Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-Two: Remember

HANNA'S POV

He didn't remember me. That line kept running through my brain as I ran down the halls despretly wanting to escape. 

"Hanna! Hanna wait!" I heard someone call. I ignored whoever it was and turned a corner into an empty hallway. I kept running until a hand grabbed my arm yanking me back. 

"Hanna stop!" Harry said as he pulled me into his chest. I broke down crying in his chest for the second time that day. 

"Hanna don't worry. He'll remember." He said tenderly. 

"T-that's n-not what I'm w-worried about." I stuttered. 

"Then what is it?" He asked turning my head up to him. 

"He remembered you, and he remembered Liam, and- and he remembered Ella. But he didn't remember me! I'm obviously not that important to him." I cried. 

"Hanna that's complete bullshit and you know it. Niall loves you and everyone knows it. There is nothing he wouldn't do for you. The only reason he doesn't remember you is because he hasn't known you as long as he's known everyone else. Trust me, in a few days he's going to feel like shit that he didn't remember you." He said putting both hands on my cheeks. For a second I thought he was going to kiss me, but he just placed a gentle kiss on my forehead and pulled me in for another hug. 

"Thank you Haz." I mumbled into his chest. 

"Anytime."

HARRY'S POV

I took her hand and we started walking back to Niall's room slowly. We didn't talk, but instead she attempted to control her emotions. She was still sniffling when we reached the room. Liam walked over to us and pulled her into a bear hug. He held her there for a few seconds before pulling away.

"I explained to him what happened with Ella. He said he kind of remembers it. I also explained to him who you were. Do you want to go in and see if he remembers anything this time?" Liam asked her. She looked towards me and I gave her a shrug. 

"Okay, I'll try." She said and she walked into the room. 

 LIAM'S POV

While Hanna was in the room talking to Niall, Harry and I went to go grab some coffee. 

"So how you doing mate?" I asked him. 

"Me? I'm fine. I should be asking you that. Are you sure you're okay?" He asked quickly throwing the spotlight off him. 

"I'm fine. But I'm talking about the whole you and Hanna situation. How's that working?" 

"Look mate, I really don't want to talk about it." He said taking his coffee and starting to walk away. 

"Bullshit. It's eating you up inside and you need to talk about it. Now I'm the only one that knows so I expect you to talk to me!" I said getting up and grabbing his arm. He sighed and nodded. 

"Let's take a walk." I said. We made our way through the endless maze of empty hallways. 

"It just sucks man. Cause she's with Niall. And she's happy with Niall. I would be a complete arsehole to try and break them up. It would be completely selfish of me. But at the same time, I want her so badly. God this whole situation blows." He said finishing his rant. 

"I understand mate. Do you know what you're going to do?" 

"I guess I'm just going to have to be there for her, but I have to try and move on. God you are so lucky you aren't worrying about girls." He said shaking his head.