Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-Four: For better or for worse?

HANNA' S POV

Honestly, this week had sucked. School sucked cause I had to go out of my way to avoid Seth and home sucked cause I had to go out of my way to avoid Harry and Luisa sucking face. Niall was going to be allowed back at school next week but for some reason I didn't find myself looking forward to it. I wasn't dreading it, but I wasn't particularly excited about it either. 

Ever since the accident, Niall and I had become distant. It sucked though because when I went to go visit him after school, we would talk about our days, and that would mostly be it. It felt like we were just going through the motions of dating but there was no real emotion behind our words and actions. At least that's what it felt like for me, That's why I had to talk to Niall today and either figure a way to make this work, or end it. 

I was sitting in front of my mirror trying to put my hair in a braid, but I was failing terribly. I screamed out in frustration and put my head in my hands. Everything was stressing me out and I felt like I was about to cry. 

"Hey are you okay?" I hear Harry say from the doorway. I don't answer and don't look at him because I don't want him to see how upset I am. I listen to his footsteps as he walks into my room and stops right next to me. 

"What's wrong?" He asks, pulling my desk chair up so that he can sit next to me. I decided to lie. 

"I can't braid my hair." I tried to keep my voice steady. I still didn't lift my head from my hands but I felt Harry take ahold of my hair and start to play with it. 

"What are you doing?" I mumble.

"Braiding your hair." He answers simply. I don't argue and just let him fold my hair. 

"Hairband?" I pull one off my wrist and hand it to him. He ties the ends and then lets the braid fall onto my back. I finally controlled myself enough to lift my head up. I met his eyes in the mirror. 

"Since when can you braid?" I questioned. 

"Since I arrived to Zayn's house before he did and his three sisters forced me to learn how to braid their hair." He laughed. I couldn't help but smile and laugh with him because all I could picture was Harry in a braiding chain with Zayn's sisters. 

"So are you going to tell me what's wrong?" He inquired. 

"No." I stated bluntly 

"Come on Hanna..." He groaned as I got up from my seat and started to get my purse together. 

"Harry I said I don't want to talk about it!" I yelled getting frustrated again. 

"So you're telling me that if I was Reagan and I asked what was wrong you wouldn't tell me?" He retorted. 

"That's different and you know it." I glared at him. 

"Why is it different? I want you to be able to talk to me." He was staying relativaly calm where as I was about at my wit's end. 

"Because I don't want to talk about my relationship problems with you!!" I immedietly regreted the words as soon as they came out of my mouth. 

"So this is about Niall? Did he do something? Did he hurt you?!" He exclaimed, jumping up from his chair and coming to stand in front of me. 

"No he didn't hurt me you idiot! It's just..." I trailed off. 

"Just what Hanna?"

"Forget it. I don't have to answer you." I said trying to walking around him but he blocked my path. 

"You're not happy with him anymore are you?" He asked softly. I started to feel tears in my eyes again. 

"That's none of your buisness Harry. Now move." I ordered. He didn't budge.