Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Thirteen: From Sunrise to Sunset

HANNA'S POV

"Hanna come on get up." A raspy voice said in my ear.

"Five more minutes." I mumbled.

"I gave you five more minutes ten minutes ago. It's almost noon. You have to get up." Harry ordered. I shook my head no and heard him sigh.

"I guess we're doing it the hard way."

"What's the hard- AH!" I screamed when my curtains were ripped open and my covers ripped off my body. I grabbed a pillow to cover my lower half because I was only in a big tee shirt and underwear, and then cowered in a ball.

"Harry it's fucking f-freezing!!" I yelled.

"It's summer Hanna, it's not that cold. Now are you going to get up?" He asked crossing his arms.

"No." I glared at him. I slid myself in between my bed and the wall and used the pillow as a blanket.

"I don't know why you do this, it's only going to bother you more." He muttered. I felt the pillow come off of me and a pair of hands grab my ankles.

"NO!" I screamed. I held onto the wire headboard while Harry tugged on my ankles lifting me in the air.

"Let go Harry!"

"Let go Hanna!" He imitated me. He finally released my ankles and I felt myself collapse on the bed.

"Fine. If that's the way you want it..." And suddenly I was slung over his shoulder.

"Harry put me down!" I yelled hitting his back. I was more concerned with the fact that my barley clad butt was in his face than the fact that I was out of bed. He carried me to the bathroom and set me down inside the tub.

"Take a shower and get ready. We're doing something today."

"Like what?" I asked, but he ignored me and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door on the way out. I rolled my eyes and stepped out of the shower to let the water warm up and to strip.

I took a long shower and then got dressed in black skinny jeans, a red tee shirt and combat boots. I was still pretty cold regardless of my shower. I braided my hair and put a little makeup on before walking downstairs.

"What are you wearing?" I asked. He was wearing skinny jeans, a white vee neck tee shirt with a leather jacket over it. To be honest, he looked hot.

"Appropriate clothing. Good, so are you. Here's a piece of toast. Eat while you walk. Come on." He said motioning for him to follow me to the garage. I took the toast and ate it quickly but almost spit it out when he handed me a helmet.

"Are you serious?!" I asked excitedly. He smiled, nodded and then swung his legs over his motorcycle putting his helmet on.

"Well are you just going to stand there?" He asked sarcastically. I put my helmet on and then rolled my eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, I'm helping you cross something off your bucket list." He said as I straddled the bike. How did he know I had rolled my eyes? X-ray vision. I knew it.

"Hold on tight." He instructed as he hit the garage door opener. I didn't think I needed to hold on that tight so I just held onto his shoulders as we cruised down the road but once we hit the highway, he really picked up speed. I almost flew off the bike an wrapped my arms tightly around his muscled torso.

"I told you to hold on." He chuckled. We zoomed down the highway until we hit a back road with almost no traffic on it. I brace myself forward to get ready to do the thing I had to do to get this item off my bucket list.