink and open the drawer closest to the top and grab a few band-aids.

"Ellie... Are you mad?" His worried voice asks. "Of course I'm mad." I reply, taking his arm and dabbing some medicine on it to kill bacteria and clean the cut.

I open the first band-aid and place it on the first of the three cuts, then do the same with the last two.

"Why? Why did you do that?" I ask, hiding the fear and knowing in my eyes.

"I just... Some things just aren't working out for me." He responds.

"Tell me." I calmly take his hands and sit closer to him on the floor.

"I told you that I love you... Do you love me?" He finally looks up, facing me with his tear stained emerald eyes.

"I don't know what love is..." I whisper, almost as quietly as he did.

"Fuck." I whisper-shout, checking the time. "I have to um... Meet with my mom." I stutter, lying horribly.

I scramble up to my room to change into something nice and head out the door.

As I get in the car, I notice I forgot my phone in Harry's room.

Harry's P.O.V

I notice Ellie's phone ring once she leaves. Marcus is calling. Who the fuck is Marcus?

After 2 missed calls, I pick up the 3rd one.

"Hello? Ellie? I don't have all day, you know. Are you coming for the collab or what?" A British voice frantically talks. Once he finishes, I hang up.

A collab? For what?

Suddenly, Ellie bursts through the doorway and grabs her phone, too busy to even notice the glare on my face.

Ellie's P.O.V

I grab my phone straight from Harry's hands and use out the door.

That's when Marcus calls.

"What the hell?!" He screeches once I pick up.
"Why are you yelling?" I mock.
"Why did you pick up your phone, listen to me talk, then hang up?" He calms down.
"Oh god..." I mumble.
"That wasn't you... Was it?" He understands.
You see... I can't let the boys know about my secret YouTube career. They would tell me it's stupid and childish. And I have to tell all my friends that they can't come over or do anything fun with me. Collaborations, for example.
I notice the beeping, signaling he hung up.