Complicated // h.s.

three

A little bit of a filler chapter because I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to get their relationship to start. Well, I hope you all enjoy. 

-k 

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*Sawyer's POV*

It was almost time for the party which I so kindly invited Harry to. I tried to keep my distance from him after our little encounter when we got home. He made my heart race for about an hour after that and I couldn't stop thinking about his touch. It was like a sense of bliss, but I ignored it because he was stepbrother... it's wrong to think like that towards a stepbrother.

I knocked on Harry's door and walked in without him giving me a say so. He was wet with his shirt off. He had a towel around his shoulders and waist; I then realized that he had tattoos scattering his arms and chest. My breath hitched to my throat once again and then I attempted to have an angered expression on my face. He turned around with one of his cocky smirks and I shut the door behind me.

"Why aren't you ready? We leave in fifteen minutes." I told him with a roll of my eyes.

"Relax. I know what I'm doing." Harry said with a smug smile.

My eyes wandered to his tone stomach that was glistening from the water that was still on his body.

"Did you lose your voice since I last saw you?" Harry asked me stepping closer to me.

"No... I just... I... Harry, just get ready, okay?" And then I walked out of the room and shut the door.

I took a deep breath and then went out to the car where the driver opened the door for me. I received several text which I answered and by the time I was finished, Harry was in the car and we pulled out of the driveway.

"Is all you wear is black?" Harry asked once the house was out of sight.

I rolled my eyes, not answering him.

"I guess it matches your soul." Harry shrugged and type something onto his phone.

I decided that if I ignored him, perhaps I would have a good night.

"You know, Sawyer, if you weren't such a pretentious bitch, you'd be hot." Harry told me with a smirk.

I looked over to face him. I didn't know if I should have taken his left-handed compliment.

"Your flirting skills are superb, really. I'm quite shock." I said sarcastically to him.

Harry scooted closer to me. Our faces were inches apart. I didn't want to pull away because I liked this closeness, but I'd never tell him that.

"Do you want to bet on that?" Harry asked me lowly.

I looked up to the driver to see if he was listening to our conversation. Of course he wasn't. He had his headphones in and hummed along to whatever song he was listening to.

"Well, I'm always up for a little game." I shrugged with a smirk. "But I want to pick what the bet is about."

Harry silently agreed and waited for me to say what I wanted the bet to be based on. He pretended to yawn getting bored from me thinking.

"I'm only getting older." He said sarcastically.

"Okay, asshole. If you get three girls' numbers tonight..." I was thinking of what I wanted from him. What did I want from him?

"Are we in grade school? Really?" he asked me when I began to tell him the deal.

I was still silent, thinking and ignoring his comment.

"Do you need help figuring out the rest of the deal?" Harry asked with a laugh.

I nodded my head feeling defeated.

"If I win, you teach me how to drive that car of yours. If you win..." Harry then began thinking and suddenly began to be consumed with his thoughts.

"If I win, you kiss me..." Harry looked at me quite shocked that I even suggested it.

"A little bit of incest, don't you think, love?" Harry asked with a grin.

"We're not related, so it isn't entirely wrong..." I reasoned.

Harry thought about it and laughed. He held his hand out in front of me and I stared at it, confused at his actions.

"Shake on it, dumbass." He told me with a smirk.

I shook his hand and then he moved away from me back to his previous spot. I glared at him because I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. I was trying to figure out in my head if what we were doing was wrong. I mean, it couldn't be. He was only my stepbrother. The only relation we really had was that his dad and my mom got married.

*Harry's POV*

Sawyer dragged me into the party and introduced me to a few of her friends as they were sat on a couch drinking alcohol. She handed me a cup before we full walked over to them. Sawyer sat by a guy with blues eyes and brown hair that gave her a hug the minute she sat next to him. I introduced myself to the rest of the group because Sawyer was too much of a bitch to do it.

"So where are you from, Harry? I hear an accent." The guy that introduced himself as Zayn asked.

"Cheshire... England. It's a small town." I shrugged.

One of the girls whose name I never caught smiled widely as she heard I was from England.

"My father takes me to England all of the time. Isn't it wonderful?" she asked excitedly.

I shrugged. I wasn't in the mood to talk to her. Her voice quickly becoming annoying. I drank for a little bit as I got to know the group of people that I was surrounded by and almost every time I would talk or comment, Sawyer would just roll her eyes and interrupt what I was saying.

"Don't you think you should start getting those numbers?" she whispered in my ear.

"You act like it will be hard for me darling." I merely laughed.

She rolled her eyes and pushed me off the couch. I then began to walk around to see any type of attractive girl. They all were mostly hung up on another guy which wasn't good for me and I think Sawyer knew that was going to happen to me. I took a shot of tequila and then grabbed another beer before walking back to where I came from.

"So how did your number hunting go?" Sawyer asked with a smirk.

I ignored her as I continued to drink my beer. Sawyer chuckled and then went back to a conversation with her friends.

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Sawyer and I were on our way back home from the party that we just came from. She fell asleep as the driver took us home, so I was nice enough to actually bring her into her room and set her on her bed. I moved the sheets down and put her under them. She groaned before jumping up and running into her bathroom probably to throw up. She came back wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and then walked back to her bed and sat on the edge.

"Are you okay?" I asked her a bit disgusted of what I just heard.

"Did you get the numbers?" she asked, barely audible.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I usually would get the numbers easily, but it wasn't my night and couples were all over the place.

"We'll continue this tomorrow, yeah?" Sawyer mumbled.

She never made eye contact with me. She would look away from me or at her dangling feet.

"That means get the fuck out, Harry." She told me a bit loudly.

I turned around my heels and walked out of the room and into mine which was across the hall. I took my shoes and then the rest of my clothing until I reached my boxers. I slipped into the sheets with a sigh, falling asleep instantly.