Zayn's Little Sister

Chapter 5

My grey UGGs clack against the tile floor as I take long strides, attempting to catch up with Paul as he leads me to where the boys are standing at the back of the hotel waiting on the car. "I'm sorry I took so long." I say, fiddling with my hands. "It's fine. We aren't supposed to leave for another half hour. The boys told you 6:00 just incase you were running late we could still manage to leave on time. Only girl I've met that has been able to get ready on time is you." I giggle, "I feel honored Paul."

He smiles at me before placing a friendly hand on the back of my waist and leading me out the door where the boys stand. They all look up as I smooth my hands over the material of the grey sweater that is held between my hands. I start to feel fidgety with all the attention on me causing my hands to aimlessly push my curled hair back over my shoulder to wear it dangles, almost reaching my backside. "You look lovely." Louis chirps, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I smile, "Thanks Louis. Is it just us six tonight?" I ask referring to myself and the boys. "Seems about right. You're a lucky girl huh?" I roll my eyes, and glance at Harry who holds my gaze. His eyes take in the length of my body before meeting my eyes again before I look back at Louis, "So what are we waiting for?"

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I rub my hands over my face, trying to stop the pounding headache that reaches across my forehead. "You okay?" Harry speaks from beside me. My eyes glance at him as I nod, "Just a headache." "Could be an effect of all the screaming girls at the concert last night." My lips form a smile, "Possibly." He pulls a funny face causing me to giggle which I soon regret. I hold my head as it starts to pound harder at the quiet noise that left my mouth. "Ari." Zayn says from across the table; Lou looks up from beside my brother, frowning. "You have been awfully quiet, love. You sure you're okay?" I shrug, "It's just a small headache." A loud scream leaves a baby's mouth as it starts a tantrum from across the room. I groan, pushing my food away from me and placing my head on the table. Niall rubs my back from the other side of me as Harry squeezes my knee under the table. Breath hits my ear before their voice sounds, whispering, "Want to get out of here?" I eye Zayn for assurance who nods, "Just call me once you guys reach the hotel." Harry removes himself from the booth allowing me to slide out after him. I give all the boys quick hugs before kissing Zayn's cheek, "Thank you for trusting me." He nods, "Always."

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Harry thanks the driver before closing the door behind me and walks along my side toward the hotel. Flashes blind me as paparazzi start snapping pictures. Harry's hand brushes mine as if he is trying to tell me everything is going to be okay making my cheeks burn as I try to act as it never happened in front of the small audience we have. I attempt to smile and ignore the pounding sensation of a headache as I glance away from the bright lights of the flash and people yelling random things my way. "Harry! Is this your girlfriend?" I tense at the sudden name calling knowing this will be all over a cover tomorrow. My feet climb the steps leading up to the building and soon we are inside and away from the hectic attention. "You okay?" Harry asks as we step into the elevator. I nod, "Apparently I'm your girlfriend too." He shakes his head but is unable to hide the smile creeping up on his lips, "Any girl I'm seen with according to press is my girlfriend, but I'm okay with the fact they think you're my girlfriend."

"And why is that?" I ask honestly curious. We walk down the hall towards the room when he presses me against the wall making me giggle. "Is this going to be apart of our everyday schedule from now on?" He simply nods his head before responding to my earlier question, "I love how your hair is perfectly curly and even stays once I have run my hands through it or how when you giggle it is so quiet you can barely hear it but when you laugh someone could hear it from two doors down." I blush, my cheeks turning a light crimson as I stare at my feet; Not long though because Harry's index tilts my head to where we have eye contact once again. "I love that you are outgoing, but one compliment from me and your whole face is red," I gnaw on my bottom lip, my teeth digging into the flesh. I watch as his eyes travel down and stop at my mouth before he opens his own to speak again, "And probably my favorite thing," he pauses and his eyes squint in concentration, "Your mouth is perfect. Whether you are talking, yelling, laughing, or even biting your lip like you are now its somehow always perfect."

I grin at his overly sweet compliment while giggling as he presses his forehead to mine. While standing on the tips of my toes I brush his nose with my own before kissing him gently. When I feel him smile through the kiss I pull away to speak, "You, Harry Styles, are perfect." His smile makes a reappearance before he kisses me again before lacing his hand through mine and leading me inside the boy's room. "Here." he speaks as he lifts me to sit on the counter. I watch his every move as he walks away from me and to the medicine cabinet and from the medicine cabinet to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. His long legs take long strides and his brows are furrowed, a fulfillment of concentration across his face. Harry smiles once he reaches me again, sliding two pills into my hand, "Take these," he unscrews the lid of the water bottle before handing it to me also, "they always help me with a headache I have after a show."

"So you want to tell me why you had to make sure it was okay with Zayn in order for me to bring you home?" I swallow the Tylenol before shrugging, "Same old Zayn, treating me like I'm twelve." "Care to elaborate?" "After the concert last night we kind of had a talk about how he does not want me dating any of you guys. He says I'll fall in love and just end up getting hurt. It just makes me mad, you know. I want to believe him and everything because he's my brother and I trust him, but I just have to stick with my gut. I'm not a kid anymore; I can make my own decisions without him shoving everything down my throat. So I told him I wouldn't fall for anyone. I told him I wasn't interested in any of you and he believed me. I feel bad going behind his back and the rest of the boys backs, but for once I want to do what I want and not worry about the results." Harry stands between my legs, his hands on my knees as his green eyes stare intently at me. "So one of my best friends would cut off my balls if he knew I was sitting here with his sister." My laughter sounds as I cling to his neck, nodding.

He kisses me once again and pulls me from the counter and to my feet. "You're risking your balls for me." I giggle. He shakes his head, but the smile on his face shows me he wants to laugh. But instead Harry places his lips on mine again. I go to kiss him back when I see myself making a promise to my brother that at the moment I am not keeping causing me to pull away. "I can't do this-" His lips find mine again in hunger and I find myself kissing him back. "Harry, stop." I push him away and he grins, the dimple in his left cheek showing. "The boys don't have to know, especially your brother." "I just can't do this, not to Zayn, not to any of the boys. I can't live in a lie." He nods, understanding before turning to walk away. I grip his hand and pull his body to where it brushes mine and kiss him. "I'm such an idiot." I mutter against his lips. "It's okay. We can be idiots together." He kisses me again when I pull away to ask, "How can someone like you sit around and wait for someone like me who cannot decide what she wants?" He grins down at me, "My mom always told me to go after what I want," my breath hitches as he bends to where his mouth brushes my ear, "and you, Ariana Malik, are what I want."