One Direction's Baby Sister (Edited)

Chapter 20

Lena's POV

"Harry stop!" I giggled.

He didn't stop.

"Take it back." He ordered, continuing to tickle the hell out of me. Leave it to him to immediately start tickle-torturing me instantly after I called him moppy headed.

"But it's true!" I cried.

Harry kept on tickling me, his fingers digging into my rib cage and sides. I squirmed as I laughed, trying to get away, but Harry had both my wrists in his other hand, and was holding them over my head.

"Okay!" I cried, laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. "I take it back. I take it back!"

He chuckled as he stopped. "Much better." He said. I suddenly realized how close we were-I was backed against the wall of our hotel room, and he still held my hands over my head. His face was mere centimeters from mine, and we were both breathing hard. Smirking, he released my hands and moved away from me, but not far.

I poked his stomach. "Revenge will be sought, Styles." I said, hoping to break the tension. He smiled sweetly and rolled his eyes.

The door opened. I flinched slightly, still edgy because of the nightmares. But it was just Louis.

"Are you guys through fucking in here?" Lou asked.

Harry chuckled and I choked on my breath.

"What?" I demanded.

Louis chuckled. "I'm only kidding, love." He promised. But then he winked at Harry, who shook his head.

"Does Liam think that?" I asked.

I was a fucking virgin. I didn't want my brother listening when I lost it. Or anyone for that matter, but especially not Liam. How embarrassing. I would be mortified.

"No, Lena. He's not here." Louis said.

"Where is he?" Harry asked curiously, changing the subject. Bless him.

"He and Nialler have an interview before the show tomorrow." He said.

One Direction's show in Sydney, Australia started at seven tomorrow. We'd been on tour for two weeks already. It turned out that every hotel that had booked for us already had been just like the first one-two rooms for six of us. I wasn't supposed to come, so their management hadn't anticipated a room for me. I was still sharing with Harry and Zayn, even though Liam could have booked another room. I felt safer sharing with them still.

The "later" that Harry and I were supposed to talk at had continuously gotten delayed, so I had kinda given up until we could be alone. But we might be back in London before that happened. We had attempted several times, but our previous tickle fight had been the most time we'd had without anyone else around since we went on tour.

"Anyway, Zayn and I are going to get some food. Want to come with?" Louis asked.

I flopped on my bed. "I'm exhausted." I said. "I'm going to stay here."

"I'll stay. Bring us back some McDonald's." Harry said.

"Okay. I'll be back. Don't make any babies! Use a condom! Byeee!" Louis yelled as he left the room, making me blush furiously. I face palmed, groaning in embarrassment.

Harry laughed. "Perv." He said. He looked over at me. "You alright Lena?" he asked. I removed my hand from my face and let it fall to my side, staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm fine. I think this tour is exhausting me more than you." I said.

He laughed again. "Wouldn't surprise me. You're not used to it. We are." He said.