Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Seven: I Love You

HANNA'S POV

So it seemed absolutely everyone was thrilled with the idea of Niall and me dating. My mum thought he was the sweetest boy I had ever brought home (he was only the second one) and John, having known him for a while, approved. Reagan thought it was adorable and she told me several time she shipped us. The other boys always teased Niall but still gave him pats on the back on getting the girl. The only one that didn't approve of the relationship was Harry. Harry seemed thoroughly pissed at the mere idea of me dating Niall. No one had any idea why, but Harry's opinion was still very clear to everyone. It made his relaitonship with Niall tense which I hated.

Harry also had started doing some pretty weird stuff. Well, he wasn't doing anything per say but he would do things that he would know that would start an argument between Niall and me. Like the other day we were just sitting there watching TV and Harry goes, "Hanna doesn't like football." Although it was true, he knew Niall would react to it and bombard me with questions on why I didn't like football. I answered as calmly and logicly as I could and made sure that Harry didn't get what he wanted, which was a stupid argument that could break us up. None of us had any idea why he was trying to do this, we just know that it was happening constantly, and this afternoon was no different. 

Niall and I were in the living room in the middle of a steamy makeout session when Harry came bounding down the stairs and told Niall I didn't like potatoes. I saw Niall twitch and sigh but he refused to let Harry get to him. We both ignored him and went back to kissing each other. I could sense Harry rolling his eyes at us and just to piss him off I groaned into the kiss a little bit. 

"Hanna do you mind?" Harry said coming over and leaning against the wall directly across from us. I broke the kiss to answer. 

"No." I mumbled and then pulled Niall in to an even deeper kiss than before. 

"Slut." He whispered under his breath, but Niall and I both had heard him. Niall pulled away from our kiss with a fire I had never seen glowing in his eyes. 

"What did you just say?" He said standing up to get closer to Harry's height. 

"Well I mean look at her. You two are practicly fucking there on the couch and do you see her outfit? It's obviously to put on a show for you. No one else would wear a top that small-" He was cut off by Niall's fist colliding with his jaw. I couldn't move. Most of it was out of the shock and pain of what Harry had said. I just watched as Niall hit Harry one more time before shoving him down on the ground and coming back over to me. 

"Hanna, baby don't listen to him." He said pulling me up and into a hug. I knew I was going to start crying. I had to leave. 

"Babe, umm... I'm really tired. I'm going to go take a nap. I'll call you later?" I suggested as I started walking towards the stairs. He nodded understanding that I needed my space. I walked as far away from Harry who was still lying on the ground with blood dripping from his nose but not caring, and up to my room. I locked the door and ran onto my bed, shoved my face in the pillow and began to cry. I had always tried to be modest in what I wore, and I was only kissing Niall like that to piss off Harry. I sat up and looked at my shirt in the mirror. Maybe it was a little transparent... I don't know. I guess I just wouldn't wear this shirt anymore. I quickly took it off and threw it on the floor and pulled on a long tee-shirt of my Dad's and went outside to sit on the balcony and read a book to calm my nerves. 

"It was the best of times, and it was the worst of times..." 

Okay no enough of that shit. I threw A Tale of Two Cities back into my room and pulled out The Great Gatsby out from under the comfy chair I was sitting in, plugged in my iPod and began reading where I left off. These were always the stories that facinated me. The ones about forbidden love that could never be due to one reason or another. I guess I had always wondered what that would be like...having to fight for something that you can't have or having to watch it from afar, not being able to portray your feelings-