My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'

Chapter 12

(Maria's POV)

After Louis closes the door, I pull away slowly for air.

He's looking behind me, so, I get off him and turn around to find Hannah and Harry.

Hannah is standing by my Besties wall and Harry is sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What are you guys doing in my room?" I ask.

"My so called girlfriend ditched me to play with your brother and friends." Harry says.

"And, you two disappeared. So, I came here and found him here." Hannah says.

"Well... Uhm... Oh! Hannah, remember that guy that you find cute but, you don't like his name. The one you say his name is a burden of his cuteness." I say.

"Ashven?" She asks.

"Yeah. I saw him downstairs and he was asking about you. Something about you forgetting your pen with him from last week at school. I'm sure it's just an excuse to talk to you, but, yeah." I say.

"I'll go check him out." She says and leaves.

"Good luck you two." Harry says and leaves.

"Now," I say and lock my door, "where were we?"

Louis smiles and wraps his arms around my waist.

"We were right here." He says before pressing his lips to mine.

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(Harry's POV)

I follow Hannah downstairs and into the kitchen as she drinks another shot.

Ashven. Who is this Ashven? And why does she find him cute?

"Hannah, I was looking for you." An American accent interrupts my thought line.

I look to find a guy with jet black hair, dark brown eyes, he's basically the young version of Jason Biggs.

"Hey, Ashven." Hannah says.

"Hey. So... You forgot this with me on Friday." He says and gives her a pen.

"Thanks. Is that why you were looking for me?" She asks.

"Yeah. It's not like I'm some pervert who is using a pen to talk to you." He says.

"Oh, well, if that's all, I'll go hang out with Harry then. Oh, and by the way, that wouldn't make you a pervert."

Harry?

That's me!

She turns around and her smile turns into a smirk.

She comes and stands next to me with our backs to that guy.

"Walk with me the first couple of steps." She says.

"3...2...1." She counts as we go up the stairs.

"Hannah." Ashven calls.

We turn around and he's at the end of the stairway.

"Maybe I am one. Would you like a drink?" He asks.

"Maybe later, Ashven. See you on Monday." She says and continues going upstairs.

"Woah. What was that?" I ask.

"That, my friend, is how you make a guy want you. Put yourself in Ashven's shoes, how would you feel?" She asks as we enter a bedroom.

"Jealous."

"Exactly." She smiles and sits down on the edge of the seat.

Her phone then rings.

She picks it up.

"Hello?" She says.

"Yes. I'm Hannah Anderson. Is something wrong?"

"What?" She suddenly freezes and the phone drops from her hand.

"What's wrong?" I ask and take the phone.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Hello, where's Ms. Anderson?" A woman asks.

"She's currently shocked, may I know what's wrong?"

"Are you family?"

"I'm her older sister's boyfriend."

"Well, sir, I'm sorry to inform you that Mr. and Mrs. Anderson just passed away in a car accident on their way to the airport."

"Oh god."

The line then goes dead.

"Hannah, are you ok?" I ask slowly, crouching down in front of her.

"I-I don't know." She says.

"Do you want me to take you home?"

"Please."

I nod and she stands up, but falls.

"Hey. Hey. Come on." I say and carry her.

We go out and I find Mackenzie.

"Mackenzie, come on. We're going." I say.

"Why? I'm having fun." She says.

"I'll tell you in the car. Come on." I say and head to the car.

I place Hannah in the back and Mackenzie sits in the front seat.

"What's wrong?" Mackenzie asks as I start driving.

"They're gone." Hannah squeaks.

"Who?" Mackenzie asks.

I take a deep breath before holding her hand.

"Mackenzie, your parents just passed away in a car accident."