(Hannah's POV)
"For the last time, I'm NOT asking Mr. Long hair for an autograph." I raise my voice at Maria.
"Fine! See ya." Maria says and drives away.
I insert the key in the lock and open the door.
The first thing I see is Mr. Styles over here sitting on the couch, looking out the window, where I was standing telling Maria I won't ask for an autograph.
"Why so mean?" He asks.
I just roll my eyes and go up to my room.
I hear the door bell ring.
A moment later I hear Mackenzie calling me.
"Yeah? Oh shit!" I ask going down the stairs and see Maria, shocked, staring at Harry, who apparently opened the door.
I run to her and she raises her hand and hands me my bag.
"Y-you forgot it in my car." She says and surprisingly looks at me.
Harry goes into a room while I take the bag.
"Thanks, M." I say.
"You're welcome." She says.
She starts going to her car and Harry suddenly runs to the door.
"Maria." He calls and she stops in her place.
She turns around and judging by her face, she'll faint.
"Here's your autograph. Next time, when you're a bit less shocked, we'll take pictures." He says and gives her a photo.
"T-Thanks." She says.
He just smiles then comes in the house again.
I roll my eyes.
Maria then goes and gets in the car.
Mackenzie closes the door and then I hear Maria squeal.
"What does she see in them?" I murmur to myself and go up to my room.
I put my bag away and decide to take a shower.
I enter the bathroom and adjust the water.
I then strip out of my outfit and step into the hot water, making it relax me.
I apply strawberry shampoo and massage it into my scalp while humming.
While washing it, I hear a knock on the door.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"I'm leaving. If you need anything, call me." Mackenzie's voice chirps from behind the door.
"Ok." I say.
I then apply vanilla conditioner and massage it in deeply.
I wash my body with strawberry shower gel then finish off my shower.
I wrap a towel around my body, and another around my hair. I get out and grab a set of black lingerie, a black tank top, jeans, and a sweater.
I then enter the bathroom and change into the clothes I got.
When I get out of the bathroom, I find a tall figure looking at my bookcase.
"What are you doing in my room?" I ask crossing my arms at my chest.
He stops, surprised.
"I-I was...uhm...looking for the bathroom." He says, turning around.
"Well, this isn't the bathroom, is it? I thought you left with Kenzie."
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My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'
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