Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty-Four: Jay Tom and Daisy

HARRY'S POV

"So Harry are you still playing music with that little band of yours?" Dad asked me.

"Yeah. We were thinking of entering a contest that's coming up soon. If we win, we could get a record deal." I explained proudly.

"That's great son! But remember you have to keep studying. We want you to have a good education before anything else." I rolled my eyes as I always do when he mentioned my studies. He knows I apply myself.

"How about you Hanna? I hear you won that dance competition." I looked over at Hanna while she gently chewed her broccoli before answering my father. Ever since our parents got home a week ago, everything Hanna did seemed to be amplified, constantly tempting me and testing my limits.

"Well I won all the awards for my sections. I couldn't have done it without Harry though." She said turning to smile at me. I choked on the food I was eating because she literally took my breath away with that smile.

"Are you alright Harry?" Maria asked, gently rubbing my back.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just going to get some more water if you don't mind." I wheezed out.

"Of course." Maria answered. I looked over and met Hanna's worried gaze and gave her a reassuring smile as I made my way into the kitchen. The things this girl does to me...



HANNA'S POV

"So I was thinking girly, that maybe for my last night in town for a while, we can sit and watch a movie and have a girls night like we used to. How does that sound?" My mother suggested as she stood up to take our plates.

"That sounds great! And don't worry about the dishes Mum, I've got them." I insisted as I carefully took the dishes she ready had in her hand.

"Oh thank you so much sweetheart!" I smiled at both of them and made my way into the kitchen. I jumped a little as the door closed because there was Harry, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, emphasizing his muscles. I couldn't help but stare at them as I passed. He noticed.

"Now what are you smirking at?" I asked as I set the pile of dishes next to the sink.

"Just you." He shrugged as he made his way over to me.

"What about me?" I ran the water and began to wash the first plate.

"You can't just do that..." At this point he was right behind me and I could feel his breath on my neck.

"Do w-what?" I stuttered.

"Be so goddamn sexy all the time..." My hands shook lightly as his lips trailed down from my ear down to my shoulder. I leaned my head against him and bit my lip in an attempt to stifle my moans.

"I said stop..." He growled against me.

"Harry..." I moaned quietly. I felt his large hands cup my bum and squeeze it. The action surprised me and the plate I was washing clattered into the sink. It didn't faze Harry though. He continued to softly nibble my skin making my knees wobble. I hadn't felt his touch like this since Christmas.

"Hanna?" Mum's approaching voice made us jump apart. Harry, in a record time, managed to get to the other side of the kitchen and open the cuboard, pretending to be looking for something. When my mum came into the room, she didn't suspect a thing.

"Hanna, what movie do you want to watch?" She asked me from the doorway.

"Hmmm... how about The Great Gatsby?" I suggested.

"Sounds great! I'll meet you in the media room." With that, she left the kitchen and the door swung itself shut. Harry and I let out a sigh of relief that we hadn't been caught.

"That was close." I said, stating the obvious.

"Yeah, but it was fun." He chuckled.

"Mum almost walked in on you squeezing my ass." I pointed out.

"Like I said, it was fun." I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the dishes. I heard the door swing open then shut and I assummed Harry had left. He came back a minute later though and stood behind me again, pulling my hair away.

"Harry not again." I complained. I seriously did not want either of our parents walking in on us.

"I wasn't going to do anything. I just thought I'd help you out."

"With what- Harry what the hell?!" I exclaimed as one of Harry's hands held my head firmly to the side, making my neck immoble. I felt his fingers gently press around sore areas of my collar bone. I flicked my eyes down to the counter where an open jar of concealer lay. A lightbulb went off in my head when I realized that he was trying to cover the hickies he had just given me.

"Make sure to apply it evenly." Was all I said as I finished washing the dishes as best I could. When he finished he gave me a quick peck on the cheek and backed away. I let out a quiet sigh from our lack of contact. I heard him laugh his adorable yet slightly obnoxious laugh as he exited the kitchen.



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"So how has living with Harry been?" My mum asked as I sat down with a small bowl of popcorn between us.

"It's been okay. He's everything I pictured a brother to be. Pesky, annoying, but caring at the same time." I answered.

"That's good. Do you have any special guys in your life?" Typical mum question...

"Not at the moment." I lied. I hoped I had a good poker face.

"Whatever happened to Niall?" She asked. I choked on my popcorn a little bit.

"We just didn't work out, we fell out of love, whatever you want to call it. He just wasn't the guy I wanted to spend the rest of my life with so I didn't see the point." I answered honestly. My answer got me thinking, did I want to spend the rest of my life with Harry? I mean yes, I loved him. But did we have a future? Would we ever be able to go out on dates without people thinking badly of our relationship? Could I see us having children and growing old together? Dammit Mum, you had to go and put these thoughts in my head...

The movie started so we put the conversation aside for the time being. I kept drifting in and out of reality during the movie. One second I would be thinking what a great actor Leo is and how he deserves an Oscar, and the next I was thinking about Daisy. If Daisy had left Tom, she would have spent the rest of her life with Gatsby. Could Niall be Tom? If Niall was Tom then did that make Harry, Gatsby? Or was that role yet to be played by someone else? There were so many thoughts running through my head that I wore myself out and fell asleep sometime during the movie.

I awoke to the feeling of strong arms lifting me into the air.

"Harry?" I mumbled. I was too tired still to open my eyes and check.

"Shhh... Go back to sleep Hanna." He whispered. I heard him open my bedroom door, and pad his way over to my bed. He gently set me down and placed a sweet kiss on my temple.

"Goodnight Hanna." Were the last words I heard before I was sent spiraling into a confusing 1920's nightmare, leaving me with more than enough questions to try and answer in the morning.



A/N Yeah so if you guys couldn't tell I had Gatsby on my mind... I was listening to the soundtrack as I wrote this so yup. So Hanna's questioning some stuff... how will that turn out? I hope you guys liked this chapter! Please vote/comment/share because it means so much to me that y'all love this story and give it so many votes and reads and everything. It makes me sooo happy. :) Let's see if maybe we can get me back on the fanfic list?? Maybe? Possibly? Idk but either way you guys are seriously the best. Thank guys so much for everything and I love y'all!!! <3 <3