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

Chapter 18

I haven't updated in a while. Sorry! Also I am sorry for typos!

Harry's POV

Callie is now 18. She has been for a week. Everything is so perfect. Nothing could mess this up. Except our parents. Here is how it happened.

"Come on. I will make dinner," I say to Callie, pulling her to ghe kitchen. Mum and dad are out with some of mum's friends and Gemma is back at college.

"What are we having?" She purrs and my heart beats harder. Time escaped me as I look into her eyes. They are so blue yet so grey. I smile at her as she leans up. I pull back and she pouts. I smirk before pulling her waist to me and kissing her beautiful lips. She sighs and I pull back.

"I have to get dinner ready. We are having chicken scallopine with saffron cream sauce." I say.(PIC OF THEIR DINNER ON THE SIDE)

"Wow. Fancy and detailed. I love it," She says. I smile and kiss her cheek and then work on dinner.

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Callie's POV

Once the table is set and the plates are filled with Harry's delicious- smelling chicken scallopine, we sit down and start eating. I moan at the wonderful taste.

"Harry, I love it. Why do you not cook more often?" I ask. He smiles.

'Because Mum tells me she doesn't want to get fat from my famous specialties." Harry says. I laugh.

"Well, can't you make healthy yummy food?" I ask.

"Not every night," He shrugs. I giggle again before continuing on my food.

After dinner, Harry and I snuggle up on the couch as we watch Dear John. I love these Nicholas Sparks novel based movies. They are sad and sweet and romantic. Your emotions are on a wild roler coaster ride when they come on. I look up at Harry to see him watching me. A song starts playing in the movie and we can't hear anything else in the house. If we were talking we wouldn't be able to hear eachother. But fortunately, we are not talking. He presses his smooth lips to mine. I push my hands through his hair and he rolls on top of me so we are laying down on the couch. I giggle as he kisses my neck. He chuckles against my skin.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Harry and I freeze at the voice. No, no, no! ( Sorry for the h word! It was called for)

"Uh," I scramble up from the couch and face my dad. "I-It's not wh-what it looks l-like?" I say, coming out more like a question.

"How long has this been going on?" Dad sighs.

"For a while," I whisper. Might as well tell the truth now.

"You do realize it is illegal here right?" Anne asks appearing by Dad's side.

"Well, technically. The only rules are you have to be 21 to marry your step and The couple must not have lived in the same household together at any time before the youngest had reached the age of 18. It was only a few weeks before Callie turned 18! She is 18 now! It could work. And if not then we will move to...Canada. I know it is legal there." Harry says.

"Really?" I ask. "You would move to Canada with me?"

"I would do anything to marry you. Especially to make you my wife," He says softly, looking into my eyes.

"Wow. You two are seriously in love. I see it in the eyes," Anne comments. Harry smiles at me and our parents laugh. I didn't expect that though.

"Okay. Fine. We know we can't stop love so just normal rules apply. No boys in the bedroom, not too much PDA in front of the parents, no being left alone, and use protection." Dad says. I groan at the last part.

"DAD! REALLY!?" I shout at him. He just shruggs.

"Just, keep being my baby girl while under my roof at least?"

"Okay," I agree and hug him.

"Now go on up to your room. School is soon." Dad says.

"Alright. Love you,"I say hugging my parents.

I walk to my room and kiss Harry goodnight before taking a shower- telling Harry not to come in- and putting on PJ's.  I finish all of my homework and start reading.

Later, my dad comes in. I can tell there is something different about him from the start, I just cannot put my finger on it.

 "Hey," He says simply closing my door.

"Hey, dad. What's up?" I ask, emailing Lydia.

"Can we talk?" He asks. I nod and sit with him on the bed.

"Wat do you need?" I ask him.

"Well, I know you really like Harry," He pauses.....

"Yeah?" I proad.

"I don't want you seeing him anymore."