Liam Payne's Step Sister

26: The Lengendary Prank

Harry's P.O.V

"Excuse me?" I snap. "You're excused." Ellie sasses me.

"Where were you!" I shout, wanting answers. "Why were you cutting!?" She dodges my question. "Because of you..." I softly change expressions.

"W- What do you mean?" She stutters, processing what I just said.

"I know I've already told you this but, I need you, Ellie. I don't know how much longer I can survive without being able to call you mine." I confess.

"So you cut yourself?" She whispers, almost like she's scared I'll hurt her.

Ellie takes my hands in hers and kisses my wrists. I feel sparks racing along my forearms.

"Harry... All you had to do was ask." She mumbles, kissing my cuts once again.

Ellie's P.O.V

He can't be serious... Right? He cut for me? What a stupid reason to cut. I mean, about me that is. And on a more important note, would I do the same for him?

"Ellie?" Harry lifts my chin up with a finger. "Yeah?" I reply, without looking him in the eyes. "Look at me... Please..." He whimpers. "What kind of person are you, Harry? I feel like I don't even know you anymore." I surprised him, judging by the look on his face.

"I don't even know myself anymore, to be honest. Ever since I met you... I'm different." He replies, moving in, inches from my face. "Harry, don't." I back up a few inches.

"Ellie? I need to ask a favor..." Louis peeks around the corner and I mentally thank him for saving me.

"Sure. What's up?" I answer, walking over to him. "Come with me." He says, gesturing to his room.

Zayn is already sitting on Louis' bed and Louis plops down next to him, patting the area next to him.

I follow and sit down between the two boys, closing the door.

"Remember how when you and Niall got back from Ireland, we told you that we wanted to do a prank?" Zayn asks. "Yeah." I answer, remembering the event.

Louis and I need to talk to you. Privately." Zayn puts his hand on my shoulder and guides me upstairs.

"So we have an interview soon." Louis starts. "So...?" I try and move them along. "We're gonna prank the boys." Zayn whispers in my ear.

"I'm in." I smirk after they tell me the whole plan.

"So... What do you want from me?" I ask after a awkward moment of silence. "That interview's today." Louis says. "And... What do you need from me?" I ask.

"You're the interviewer." Zayn smirks.

"You're kidding right? They'll know it's me." I panic. I know that if I can pull off a different voice and wear a lot of makeup, I could totally do that. But... Why would I?

"You think we would kid about that? So is it a yes or a no?" Louis asks, without even waiting for me to answer his question. "Fine... I'll do it." I sigh, giving in to his signature 'pouty' face.

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"You're sure this will work?" I nervously ask as Lou, their stylist, puts the finishing touches of my makeup on and fixes my baby bump to make it look realistic. Yup... I just said I have a baby bump. That's what I got myself into. Lucky me.

"Definitely." Louis smiles at his idea. "Go get ready." I urge. "Make it look like you've been in the bathroom this whole time or something." I joke, noticing that he had been with me for about 20 minutes. "Whatever mom." He sighs.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=cbVoc5f2U-w

Here's a link to the video of the legendary One Direction Give Birth Prank, in case you haven't seen it.

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"I hate you." Harry mumbles in the car on the way home. "Oh shut up. You love me." I laugh, pinching his cheeks. "True." He sighs.

"That was pretty amazing though." Louis sighs. "Yeah." Zayn agrees, giving him a high five.

"Well, in case I ever do give birth, I know who's gonna care." I say, jokingly glaring at Niall.

"Hey! I knew it was a joke all along. I just didn't want to make a fool out of myself." Niall defends. "Yeah. Sure." I pretend to agree. "I really did!" He cries. "Uh huh." I shake my head, checking the Liam's Twitter. I don't have one myself, the boys said not to, and I always listen to my step brother. Not really the other people living in my house, just Liam.

"Just got pranked by my own sibling and band mates?" I ask, reading his latest tweet. "I knew all along the interview was rigged?" I ask Niall this time, reading from his tweets. "I did!" He declares.

I faintly hear a good beat on the radio. "Turn up the radio, Zayn!" I shout. "Why do I always get stuck driving?" He pouts, following my request.

American Oxygen by Rihanna is playing and, being the proud American I am, I loudly start singing along to it. Only moments later, everyone in the car is singing along and we pull into the garage just as the song comes to an end.