Prince Charming

Tommo Trouble, Times Two

♡Louis' POV♡

I shook Anriette awake, the biggest and most ecstatic smile on my face.

"What?" she groaned, opening her eyes. "Oh, it's you. GET OUT,"  she threw a pillow at my face. I caught it, and threw it back just as she was about to fall asleep.

"Hey!" She sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Bad form, Lou."

"Simple, but effective. Finally, you're awake!" I shouted, a beaming smile on my face.

"Why are you staring at me... Wait, why are you in my room? Out!" she laughed.

"Because I have the BEST... NEWS... EVER!" I yelled, jumping on the bed causing her to bounce up.

"Well what is it then?!" She laughed.

"ELLEN WANTS TO INTERVIEW US!!"

Her jaw dropped.

"You're joking... Are you kidding me? Why?!"

"Um... because you're only Louis Tomlinson's long-lost sister and Niall Horan's girlfriend!" I screamed, shaking her shoulders.

"I... I still don't believe it," she said. I rolled my eyes, and FaceTimed the number that called to schedule the interview. Sure enough, Dory herself answered on the other line. Anriette completely fangirled, rolling off the bed.

" Well, I'll see you guys in the studio tomorrow! And remember to keep it a surprise!" Ellen said, ending the call.

"Believe me now?" I laughed.

"I.... I...." Anriette was freaking out, and couldn't form words.

"You okay?"

"Nnhmm," she said, shaking her head.

"You wanna freak out?"

"Mmhmm," she nodded, and I laughed.

I covered my ears as she screamed at the top of her lungs for a minute straight.

"Better?"

"Better!"

I laughed as Niall ran up the stairs and swung the door open. It's sweet he's so protective of his girlfriend, and he's even more protective now that he knows she's my sister.

"What's wrong?" he gasped.

"We're being interviewed by Ellen!" Anri screamed. He was just as shocked as she was.

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Anriette, myself, and the rest of the boys arrived at the studio early. She was freaking out, and grabbed Niall hand's and ran outside with them.

♡Niall's POV♡

Anri was so confident when we left, wearing my favorite dress on her of all time. But now, now she couldn't handle it. She was gasping for breath, and pulled me outside.

"Are you okay?" I asked, worried.

"NO!" She panted, resting against the wall.

"What's wrong, love? Do you... do you have asthma?"

"No... not... not since I was a little kid... Ni, help me!" she pleaded, and I fumbled around in my pockets until I found my old inhaler I carry for emergencies, though I haven't needed it since I was little, either.

"Try this," I said, and Anriette inhaled it like she had been living in the Sahara for forty years and it was her first taste of water.

"T-- thanks..." she hugged me tightly, like she was trying to believe I was real, and I rubbed her back. "I'm sorry."