The Step-Brother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Ch.14

(LILYS POV)

After a long week of being in London, having way too many meetings, and avoiding Harry and his bitch Melissa, we finally hopped on the tour bus. You don't know how happy I am that Melissa couldn't go on tour with us, but she is unfortunately visiting us a few times along the way. We drove a couple of hours to a different state until we pulled up to our hotel for the night. We all piled out of the bus, and into the hotel. Paul, the boy's security guard, instructed us that Niall, Zayn, and Liam are going to share one room, and Louis, Harry, and I are sharing another. Oh joy.

We opened the door to our enormous suite, and being the child he is, Louis ran in and called the room he wanted. It was quite awkward standing in the doorway with Harry, so we followed Louis to see his room. He already started unpacking while Harry and I looked around his room- which was obviously the biggest. 

Suddenly, Harry said something that surprised me. "Lou, why don't you let Lily have this room?" We both looked at him like he had two heads.

"Why?" Louis crossed his arms, waiting for an answer.

"Erm… because it is her first show ever tonight, don't you think she should have the best room?", Harry said sounding unconvincing.

Why would he care?

Louis sighed. "Fiiiiine."

 The boys walked out of my room, leaving me very confused. Until I realized something on the other side of the room. I ran to the other two bedrooms to check if they had it too, and my hunch was correct.

It was the only room with a balcony.

I shook that though out of my head. Harry couldn't have cared less about me, so why would he give me this room? Whether he wanted me to have the room because it was my first show or because it has a balcony, both reasons show he cares. But I know that he doesn't. 

I ignored all of the thoughts spinning through my mind as I got my stuff ready to go to the concert. A half an hour later, Harry, Louis, and I all filed out of our hotel room to go to the van downstairs. As usual, being near Harry was pretty much the most uncomfortable thing ever.

**

I was in my dressing room, putting on my little dress and heels, and getting hair and makeup done. Once I was finished, I walked out of the room to go do a quick rehearsal backstage. As I was passing the other boys' dressing rooms, I heard something in one of them. Being the curious girl I am, I slowly tiptoed to the door and peaked through the small crack. Harry was sitting on the couch, holding something, and singing. I could barely hear what he was singing because it sounded muffled through the door. I pressed my ear against the wall, careful not to push too hard because the door would swing open, to get a better listen. 

"Isn't she lovely,

Isn't she wonder-"

Oops. I accidentally leaned up against the door too hard, and it swung open, leaving me on the ground in front of Harry. I looked up at him. For a moment, he looked embarrassed, but that completely dissolved and turned into worry. He carefully put whatever he was holding on the couch, and got up to help me stand up.