Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty-Two: Christmas Pt. 2

HANNA'S POV



"Happy Christmas Haz." I whispered as I pulled away from the kiss. I turned my head but he took one of his hands from around my waist and turned it back to him.

"No." He said simply.

"What?"

"I said no."

"No, what Haz?" I questioned.

"No. Not this time. Please, I can't keep doing this. I can't keep having these moments with you just for you to walk away as soon as we stop touching and act like it never happened. Please. I can't do it anymore." He wimpered.

"Harry you know we can't..."

"I know. But please. At least until Dad and Maria get home. They get home the day after Christmas. Can we just have Christmas without any worries or cares? Can we pretend for one day that there are no boundries and we're allowed to do anything?" He begged.

"Harry..."

"Please Hanna. Just one day." He gave me pleading eyes as he took my face in both of his hands and leaned our foreheads together. One day... One day couldn't hurt.

"God how can you be so damn persuasive?" I chuckled. His straight face turned into a beaming smile that touched his eyes. I wasn't able to look at his lips for long though because they soon attatched themselves to mine in a passionate kiss. I hooked my arms around the back of his neck and felt myself being lifted up off the ground.

"Where...are...we going?" I mumbled in between kisses.

"Back to the couch." He rushed out before reattatching our lips. Without breaking the kiss, he sat down on the couch while still holding me close to him. I repositioned my legs so that I could straddle him. The kiss turned from passionate to desperate, almost as if even though we had all of tomorrow, we were going to be thrown apart at any moment. His lips removed themselves from mine and I wimpered at the loss of contact until I felt them come down onto the skin of my neck. He used only his fingertips to brush away the hair from my shoulder so he would have more access. As he started to bite down on my skin, I started to rock my hips back and forth against him, causing him to moan into my skin and bite down harder. I could feel the buldge in his pants get bigger as we both continued our actions.

"Hanna....Stop." He breathed out. I shook my head and ground my hips harder into his, making his breathing come out as short, breathless gasps.

"Hanna..." He growled in my ear. When I didn't stop, he wraped his long arms around my waist and flipped us so that he was lying on top of me on the couch. I gulped as his stare pierced straight through me.

"Why did you want me to stop?" I asked.

"Because if you had kept going, I would have ended up fucking you until Christmas was over." He said with a dangerous smirk. I rolled my eyes and pulled him down so that he was lying next to me.

"It has been a wonderful day Harry. Thank you." I said giving him a peck on the lips.

"It was nothing. And just imagine, we have all of tomorrow as well." He said, obviously imagining the possibilities. I rolled my eyes again and laid my head against his chest. I was suddenly overcome with a wave of fatigue and yawned quite loudly. I was briefly aware of Harry leaning over me to blow out the candles and pull a blanket over us.

"Goodnight Haz."

"Goodnight babe."



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I woke up sweating like crazy. Why was I so hot? I tried to move but realized I was completely pinned down by something. Or someone... My eyes flew open and all I could see was Harry's fully head of curls directly in my face. The couch must've been too small for the both of us...

I tried gently moving Harry off of me, but he was too heavy for me to lift without disturbing. I sighed, causing his hair to ruffle and he began to shift.

"Oh wait shit no.. Shhhh... Shhh... Go back to sleep.. Rock a bye Harry in the tree top, where the wind blows... umm.. la la I don't know the rest la de da.." I sang. I felt a vibration run through me as Harry laughed at my pathetic attempt to lull him back to sleep.

"Oh shut up." I mumbled, knowing he could hear me.

"No, please continue. You can carry a tune, just not the lyrics." He joked. I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see it. He groaned over dramatically as he rolled off of me and back onto the side of the couch. Finally I could breathe.

"Ew.." I muttered to myself as I could see how I was covered in a thin layer of sweat that was soaking through my shirt.

"What?" Harry asked, completely oblivious to my warm state.

"I'm going to go take a bath." I told him. Without waiting for him to say anything, I jumped off the couch and jogged upstairs. I stripped off my clothes and took a quick cold shower to get the grime off before drawing up a warm bath. When the tub was halfway full I added strawberry scented bubbles just because I could. I plugged in my headphones and closed my eyes to try and relax my muscles that were tense with the anticipation of today. I had gone through three Fall Out Boy songs when I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped clear to the sky.

"Jesus Christ Harry!! You scared the shit out of me!" I yelled at the lad who was sitting in a chair behind the tub.

"Hahaha, sorry babe." He apologized, but still kept one hand on my shoulder.

"Umm... Did you need something?" I asked.

"No. I was just bored." He shrugged as he put his other hand on my other shoulder and squeezed.

"Mmmm..." I moaned as I felt him rub some of the tense muscles.

"Does that feel good?" He teased as he squeezed the spot again. I nodded.

"Well if you're going to stay you might as well make yourself useful and give me a massage." I jeered. I grabbed a ponytail from my wrist and wrapped my hair in a messy bun. I leaned against the back of the tub and closed my eyes, waiting for Harry's hands to start.

He started at the top of my neck, rubbing little, tight circles and as he moved down, applied more pressure and moved in bigger circles. I winced a couple times when he accidentally pressed down too close to the love bites he had given me last night. Eventually, he reached my shoulders again and began to knead away all the knots. I would never say this out loud because he would turn it I to a perverted joke, but his hands are huge and magical. When all of the uncomfortable knots were gone, his arms moved around my collarbone and I could feel his smooth skin against mine.

"Let's get you out of the tub. I have a surprise for you downstairs."







A/N DONT HATE ME PLEASE FOR THIS SHORT CHAPTER. There will be a Christmas pt. 3 so don't worry. I'm just super tired and have to get up really early tomorrow to help with a service project. Thank you guys for helping me get on the fanfic list and I'm not sure how it works but hopefully if you keep voting/commenting/sharing it will move up! I love you all and thank you again!! <3 <3