My Brother Loves Me than He Should {H.S.} (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 2~New Stuff For LaRay

A/N: Just a little note, this story is coming out of the top of my head, this not written down so things in the story might get confusing.

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The next day Harry woke up early, he rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, he has a new little sister. He groaned and scrubbed his hands over his face. He decided yesterday after the whole sitaution with Taylor that he would take her out and buy her some clothes for her and a few other things for her so that she could feel at home. Maybe even redecorate her room. He pushed the covers off his body and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He run his hands through his hair, running into some tangled knots. He stood up, walked out of his room, he walked towards LaRay's room to check on her. He poked his head through her door to see still sound asleep.

Harry smiled and walked down and into the kitchen. He cooked her a homemade breakfast like you know, bacon , eggs, and french toast. (A/N: That's what I eat for breakfast plus I don't know how their breakfast goes in London, so let's just say that they are positioned in the US :c) Once Harry was finished cooking, he fixed LaRay a plate and placed it on the table. While he was fixing himself a plate, he heard a loud bump, a thud, and a series of cuss words. He snickered and turned around to see LaRay on the floor, holding her foot. He watched as she stood up and start grumbling about being in his home the first day and already hurting herself. She sat down in the chair in front of the island.

"Morning, sunshine." Harry said snickering a bit.

LaRay grumbled, grabbed the fork that Harry handed to her, and started eating. One bite into the toast and she was awake. "This is really good."

"Well, thank you." Harry said chuckling. The two finished their breakfast in silence, not awkward silence, which is surprising because they barely know each other. It's also weird how they have a brother-sister bond and they never met each other. Surprising. "Now that we've eaten our breakfast, get dressed."

"Why?"

"We're going out." Harry said putting the dishes in the sink.

"Why?"

"Because I want you to feel comfortable here and plus, you're going to need some new clothes and you can't sleep in the same clothes you've worn all day." Harry said making LaRay feel...wanted and cared for.

"Ok, but you take a shower first because I use up all the hot water when I take a shower."

"Oh, no, you go first. This day is about you so you take a shower first." He said pointing his finger at her. She said shyly and quietly replied with an 'ok'. She jumped out of her seat and walked towards the bathroom. "There's towels in the cupboard in the bathroom" Harry yelled after her. He walked to his room and grabbed his phone and saw that he got twenty messages, nineteen of them were from Taylor and one was from Louis. He ignored the messages from Taylor and looked to see what Louis wanted.

He wanted to know if he wanted to go to a party. Harry hasn't been to a party in a while, plus when Louis talks about a party, he usually means that him and the rest of the boys are gonna hang out at his house. He texted him if it was an actual party. He replied back with a yes and said that it would be later on today. Harry replied with a yes. Harry heard the water turn off and saw LaRay walked past his room with wet hair and wrapped in a towel. 'Maybe I should ask LaRay if she would like to go to the party' He thought, it would let get to the people he hangs out with. Plus, the guys would treat her like she's their sister as well. He sighed, got off his bed and closed the door. He stripped off his sweatpants as he walked towards his bathroom. He opened the shower door and turned on the hot water then took off his briefs. He stuck his hand under the water to see if was hot. When it was hot enough for him, he stepped in and shut the door. He tilted his head back under the water and sigh as the water cascaded upon and down his face.