Stepbrother (H.S)

Chapter 7: Dinner

I was currently setting the table for dinner tonight. Sitting at the table will be pretty awkward with Harry and my mother. David will be joining us as well. This will the first dinner that we'll all be present for. I really don't want to participate in this torturous evening. I just know that David and Harry will have some tension like they always do.

My thoughts drifted to the incident that Harry and I shared in my room. He kissed me. I felt my cheeks turning red at the thought of Harry's lips against mine. It felt so... good? I know I shouldn't be thinking about it but it was my first kiss. I couldn't help but feel all giddy inside. I was interrupted from my thoughts when my mother spoke to me.

"Honey make sure to set up an extra spot." She said.

I looked at her curiously "Why? who's coming?" I asked.

"David has a big offer with a graphic designer for his new game coming out. Isn't that great?" She explained with excitement showing on her face.

"Yeah sounds great." I lied

If I was being honest, I could care less about what David's got going on at work. It's all pretty boring if you as me. As long as my mother's happy than so am I.

I made an extra space for our guest. My mother looked satisfied with my table setup. She pointed a finger at me. "I want you to behave because, David has a big thing going for this new game design and I want everything perfect." She warned.

Me? Misbehave?

If anything, she should be worried about Harry messing things up. I rolled my eyes. David, David, David. Why does it always have to be about him? It's been about him since he moved here and I can't stand it.

The front door opened. Speaking of the devil.

"Hi, honey this is Richard the graphic designer I was telling you about."

A tall man entered the house with an all black suit on, much like David's. He had hair dark as night, jelled back with some stubble on his chin. He looked about thirty-five. The tall man grinned and extended his hand out to take mother's and kissed the back of it softly.

"Nice to finally meet you Mrs. Styles. I'm Richard Banks."

I cringed at the name he called my mother. Maybe I wasn't quite used to hearing it. Richard then directed his attention to me. He extended his hand.

"Hello dear, You must be Anna." David has told me so much about you." He said

Had he really?

"Oh, nice to meet you as well Mr. Banks." I greeted.

He smiled and dropped my hand. I slightly wiped my hand on my dress without anyone noticing, hopefully. David spoke up.

"So how about some dinner? I'm quite hungry. What about you Richard?" He turned towards our guest. He shrugged his shoulders and said "I could eat." David and my mother burst into laughter. It really wasn't that funny.

We proceeded to the table and took our seats. One seat next to me remained empty. I'm guessing for Harry. Where is he anyway? Not that I was looking for him. I don't care what he's up to. I hear Harry's footsteps travel down the stairs.

"Sorry, I'm late." He announced. Everyone turned to look at Harry. My heart skipped a little at the sight of him. He looked pretty good wearing a back shirt and black jeans.

"Ahh, here's my son. Finally decided to join us for dinner?" David grinned.

Wow, he must really want to make a good impression. He's not even that close to Harry. I don't even think he likes him to be honest. I think Harry knew this as well because his face showed confusion. He didn't make a big deal out of it though. He just nodded and walked past him.

Harry then flashed a smile at me while heading towards the empty seat next to me. Oh no, this can't be good. My soul mentally braced itself, sitting next to the unpredictable Harry. He sits down, brushing against me in the process. Why is he doing this to me now?

My mom had just finished blessing the food and we started to eat. Mom, David, and Richard were making small talk amongst themselves. I zoned out. My mind went back to thinking about what Harry and I did earlier. The scenes replayed in my mind like a movie. I felt a warm touch my thigh.

I looked over to see Harry smirk to himself. He starred down at his plate, acting as if nothing was happening. He slid his hand further up my thigh under my dress. My breath hitched. What is he doing?

He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Relax."

I couldn't. How could I relax with his hand halfway up my dress? "Harry, stop it before we get caught." I whispered harshly.

Was he crazy?

"Shhh relax." He said.

I bit my lip. I felt his hand get closer to the edge of my underwear . I jumped and grabbed his hand under the table shooting him a warning glare.

My mother looked over at me with a concerned look on her face. "Honey are you alright?" She asked.

I nodded my head. She skeptically looked at me and Harry before going back to her conversation. I could see Harry chuckling out the corner of my eye. He squeezed my thigh I let out a groan. David sent a confused glance towards me but soon resumed back into the conversation.

"Harry please stop." I begged.

Harry pulled his hand from under my dress and smirked. "Alright fine." He whispered. My cheeks were stained red. I could tell Harry noticed my reaction because he grinned.

Dinner went by so slow but, Richard finally decided to head home. I was glad. I was too tired of putting on a smile and pretending. I was also tired of Harry's immature behavior. I just want to go to bed.

I helped my mom with the dishes and cleaning the table. I drag up to my room. Too lazy to shower, I changed into a big t-shirt and a new pair of underwear. I flopped into my bed. My eyes could barely stay open at this point. My mind drifted to Harry and what he did at dinner. Why would he pull something like that? We could've been caught. He's so reckless sometimes.

I was too tired to think about it so I quickly drifted off to sleep. Maybe tomorrow.