Wheelchair Girl (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5

(KRISTALS POV)

I woke up sprawled in the back seat of what appeared to be a large van. Was I being kidnapped?! Oh no, there's the carrot and bacon hangers and red chinos on the floor, I must be in our van.

I looked at my phone, ive been sleeping for four hours! I swear I'm part sloth, my lord. Having no idea where the boys were or what they were doing, I did the most reasonable thing I could think of: check twitter.

@Harry_Styles off to Z100 for our third interview of the day! Tune in!

@NiallOfficial which sibling is cuter? My vote goes to Harry. @krisjo needed her beauty sleep, but the rest of you can tune in to Z100 to hear the all of em lads ;)

Niall of course attached a hideous picture of me with my hair sprawled over Harry's shoulder whilst he smiled down on me. My twitter was already blowing up at the mention. Most didn't even know whO I was, spreading rumors I was Gemma's secret twin or even Harry's girlfriend. Ew. I set the record straight right away:

@krisjo no Niall wasn't lying, I am Harry's step sister :) no hate please! X

Satisfied with the tweet, I surfed the web for a bit longer (thank the lord for 3G) until the boys came piling into the car. I say myself upright to be properly squashed with Harry and Niall on either side of me. They seemed to be in a good mood as a driver raced us to Studio City to go see The Ellen Show.

(NIALLS POV)

Kristal looked slightly frightened and tired as we jumped into the car after our interview.

"Sorry to leave you love, didn't want to wake ya. Feelin better?" I whispered. She nodded and put her head on my shoulder. I beamed, was she flirting back? Harry jokingly swung her legs over him and started drumming in them like a piano. I wonder if she felt it. What would it be like to not have access to part of your body? I didn't know If I could live really. Soon we were whisked out of the car to get makeup and wardrobe. Kristal was bouncing like a kid in a candy store. She looked so cute, I lifted her out of the car myself and swung her around in my arms. As she let out the most amazing laugh, I saw harry giving me a death glare. I guess it was pretty obvious I liked her and we already had a discussion. I could tell there was a reason I wasn't aloud to make a move, but what? That family was quite mysterious lemme tell you.

I set Kristal down in her wheel chair and Louis hyperactivly raced her forward, Harry on tow. We all got to the backstage area 5 minuts later, getting powder and lip balm placed on us by various makeup artists. THE Ellen Degeneres soon walked in, a huge smile on her face as she greeted us one by one.

"Your Niall, the one that supposedly looks like me, do you mind a picture?" she grinned. I happily obliged and got the picture with both our phones, send it directly to almost all my contacts

"thanks! Oh and who may you be?" she directed her attention to Kristal, who was politely waiting in her wheelchair. I could tell she was almost hyper ventilating by the comedians presence. I inconspicuously edged towards her in case she needed me.

"i'm Kristal Johan, Harry's stepsister. It's really nice to meet you, I'm quite the fan" she blushed.

"say, that's really interesting! Maybe we can use you for a segment in the show, we wanted to improvise some questions for one direction but maybe you would like to answer some questions about the boys?" I'm sure the fans would like a first hand view," Ellen gushed. Poor Kristal seemed flustered, she'd been asked lots of questions today, not her best experience.

"um, sure!" she answered, not with much certainty. Ellen rushed out of the too

To make plans, but I raced after her.

"Um, Ms. Degeneres? Excuse me!" I called. She turned around and I gulped. Billionare media people intimidated me.

"I was just wondering if you could not ask about her wheelchair or disabilities? That's kind of a rough spot for her, we'd rather not reveal any information quite yet, trust me, you do not want to make a girl cry on international Telly," I rushed. Honestly, we didn't even know gtt story, but I'm guessing that means kristal didn't want the rest of the world to know either.

"of course, Niall. My aunt was in a wheelchair and ended up depressed because she got bullied for it so much," Ellen empathized with a sad look in her eye. I thanked her and jogged back to the make up room, where kristal was getting ready for her spotlight.

(KRISTALS POV)

"Ok, Johan, your on next," some intern told me. I was shaking so hard that my newly curled hair was vibrating. After finding out about my latest claim to fame I was whisked away to be primped. My outfit consisted of a white and blue high-low shirt and dark pink skinny jeans, matched with white booties and white dangly earrings. My hair was loosely curled and held of naturally to one side, showing of my highlighted cheekbones and suddle smoky eye. The boys have been interviewed for the past five minutes, nothing out of the ordinary except Louis and Liam did a high school musical-esque dance routine and Niall and Ellen talked quite a bit about their similarities. All too soon they were whisked backstage through a different entrance and it was time for me to go on. I slowly rolled down to the interviewing chairs and sat down, two assistants took my wheelchair off stage, so no one would even see it at all. Ellen squeezed my hand and gave me an encouraging smile, and all too soon the camera light flashed and she grinned at the camera. My body was flooded with adrenaline, feeling almost dizzy with the excitement.

"Now, we're back with a girl we stole for

Backstage who just happens to be Harry Styles' stepsister! Now Kristal, how is the tour bus you live on with the boys?" Ellen chattered.

"Smelly," I replied, earning a few laughs. So far, so good, though I did suddenly want some water...

"And tell us, any of the teen heartthrobs make a move ion such a pretty girl like you?"

And that's when everything went black.

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Ooooooo cliff! Sorry for the mistakes I've typed on

My iPod :/ FORGIVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE