My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'

Chapter 18

(Hannah's POV)

How will I do it?

What will I ask her?

She went out of the shower a few minutes ago and I'm in my room.

I sigh as I get up, holding the things in my hands and head to her room.

I knock slowly as I hide my hand behind my back.

"Come in." She says.

I open to find her checking her drawers.

I sigh and close the door behind me.

"Looking for these?" I ask revealing my hands.

She looks at me then immediately looks down in shame.

"Why, Mackenzie, why?" I ask as she drops on the bed.

She takes a deep breath and starts crying.

"Kenzie, talk to me." I say as I place them on her side table and sit next to her.

"It's hard, Hannah. It's hard. I know they haven't been around much, but, knowing they'll never come back is hard. It's torture." She says, tugging on her hair.

I sigh and hug her tightly.

"I understand the antidepressants, but, why the blades? Why, Kenzie?" I ask.

"Wait... You thought... No. There not for that. I-I got the wrong kind of blades. But, I'm going to give them to Harry, since he's a man." She says.

I just nod.

"I-I just need to rest more. I'll just go to sleep." She says.

I nod and leave the room, taking the blades and antidepressants with me.

"What'd she say?" Harry asks when I enter my room.

"She said that it's hard. And that she got the wrong kind of blades so she'll give them to you." I say and give him the blades.

"Thanks. I guess. What's she doing now?"

"Going to sleep. What time is it?"

"Nine pm."

"Shit!"

I have school tomorrow and I haven't done my algebra homework.

"What?"

"Tomorrow's Monday. I have school. I haven't done my algebra homework."

"You can skip tomorrow. You're going through issues."

"I'd love to. But, I've been lying to mom and dad for a couple of weeks and missing school. Now that they're not alive anymore, I feel like I owe it to them to attend." I say as I get my algebra text book and notebook.

I sit on my desk chair and open the assigned pages.

I then groan and hit my bang my head on my desk.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

I thought he left my room.

"I stink at Algebra. I also happen to be one of the millions who hate it." I say.

"I could help you. I mean, if you want." He says.

"Well, if you ensure me I'll pass. I'll let you help me."

"I'll try." He says as he gets up and stands next to me and looks over at the problems and begins helping me.

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