Long Lost Brother

Chapter 12: Shipping

When we arrived at the hotel Niall put on a pair of sunglasses that were a pretty good disguise but Harry decided to go all out and put on a blonde long haired wig with a pair of old grandma sunglasses. I giggled at his silly disguise.

"This is what attracts all the ladies," he said gesturing to himself with a silly smile. I could feel Niall roll his eyes behind his glasses.

The three of us walked to my room where Sammi and the rest of the boys were eagerly waiting. Sammi jumped on me hugging me tight and the boys did the same with Harry and Niall.

"Vas Happenin?" Zayn asked me on top of the dog pile.

"Not much just got back from the hospital with my brother and Niall," I said shrugging.

"Okay well that's good that nothing happ- wait WHAT!!!!???" Louis yelled.

Everyone looked at Harry astonished. He just simply shrugged and walked to his room and began to strip down to nothing but his boxers.

"Hey, I may be your sister but I'm still a virgin!" I yelled to him covering my eyes. He laughed and closed our door. Everyone looked at me but I simply shrugged and walked to my room. I actually was doing the same thing as Harry, walking to my room while taking my clothes off at the same time, now that is skill.

"Woah," two people said from behind me.

"My eyes!" Yelled someone else.

"I have a girlfriend!" yelled another voice Which was probably Zayn. I smirked and closed my door. Harry was under the bed covers so I'm hoping he didn't see me almost naked. Soon the hallway became very quiet and since it was now about 8 pm I'm guessing everybody went to sleep.

I put on some clothes so if Harry got up he wouldn't see me naked. I think just some sweatpants and a big sweatshirt. I'll return Niall's sopras in the morning.

As I laid down I heard a sniffle coming from the bed next to me. I Got Up And walked to Harry's bed to see a small light coming from under the covers. I pulled them up to reveal a puffy eyed, runny nose, Harry Styles holding his phone.

"What happened?" I asked Harry in a motherly tone while pulling him in for a hug.

"Larry Stylinson and Elounor Shippers," he said in a nasaly voice pointing to his phone. I froze Oh no Elounor and L.S? Why is he looking that up? I picked up Harry's phone to see a tweet about some girl saying she doesn't like them anymore cause they're gay.

I scoffed at her rude comment and replied 'Ouch'. His phone immediately blew up from the retweets and favorites.

"Can I borrow that poem you were listening to?" he's asked sniffling sadly. I usually only listen to That poem when I'm about to break down into nothing. I can't believe it's partially my fault, I'm a shipper, I cause Harry and Louis to be sad, I've caused my own brother pain. It's my fault. He began to stand up to go get my phone but my hand was frozen to his shirt.

"Hey can you let go?" he asked confused. I shook my head.

"Why not?" he laughed a little.

"My fault," I whispered. Harry tilted his head in confusion.

"What?" he asked.

"My fault," I said a little louder.

"What are you talking about?" he asked still confused.

"Harry" I said turning to face him "I'm a Larry Stylinson shipper," I said ashamed.

Harry's playful grin disappeared.

"I'm sorry Hazza I'm so sorry I'm the reason you get hate or feel sad I'm sorry that you cried because of our stupid shipping group and I'm sorry that you were crying cause of what we've done and said. Just please don't hate me? I understand if you do" I said on the verge of tears.

"I dont hate you but I would like to know, why do people do that?" he asked like a child.

"We do it because it's the relationship we kind of want," I said emphasizing the word we and pulling my knees to my chest. Harry nodded and laid back in his bed. I got up and began to walk back over to my bed.

"Please stay here?" he asked looking at me with the puppy eyes. I nodded and walked back over to the bed. I laid down next Harry. As soon as my head hit the pillow Harry snuggled into me. He was nuzzled into the crook of my neck and his arms were around my waist. It felt like I was the older sibling comforting my little brother.

"Night HazzaBear," I sighed.

"Night SerenaBuns," he chuckled.

I faded into dream wonderland.