Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Dinner and a Show

HANNA'S POV

Harry drove us to the restaurant where we were meeting Liam and Allie. We pulled up and I was immedietly glad that I dressed up. As we drove up to the vallet, I saw people getting out of the car in front of us. The ladies were wearing sparkling dresses with six inch heels and tons of jewelry. I actually felt a little underdressed. I started fidgeting with my hands out of nervousness. Before I knew it I heard a tap on my window and looked to see Harry. He smiled at my obvious surprise and opened my door.

"My lady..." He offered his hand out to help me out of the car. As gracefully as I could, I took it and attempted to step out of the car without tripping. I ended up wobbling a little bit and had to cling to Harry so I didn't lose my balance. His reaction was to laugh loudly and obnoxiously for which we got disapproving stares. I shot him a glare and he reduced his laughter to quiet, muffled chuckles. I didn't really know what was so funny.

"Hi, we're supposed to be meeting our friend here. His name is Liam Payne." Harry told the host.

"Ah, yes of course. Right this way Mr. Styles." The man said as he grabbed his notepad and led us to our table. As we weaved in and out of tables I had to do a double take.

"You okay?" Harry asked.

"I thought I saw-- nevermind." I shook the possibility out of my mind and returned my focus to walking in my heels. We finally arrived at the booth where Liam and Allie were already sitting. Allie was dressed in a baby pink spaghetti strap dress with glittering embelishment on the chest.

"Hanna! Harry! I'm so glad you came." Allie squealed as she jumped up from her seat to give both Harry and I a hug. When she was done Liam stood up and did the same thing.

"Good to see you guys! Do you like the place?" He asked.

"Yes, it's incredible! How did you come across it?" I wondered.

"My friend's family recently bought it and renovated it. They invited me to bring a few friends to check it out." Liam explained.

"That was nice of them. Who's your friend?" Harry pressed.

"His name is Ryan. I know him from soccer."

Ryan... Soccer...There is no way it could be... I mean what are the chances.

"In fact, there he is. Ryan! Over here man!" Liam called out to behind Harry and I. We both turned in our seats to see an attractive looking guy walk towards us.

It was him.

He looked the same as when I last saw him, except his jaw looked a little more defined. His sand colored hair was combed neatly and was gelled in the front. And as always he was wearing a fitted shirt to show off his muscles but his jeans were replaced with a pair of nice dress pants.

"Hey Liam! And this must be the lovely Allie you told me so much about. Bonjour mademoiselle." He spoke in a flawless accent as he kissed the top of her hand.

"And you must be Harry." He concluded as he shook Harry's hand,

"And-- well well. Who do we have here? Hanna is that you?" He asked mischievously. I nodded.

"Wait, you guys know each other?" Liam asked with a smile. I was beyond terrified. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry's head whip around to me as I squeezed his hand in a death grip under the table.

"Yeah, you could say that. Hanna and I have a history. Don't we Hanna?" It took me a second to realize he had asked me a question.

"Oh, um, yeah. Yeah, Ryan and I knew each other at my old school." I huffed. My heart rate was picking up and I was breathing harder. I just wanted him to leave. Of course that couldn't happen though.