I Fell In Love With My Step Brother (Harry Styles)

Chapter 3

Harry's POV

I am really starting to worry about Callie's arm. It it turning black and blue and it is swelling so much. I can't help but worry. She is so beautiful and smart. Why do I feel like this? She will be my step-sister in 10 days and I can't get her out of my head. What is wrong with me?

"Are you positive you don't want to go to the hospital?" I ask her for the hundreth time.

"I am positive. I don't want my dad to worry with the wedding being so close. It'll be okay. I can hide the pain," She replies. I sigh. She shouldn't do that, she could get seriously injured one day and no one will know it until something horrible happens.

"How are you going to hide the swelling from your dad?" I ask her.

"I can keep it behind my back." She replies. "I should have brought a jacket."

"You can use mine when we get home," I say.

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Callie's POV

He is sweet. Nothing like I suspected so far. He has introduced me to his friends, he is driving me home, he protected me-sort of- from those guys, and he has offered me his jacket so I can hide my stupid arm. I so expected a guy as HOT as him woud be like a popular star who picks on the shy people like me. But he isn't. He is so kind.

"Thank you," I say, replying to his offer of the jacket.

"Not a problem."

We arrive at my new home and we jump out. Harry slides his black jacket on my sholders slowly so my arms are through the sleeves. The jacket is warm and smells good, like mint and shampoo with a hint of cologne that smells amazing. I guess this is what Harry smells like. I turn to Harry. Now that he isn't covered by a jacket I can see that he has a tight black white t-shirt on. Holy... I can see his hard abs and chest. He is VERY fit. Oh, my ,Go-

"Ahem, we should probably go in," Harry speaks, bringing me out of my trance. I look up to see a smirk on his face. He saw me checking him out. Great. I feel a blush creep into my cheeks and hide my face with my hair. He chuckles and we walk inside. My luggage is still sitting on the staircase and I hear my dad walking in.

"Hi Callie," Dad says. Anne walks up behind him and she smiles.

"So, you have met Harry," She states. I nod and smile at her.

"Well, you have his jacket too, is it cold outside?" Dad asks.

"Uh, a little," I lie. He opens the door and the warm air flows in. He looks at me puzzled.

"Do you have a fever?" He touches my forehead with the back of his hand. "You are a little warm."

Well, I have a jacket on and my face heated with a blush 2 seconds ago because I was caught staring at my soon to be step brother's body.

"Well, maybe she just needs some rest," Anne suggests.

"Okay, go upstairs and lie down for a while, okay?"

"Yeah. Harry will show you your room and if you need anything, just call his name. He will be able to hear you, his room is next to you and these walls are thin. Dinner will be ready in about an hour," Anne tells me. "Harry, carry her bags up to her room, please Dear."

Dad and Anne walk back to the kitchen and I look up at the staircase. I didn't know Harry stayed down here but he did. He takes my bags and I follow him upstairs. He opens the door to a room.

"This is Gemma's room," He says. The room is pretty plain- caramel coloured walls, wooden floors, a bed with green sheets and a few pictures of Gemma with her friends and classmates and I assume teachers. She has her own bathroom on the left wall too.

"This, is my room." Harry opens the next door. It has dark blue walls with blue carpet and orange shets on the bed. There are posters of stuff like skateboards and motorcycles on the wall. He has a dresser and a desk with a lap top on it.

"This is your room," He says. There is a pretty long space between our rooms so I don't know how he would hear me if I call him. My room has white walls, black carpet, a white desk, a white dresser, a pink beside table and a bed with white sheets on it. ''It ued to be Gemma's room but she switched to the old guest room so this is yours."

"Okay. Where is the bathroom?" I ask.

"Well," He blushes. He walks into the room and opens the door. I walk in the bathroom. There are two sinks, one toilet, one shower/bath, a large mirror and some cabinets. What is he blushing about? Then I notice a door at the other end. I open it and I am back in Harry's bedroom. Great, it is a chained bathroom.

"I tried to convince Gemma to stay in her old room but she wouldn't budge. She is never here anyway, except on holidays. You can sleep in her room when she is away." Harry blabbers on.

"It's alright. I have shared a bathroom with a step-brother before." I say.

"When?"

"My mum and dad got divorced when I was seven. I lived with my mum in London when she remarried. Her husband had a son two years older than me. Their marriage didn't work out so I lost that step-brother. My parents remarried when I was 16." I explain. I don't know why I am telling him this. The only person I have ever told is my best friend Lydia that I left in Sydney, Australia when I lived there.

"So, why are you staying with your dad now and not your mum?" Harry asks.

"Uh," I feel tears in my eyes and blink them away. "She died on my 17th birthday." I say and feel tears edge over.