My Step-Brother Is A Stripper || Larry Stylinson

1- it's mutual

Ok so, before starting, i just wanted to say that english is not my first language and my stories are actually in italian on my main account in italian (Nello_Tostapanello). This is a translation of my stories because a lot of people have asked me to translate them in english, but, again, i'm not english, so there could be a lot of mistakes, and i accept every help to fix the mistakes.

and there might even be things that make no sense in english but in italian they do, i'm just gonna translate them as they are, so if something makes no sense, it actually does.

Btw, i'm Aless, and here's 'my step brother is a stripper'

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"Fuck you" Harry said angrily to his mother, Anne.

Anne snorted and walked over to her son "It's decided now Harry. Just accept it. Why can't you just be happy for me?"

Harry sighed and went off to his room, slamming the door behind him, then flung himself onto his bed with a sigh.

Apparently, Anne and Mark had decided it was time to move in together.

Mark has been Anne's partner for more or less three years. Harry has met him a few times, but never wanted to interact with him. He didn't like that his mother replaced his father so quickly.

So when three years before, Anne had told him that she had taken up with another man, Harry had made up his mind that he would never meet this 'Mark'.

Whenever they organized a dinner to introduce Mark to Harry, the latter always said no.

Plus, apparently Mark has a son his age, and every time his mother and Mark try to get Harry to know him. But Harry didn't want to. He didn't give a shit about meeting his mother's boyfriend's son.

And now, he will even have to live with Mark and his son, who Harry has already decided he will hate.

It was so fucking unfair.

Apparently, Mark and his son are going to live in their house, being bigger, and Harry will also have to sleep with Mark's son, since they had no other rooms available.

Well, there would be Gemma's room, his sister, who is at the university, so it's empty. But, one, Gemma would be pissed to death if she knew that anyone had even broken into her room, let alone slept in it, and two, Anne wants Harry and the loser to be friends, like real brothers, and now Harry will find himself sharing his room and the his space with someone he didn't even know.

Harry was pissed.

He really wanted to be happy for his mother, really, but he just couldn't. His father died four and a half years ago. It annoyed Harry when he discovered that his mother had found another man within only a few months from his death.

Harry's thoughts were interrupted as Anne entered the room. "Okay, first of all, don't slam the door so hard" she said angrily, and Harry just rolled his eyes "and second, stop complaining. Mark and his son will arrive tomorrow, you will welcome them properly, and you will not say a thing, is is clear?" she asked yelling. Harry snorted, not answering. "Answer me, is it clear?"

Harry got out of bed, and "yes, very clear" he said in a cold monotonous tone.

"Good," said Anne, "and get dressed, you have to go to school soon," she said before leaving, leaving the door open behind her.

Harry grunted in frustration and closed the door himself. He entered his bathroom and took a quick shower, before getting dressed and leaving the house, without even saying a word to his mother, and went to school.