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

Chapter 31

Harry's POV

I sit down at the kitchen table between Louis and Liam. I rest my head on the table. Louis pats my back.

" Come on, you should be happy man," Liam says and Louis nods with him.

" I am happy. I can't wait to be with Callie for good, but do we have to go through all of this? I mean the theme? The decorations? Food? Clothes? Music?" I sigh.

" Well at least the girls are having fun."

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Callie's POV

I groan mentally. Why is it taking so long to get all of this planned? I have already picked out the flowers and the bridesmaids- Gemma, Lydia, Jessie and Madi, Danielle, and Eleanor- who is finally dating Niall. The groomsmen are Louis, Liam, Zayn, Kyle, Damien, and Niall. My other guy friends couldn't make it. Kyle's boyfriend wont make it to the wedding but he said he will see us when we get back from our honey moon.

" Okay, time for music," Anne announces.

" Oh, can Harry and I pick those?" I ask. Music is my favorite, my passion. I know its Harrys too.

" Of course. Ill send him in here. Gemma, come with me to find some wedding dresses." Anne smiles happily. They leave the room and I rest my head in my hands. This is all too stressful. I hear footsteps but I don't look up. I feel arms wrap around my neck loosely from behind. I look up and smile at Harry. He grins and kisses me upside down. I giggle and he pulls out a chair. He holds my hand in his and rests them on the table.

" Are you okay, baby?" He asks sweetly. I smile.

" Yeah, its just...so much. I just wanna marry you," I say. He chuckles and kisses my forehead before leaning back in his chair, his hand still around mine.

" I just wanna marry you too," He says. Our eyes lock. I still get butterflies and tingles when I look at him. I feel like my age, yet I also feel too mature to be my age.

" So, should we start on music then?" I ask breaking the comfortable silence. He leans on the table.

" Yeah, so we are making the soundtrack right? Have you thought about who you want to preform live?" Harry asks me. I think about it for a minute but not too long because it is not a hard decision.

" One Direction, if that's alright." I grin. He laughs and winks at me.

" I am sure it can arranged with a little persuading," He says, seductively. I sigh.

" Fine, lemme go talk to the boys," I say with a smirk and stand p. Harry pulls me by the waist and I fall onto his lap.

" Or you could just persuade me," I almost growls and I giggle. I lean in and peck him softly on the lips. I push away but he pulls me closer. He slips his tongue in my mouth and I make a small whimper noise, twirling one of the curls at the nape of his neck around my finger. He moans and I smile, knowing I made him make that noise. Hah! I stand up and sit back down in my chair. I feel Harry's lustful, love-filled gaze on me but I ignore it. I grab a pen and a pad of paper from the table which holds paper, folders, magazines, business cards, binders, and more crap that I don't get to look through- that's Gemma and Anne's job. I begin to write down some of my favorite bands. I hear the chair push back. Footsteps stop right behind me. I feel a chin on my shoulder as I write. Arms rest on the back of my chair. I feel Harry's warn breath by my ear.

" What is this?" He asks, gesturing to the paper.

" M-my favorite ban-bands. Why don't y-you write y-yours down t-too?" I pass him another pen and piece of paper. He takes it and sits back down. I sigh of relief. I cant concentrate when he is so close. I hear the pen scribble across his paper. Okay. I start writing again.