My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'

Chapter 19

(Hannah's POV)

Harry orders us all a round of vodka.

"Just vodka?" I ask.

"The darker the drink the worse the hangover. You have school tomorrow." Harry says.

"I still can't believe it." Maria tells Louis.

"Yeah. The fact that neither of us remembers the other." Louis says.

"Well, I was 8 or 9. You were 10 or 11, you should remember."

"It was nine years ago. My memory begins the day I started the X-factor."

"What's going on?" I ask.

Maria and Louis look at each other then at me.

"I found out that I knew Louis and we were best friends before." Maria says.

"What?" Harry, Niall, Liam, Sophia, Demi, and I ask at the same time.

"She saw my sister and my sis recognized her. She even had some photos of the two of us playing together in Doncaster." Louis says.

"Doncaster?" Harry asks.

"Yeah. She lived there through 2nd and 3rd grade." I say as the bartender gives us the shots.

"Yeah. I have this scar on my ankle from an accident there." Maria says.

"What happened?" Demi asks.

"Well, from what Mum told me, because I don't remember, I was playing in the park with a boy and we both fell, I got this scar on my ankle and he got one on his wrist." Maria says.

"Louis, don't you have a scar on your wrist that you don't know the cause of?" Liam asks.

"It was you?" Maria asks, turning to Louis.

He now has a cheeky grin plastered on his lips.

I couldn't help but smile as I down my second shot.

I feel eyes on me and turn to see Harry looking at me.

"Like what you see?" I tease and he turns back around.

We keep drinking and talking and laughing for a couple more hours till the boys call it a night.

Maria is drunk, Demi is sober, Sophia is tipsy, Harry just has alcohol in his system, Louis is sober, Liam is tipsy, Niall is sober, and I, on the other hand, am drunk.

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(Harry's POV)

"Thanks for the drive, Lou." I say and get out of the car before pulling Hannah with me.

"I don't wanna go home yet." She whines.

"It's midnight and you have school tomorrow." I say as we enter the house.

"So? It's still early." She slurs.

"Shhh. If your sister wakes up, she'll kill me." I say.

"It's not my fault you didn't have fun. I want to have more." She says.

"Hannah, you're drunk. Come on. Let me take you upstairs."

When she tries to walk she almost slips so, I carry her and she giggles.

"You're so strong, Harold." She says as I enter her room.

"Thanks." I say and roll my eyes.

"And cute." She says as she swipes her finger on the tip of my nose as I put her on her bed.