Ariana aka Cleo aka Teddy is Harry Style's half sister at 18 her world is already full among other things that may just ruin her friendship with Louis Tomlinson will the tail get in the way or will Eleanor?


20. Truth Be Told


"You're too loud, shh."

"Bear, I gotta go." He whispered making me open my eyes.

"No." I frowned.


"Why?" I cut him off. "It's like five in the morning and you want to leave, why?"

"Because I'd rather wake up without being yelled at." He snorted.

"Who's going to yell at you? Harry?"

"No, you." He replied looking me in the eye.

“No I won’t.” I whispered looking down.

“Then I’d rather be in your bed on good terms.” He sighed getting up. “Can I have my shirt back?”

“No.” I replied sitting up.



“Don’t make this harder than it already is.” He pleaded.

“You’re doing that all on your own.” I whispered messing with the bottom of his shirt that I was wearing. “Stay.”

“No.” He shook his head.

“Then why’d you come over?” I spat crawling over to him and sat on my knees, while still on the bed. “Do you think I just drunk called you?” I asked. “Haven’t you ever heard the saying ‘a drunk person speaks a sobers heart?”

“I don’t want to wake up and you throw me out.” He whispered.

“I won’t.” I frowned sitting back on my heels.

“Don’t do that.” He begged sitting on his knees in front of me and placed his hands on my waist.

“Then don’t leave.”


“What part of ‘I want you here’ ‘I don’t want you to leave’ don’t you get?” I growled. “I’m not 100% sober, but I’ll remember all of this. Stay.” I’m pathetic. Sitting here, begging him to stay while my eyes fill up. I may dislike him at the moment, but I love him more than anything.

“If you throw me out, I’m done.” He sighed and I tackled him. Making us fall on the floor. With a thud. A loud thud. “Ow.”

“Sorry.” I giggled looking at him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He laughed laying back.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I apologized kissing all over his face, then kissed his lips. “I’m sorry.”

“I think I’m the one who should be apologizing.” He whispered pushing some of my hair back.

“Teddy, are you ok… seriously?!” Caught red handed by Mr. Styles. “Can you keep your sexual activities on the down low?”

“We’re not having sex.” Lou laughed.

“We could have sex.” I shrugged sitting up.

“Oh God.” Groaned not one, but both boys.

“Whatever you do, be quiet.” Harry groaned walking out.

“So?” I smiled looking down at him.


“Why not?” I frowned.

“I don’t have anything.”

“Harry does.” I smiled getting up, but got pulled back down.

“Another time.” He laughed.

“Okay.” I sighed laying down on him.

“Why don’t we do this on the bed?” He asked.

“Because I don’t want to move.” I replied placing my chin on his chest and looked up at him.

“We’ll both be more comfortable in bed.” He smiled.

“Oh!” I laughed sitting up. “You just want to get in my bed!”

“Yeah.” He rolled his eyes. “You caught me.”

“Then why didn’t you just say so?” I giggled as he sat up.

“Because you’d take it the wrong way.” He whispered then lifted me up onto the bed, before he got to his feet and laid down.

Sigh, he’s a pretty boy, with a pretty, pretty body.

“I missed this.” I smiled laying down beside him and his arms wrapping around me.


“You holding me.” I smiled closing my eyes.

“I missed it too.” He whispered kissing my forehead.

"We should do this more often." I smiled playing with his fingers.

"Come home, then.”

"I... I don't know."

"Why not?" He replied making me look up at him.

"Is Eleanor 100% out of the picture?" I whispered.

"Yes." He answered quickly.

"Okay." I shrugged.

"Seriously?" He smiled.

"Mhmm." I giggled before he pulled me on top of him and hugged me tight. "I have a question..."

"That's never a good start." He laughed letting up in his grip, which I took the chance and sat up. "We have to stop meeting like this, Bear."

"Arse." I huffed lifting a leg to get off him, but he stopped. "Now I'm starting to think you don't mind me being on top of you, Louis."

"I don't." He smiled leaning up on his elbows. "What's your question?"

"What are we?" I asked tracing his chest tattoo, so I didn't have to look him in the eye.

"What do you want us to be?" He asked back.

"With you?" I shrugged.

"You're with me." He smirked lifting my chin.

"Officially." I whispered.

"I need to take you to the doctors." He laughed sitting up fully and scooting us back against the head board.

"Why?!" I yelled with a smile.

"You're bipolar." He smiled pulling me closer.

"How do you figure that?" I giggled.

"Back in Doncaster you told me you wanted to wait awhile after me and El broke up." He started. "It's been like 13 hours since we've broke up and you want to be with me."

"I get your point.”


"Buts are never good." I frowned.

"But I'll do whatever I have to. If I have to wait a day, I'll do it." He smiled. "If I have to wait a year, I'll do that, too."

"Sounds like you love me." I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck and pulled his face close to mine.

"It's scary how much I do."

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