My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'

Chapter 21

(Harry's POV)

I hear squeals and gasps as I walk through the school hallway.

"Oh my god! It's Harry Styles." Someone squeals.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" Maria asks coming near me after closing her locker.

"Do you know a guy named Asher? He's in Algebra with Hannah." I say.

"Uh... Yeah. Why?"

"Where is he?"

"Harry, what's wrong?"

I give her the note.

"Where's Hannah?" She asks after reading it.

"She texted me and I took her home. Where were you?" I ask.

"Louis picked me up to go to the OB meeting with Riley. Now I'm back."

"Now, where's that Asher guy?"

"There he is. The one in the blue shirt and black jeans."

I nod and go his way.

"Maria, can you tell Introduce me to Harry? Please." A girl squeals as I leave.

"Not now, Harriet." I hear Maria say as she opens her locker.

"Asher?" I ask as I reach him.

"Yes." He says with a raised eyebrow.

The bell then rings and everyone clears the halls. It's just me and him.

"Do you know Hannah Anderson?" I ask.

"Yes." He snorts.

I then grab his collar in a fist and push him on the lockers strongly.

"Come near her again, and you're dead. Dead." I say and leave, going back to meet Niall to go to the meeting.

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(Hannah's POV)

My phone then dings.

Ashven: Hey, Hannah.

Me: Hey.

Ashven: So... I can't go this Friday.

Me: Oh... Is everything ok?

Ashven: Yeah... Everything's fine.

Me: Can I help?

Ashven: Just... Stay away from me. I thought you were special Hannah.

Me: Ashven... What are you talking about?

Ashven: Your boyfriend just dropped by the school again.

Me: Ashven... I don't have a boyfriend.

Ashven: Stop lying already.

Me: Ashven... I'm not. Believe me. He's my sister's boyfriend. Not mine.

Ashven: Then why does he seem all over you.

Me: There's nothing between us... Plus, I was kinda looking forward to our first date... Too bad you can't come.

Ashven: I believe you, Hannah. I can't wait to see you on Friday.

I smile as I lock my phone and lay back down on the bed before calling Maria. She hangs up. A moment later she texts me.

Mar: Hannah, I'm back at school. In History now... I'll call you in ten minutes.

I lock the phone and get up. What did Harry do? Why'd he go back to the school?