Zayn's Little Sister

Chapter 3

I unwrap a single piece of hair from my wand and place it on my shoulder along with the hair already curled before unplugging the hot object from the socket. My eyes trail down myself in the mirror as I study my outfit.  My hands are placed along my bare waist as I sigh, leaning closer to the mirror to study my light eye makeup. My phone goes off from the dresser of the small hotel room making me dance along to my ringtone Best Song Ever. My Keds shuffle over as I take my phone from my charger and glance over the short message my brother had sent me: Our room in 5. Got to meet Paul in a hour. I giggle as Phoebe sings on an old return of Friends, stuffing my iPhone in the pocket of my shorts. I quickly turn the television off before going out the door and down the hall.

When I make it to the boys door I knock and smile when Louis' cheerful face greets mine as the door opens. "Morning buttercup." Louis chirps. I grin, stepping inside the room as he steps aside allowing me to enter, "Morning Louis." "Don't you have a coat?" Zayn asks walking by eyeing my bare torso. I roll my eyes, "It's like one hundred degrees outside." "Change." he says. I'm about to protest when Niall speaks up, "I think she looks great." "Exactly! I don't need other guys like Niall staring at my teenage sister." "Hey-" "And I don't need my overprotective brother telling me what and what not to wear. I'm not ten anymore." "Hey Ar, come help me for a second?" Liam asks from down the hall. I fumble with my hands as I walk down the hall and into a room where Liam sits on the bed.

"Ariana Malik at your service." Liam grins at me as he stands from the bed, "Give the dude a break." I cross my arms, "So you don't need my help." "Zayn is your older brother he is just looking out for you." I shrug, "I'm just tired of being treated as a little kid. Ever since I was little-" "Liam! Can you help me find my other shoe?" Louis shouts. He looks at me, laughter leaving his mouth. "Go ahead. We'll talk later, thanks Liam." He smiles before kissing my cheek and heading for the door, "Anytime love." My lips form a grin as I hear The Rolling Stones "Let's Spend the Night Together" blaring from one of the rooms. I follow the noise until I come in contact with Harry who is packing a suitcase, singing along to the song, doing silly dance moves his back facing my front. I giggle as I sneak into the room, closing the door behind me.

I turn the power of the stereo off causing him to jump, turning around to see what happened. "Nice dance moves Styles." A smirk takes over his lips as he grabs my hand, nudging the stereo button with his hip causing the music to blare once again. He twirls me around, pushing me all over the room, our hands staying connected. I laugh, "What are we doing?" "Who cares!" My laugh continues to sound as Harry and I dance to numerous songs play over the loud speakers. A slow song comes on causing our fast dance moves to stop but our bodies stay close. My eyes glance frantically around the room as Harry takes in my face. He holds out his hand, "Can you do me the honor of letting me have this dance?" I giggle, "Why of course you may." I curtsy before taking one of his hands and placing my other hand on his shoulder. We sway back and forth to the Beadles song as we stare at each other. It isn't awkward or forced it's just there. "You need a jacket." he comments as I put my head on his shoulder. "You're agreeing with Zayn?" I ask, sighing. "I said nothing about Zayn, I just said you need a jacket." My eyebrows furrow, but I leave his statement at that not wanting to push things farther.

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"Get Harry for us will you?" Niall asks as everyone heads for the door. My cheeks flush as the moment we had in his room before Zayn knocked on the door rummages through my mind. I stand from the couch and grab a water bottle from the fridge. "Where is he?" I ask as I watch them all pile out the door. "Something about forgetting a jacket in his room!" Niall shouts as he walks out the door, Paul following him being the last one. I twirl a strand of hair around my finger as I head back down the hall.

I turn to see a smiling Harry walking my way a flannel in his hands, "Forgot my jacket." "You guys are going to be a late because you forgot a flannel which by the way doesn't match your outfit at all?" He grins down at me as he walks beside me. "Not for me, love." The soft material is placed over my shoulders causing my cheeks to flush, "For me?" "I agree with your brother." "That I'm a teenage girl showing too much skin and older guys don't need to be looking at me?" I stuff my hands into the sleeves and let the over sized shirt hang off my petite frame. He opens the door and I'm about to pass through when his lips meet my ear, "Actually I just don't want any guys looking at you in general besides myself."