Louis's Little Sister

Chapter 5

Liam's POV

"Hey! Why don't you guys sleep over?" Niall jumps out of his seat and I feel like slapping him for being so stupid. "Yea! Can we Ash?" Ashton nods quickly, making smirks pop onto Calum and Luke's faces. Michael smiles then shrugs slightly.

Lottie stands up, before leaning over to whisper in my ear. "I'm gonna go change." Luke's eyes almost pop out as he stares as Lottie's butt. I feel like slapping him too. What is it me and slapping people today? "Where's she going?" Louis jumps, while she runs up the stairs. "Just going to change. Calm down." I sigh, wanting her back down here as well.

"How can I when you keep flirting with my sister?" He's almost screaming, but it's so stupid of him to be mad when I'm being polite. "I'm not flirting with her! If you didn't notice Lou, she likes Michael." Everyone in the room, except me, Louis, and Michael nods. "What?" Louis and Michael say at the same time before Lottie screams. "Harry!"

It's not a distressed scream, but he jumps up and runs. Probably eager to get out of this situation. Luke looks at Niall before sticking his tongue out, while Calum glares at Michael rudely.

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Harry POV

Louis looks pissed, so it's easy to run out of there. The second I step in her room, she looks flustered. "What's wrong?" Charlotte sighs loudly. "Help. I don't know anything about guys." Her eyebrows knot at the top, creating this tension. It's the same thing Louis does when he has a headache. "What guy are you asking about? Why do you need help?" Now she just looks mad. "You know EXACTLY who I'm talking about!"

"It is kinda obvious, that you like Michael." Her head snaps in my direction, and she tilts it to the side a little. Without her knowledge I can see a bruise on her shoulder and a scar across her collarbone. "Michael? I was talking about Liam..." I can almost feel my eyes widen, and my attention is suddenly gone from her scar. "Liam!" She shushes me and glares.
"Liam totally likes you. I think everyone out there who isn't gay likes you." I think for a second before nodding. "Even Zayn, he's just shy." She's shakes her head a couple times no, then brings her eyebrows together again.

"What do I do? I've hardly known you guys for a whole day. I don't even know if I'm staying. This is all too fast." She brings her hands up to face before running them down it. I go sit next to her before asking permission to go through her bags. Surprisingly she lets me and before I know it I'm holding leggings and the tightest shirt I could find. "Here." Her eyes widen and she frantically yells. "I can't wear this!" I raise my eyebrow at her before pointing to the outfit and walking out.

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Liam's POV

We all just awkwardly sit there (Ashton, Niall, Michael and me.) or glare at someone. Zayn is the only one smirking to himself until Harry loudly bounds down the stairs. His smile remains constant as he sits next to Louis and kisses his cheek. When Zayn fake gags he jokingly sticks his tongue out.

Lottie is suddenly sitting next to me before I can even notice her walk in here. She's wearing this sky blue long sleeved shirt that stops under her collarbone. Luke is so obviously looking there but it really is hard not to look. Charlotte's also wearing this really tight pair of leggings that stop above her ankle so I can see a dark purple bruise there.

Its a lot harder than I thought it would be to look there so I look over at Harry again. He glares at me, and rolls his eyes before returning to his make out session with Lou. What did I do? I have like a thousand thoughts going through my mind. Liam go ahead and look she already knows you likes her. Don't you dare look, it's rude! I stick to the plan and don't look.

Lottie does look abit annoyed at me, but smiles and leans against me again. She looks nervous and seems to flinch even though we're barely touching. Harry looks sympathetic and obviously found whatever it was he looking for down Louis's throat. Something in the back of my head yells at me ask about the huge scar on her collarbone or the fading bruise on her ankle.

"Why don't we watch a movie?" Niall jumps in randomly but flashes his signature grin. Everyone nods and a "Sure" is thrown in. Calum jumps up before pushing the coffee table out of the way and throwing himself down. Ashton gets comfortable next to him, after they both get pillows. During all that Luke has thrown a fit about his pillow, his cover, and his spot. Michael just looks at Lottie, then turns around, and gets comfortable next to Calum.

"I wanna pick!" Harry screams and we all sigh. "Why can't Harry pick?" Lottie seems disappointed in us for yelling at Harry. "He ALWAYS picks The Notebook." Zayn states quite annoyed but Harry smirks and pretends to flick his hair over his shoulder. "What's The Notebook?"

That's when Harry loses it. "You've never seen The Notebook?!" Lottie just shakes her head innocently and frowns. "The Notebook is one of the best love stories ever. You have to watch it!" Charlotte seems to understand why we hate it and sighs. "I've never really liked love stories." Harry growls at her, and huffs. "We're watching The Notebook."

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Still Liam

So that's what we do. Of course Harry's eyes brighten at the sight of the carnival scene. Carnivals are so cliche. What's romantic about then anyway?

Lottie on the other hand looks extremely uncomfortable, and she wrings her hands constantly. That is until she sees them screaming at each other, yelling, and kissing at the same time. Then this softness raises in her eyes and she leans forward towards the screen.

I end up watching her watch the movie instead. Like her little gasps and coos (like aww) but mostly her eyes. The sudden fire that bounces into them, or the icy cold moments where she can't help but glare at the screen, and the softest most innocent look she can give the tv. Charlotte is so beautiful.

I can't fall for Louis's sister! This small, frail, obviously broken girl! He'd never let me, and if he did the second it ended I'd be dead. I mean he's known her shorter then he's known me. There's something they're not telling me about Lottie. Why won't she bond with Lou, why are they surprised we talk? What happened that was so bad?

I snap my head up at the sound of a sob, but it's Harry not Lottie. I look at her for a second longer before I look at the screen. While I'm looking at the swans and sudden rain, I feel a little weight on my chest. Lottie pulls her legs onto the couch and wraps her arms around me, so there's nowhere for me to put my hand but on her back. It takes me a second to feel the shaking. It's like a Chihuahua, where they shake and yip.

Except not a single sound escapes her mouth, unlike Harry. I look down at her, and see the tears and suddenly rub her back. All of my soothing attempts at calming her down don't work. I can't think of a single thing to do. So I do what my mom did to me when I was little.

I slowly lift her onto my lap and put her knees down, so I'm holding her head against my chest and resting my head on hers. When I look down about a couple minutes later, she's not crying but is still intently staring at the screen. I know exactly what part is coming up...

The old lady remembers for just a little bit before running away from her husband. Lottie smiled when she picked him but is now crying again. She still holds back the loud sob at the back of her throat so you only hear her sniffles. The movie ends with the nurse finding them dead together. Then the screen is black, and the lights turn on.

Lottie pulls herself off my lap while everyone but Harry and Louis stares. The only reason they're not staring is because Harry is sticking his tongue down Lou's throat again. Harry's always been a sap for love stories.