Is It Wrong?

Chapter 15

I slipped downstairs to the smell of coffee and food. I was tired, annoyed and groggy due to being woken up by my father calling my name. It was a typical saturday morning. Anne and Harry would make breakfast whilst my father read the paper and sipped coffee. I sat at the dining table as Anne placed a plate of eggs, toast, bacon and sausage in front of me. I muttered a thank you and poured myself a glass of orange juice from the pitcher on the table.

Once everyone was seated and eating, my father began to tell us stories of him and Anne’s trip to Croatia a few weeks ago. I wasn’t in the mood to listen so I tried my best to block him out until he stopped speaking. I was about to get up and place my empty plate in the sink when Harry’s voice stopped me.

"Wait," he said and we all glanced at him. “Mom, Robin, I want to tell you guys something and I need you to keep a very open mind, ok?" he questioned and they nodded hesitantly and gave each other confused looks. I wondered what this was about until he started speaking again.

"Kay and I love each other and want to be together. I’m gonna need both of you to accept that. We aren’t blood related and yes it may be weird for you guys and other people but I don’t care, we don’t choose who we love," he smiled as he glanced at them before staring at me.

My heart was in my throat as I watched my father wipe his mouth nervously and Anne exhale deeply. Fuck! Why did he do that? Why did he say something? This isn’t good, I thought to myself as I sat there dumbfounded and confused.

"Harry, no, that is just wrong and sick. Clearly you two haven’t gotten past what happened last time so that means Robin and I will have to take much drastic precautions, to ensure that this relationship goes nowhere"

"But mum-" he started but my father cut him off.

"Who’s gonna go?" he questioned as he folded his hands in front of him.

"Go where?" I asked nervously, fearing the worst.

"To boarding school. One of you has to go. This is unacceptable and I won’t tolerate this and neither will Anne. So please, you have until 4 pm to speak and figure out who’s going. Because both of you cannot and will not stay under one roof"

Tears pricked my eyes as I slid out of my seat and bolted upstairs. Fuck this is all his fault! Why did he say something? My mind drifted to the other night after sex with him. 

"Harry, if you can’t stand up to our own parents, what is supposed to convince me that you will stick up for me to anyone else?"

Shit, this was my fault too…no, it’s all him. Now one of us has to leave! We have to fucking leave because of this shit. I buried my face in my pillow as I sobbed. A knock at my door caused me to sniffle and compose myself long enough to say come in. Of course, Mr. Styles himself waltzed into my room not saying a word. He climbed into my bed and laid next to me. His eyes darting back and forth, his expression impassive.

"I’ll go," he whispered and I shook my head. “No, I did this. I- I thought this is what you wanted, I didn’t think they’d react that way" he muttered and I cried harder. “Please stop crying. I can go stay with my dad or something. He doesn’t live far, we barely talk but I’ll still be close to you" he breathed as he pulled me in his arms. “No matter what, after this year they can’t tell us anymore. I’ll be graduated and gone and you’ll be 18. We can still make this work" 

"Harry it isn’t that simple" I mumbled into his chest and he kissed my forehead as he replied.

"I know, but we can do it. I’m so sorry"

***

For the next 2 days, I watched as Harry slowly packed. I couldn’t allow him to go, this was his home. In a way, my father and I moved here and intruded so it just wouldn’t be fair for him to leave. So, while he packed, I did too, I could stay with my mother in the next town. I could probably still be able to attend the same school as Harry even though it wouldn’t be the same. 

I loved him for saying something, for standing up, even though it backfired. How could my father and Anne not get it? How could they be so cold? 

I knocked on Harry’s door to tell him that I was going, that I would feel like shit to let him leave. He swung it open and I could see the toll that this was taking on him. His eyes were puffy, hair disheveled, and clothes wrinkled, he looked a complete mess.

"Harry, I’m going to my mum’s" I muttered as he stared at me impassively.

"No, we’ve been through this," he started but I held my hand up for him to stop. 

"She’s on her way now, I just thought that I could tell you." I half smiled as I stepped forward and hugged him. His hands wrapped around me and he held me tight. I never wanted to let go, I never wanted this moment to end. He was my step-brother, my rock, my love. Us falling in love was inevitable, in my opinion, and I can’t believe our parents couldn’t understand that. It hurt so much but we could get past it. I could move and we could still be together. 

"I’m so sorry," he sniffled against my hair and I felt the tears threatening to escape my eyes. 

"It’s fine. I love you," I breathed as I looked up at him and watched his eyes.

"I love you too," and those 4 words made my heart flutter. I needed him, one more time under the same roof.

"Where’s your mum?" I asked.

"Out, your dad?" he questioned and I shrugged, not knowing where he was off too.

"Take me again, one last time here, please" I whispered and there was no hesitation as he picked me up, closing his bedroom door behind him and locking it. He walked us over to his bed and placed me down on it. His fingers running over every part of exposed flesh before he pulled my shirt over my head. His fingers unclasped my bra before running down the soft skin of my stomach towards my sex. I needed him badly, and this was something we both needed. This would be our therapy, our release.

"Please" I begged, frustrated with his pace. He smiled as our lips met and his fingers hooked in my shorts. He pulled them down, along with my underwear, forcing him to break our kiss. He removed his shorts, his commando state leaving one less barrier to remove. His shirt was last to go before he spread my legs and filled me. He was slow and deep, letting me feel all of him. 

"Fuck" I whimpered, as he started moving quicker, burying his face in my neck, nipping on my skin. 

"God you feel so good" he cried against me and my fingers knotted in his hair.

"Baby, I can feel you in my stomach, shit" I gasped. He felt bigger and deeper than ever before.

"Oh FUCK!" he shouted as I clenched my walls and he picked up the pace. “Come for me baby" he encouraged and I focused on the feeling of him in me, in and out, hard and fast.

"I love you, fuck I love you so much" I moaned as my orgasm built up in me.

"Say it again," he ordered and I repeated those meaningful words and he released. His warmth triggered my climax which caused me to cry out. I came hard and loudly and I could feel him still in me, helping me ride it out.

"Oh baby," he cried as he kissed my lips before pulling out. I could feel our juice run down my legs and onto his bed. He smiled as he got a tissue and cleaned me.

"I love you so much," he smiled as he kissed me and I knew he meant it. I knew that no matter where I lived or where we were that he would still love me and we would be together.