Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty-Five: What Are We?

A/N Idk if there is some formal way of doing this but I"m just going to do it this way. I'm dedicating this chapter to IvisFlorentino and xxrunner92. Cause really they're just fucking awesome and deserve it. <3

HARRY'S POV

Dad and Maria left early the next morning. I woke Hanna up at around 4:30 AM so that we could drive them to the airport to say goodbye. It wasn't that hard for me to say goodbye to my dad. I was used to him going away for extended periods. It had never been for this long, but still. Hanna, however had a harder time. I guess they had done serious bonding or something last night because she was in full blown tears when it was time for us to leave. I held her hand as we waved them off and they disappeared into the terminal, out of sight.

"Are you okay?" I asked her as we walked back to the car. She nodded her head and sniffed. I knew she wasn't so I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a hug. She hugged me back, but not as tightly as I thought she would. It was still way dark as we drove home, so I was extra careful on the road. For once, there wasn't any music playing and we wern't talking. We were just sitting in complete silence. As we pulled up to the house, I stopped to check the mail from yesterday and then we went inside.She silently hung up her coat and scarf and began to make her way upstairs.

"I'm going to make myself a cuppa. Do you want one?" I offered.

"That would be great." She said with a small smile. She continued her way upstairs as I made my way to the kitchen. I got a blue mug for me and Hanna's favorite mug. It was one Maria had made her in one of her short lived pottery days. It was a little disformed and rough, the purple paint was chipping and you could faintly make out what seemed to be little hearts on the handle. I smiled, knowing that Hanna had been using this cup since she was eight. I boiled the water and poured it over the Earl Grey tea bags I had placed in the mugs. I let it sit for a few minutes before carrying both drinks upstairs to Hanna's room. I grabbed both mugs with one hand and used the other to knock on her door.

"Come in." I opened her door and found her lying in bed with the covers up to her chin.

"Hey babe. I got your favorite tea." I said as I set the mug on a coaster that was on her nightstand. She mumbled a thanks and sat up to drink it. I sat on the edge of her bed near her knees. She stayed silent and refused to look me in the eye even though I was staring right at her.

"What's wrong Hanna?" She didn't answer right away, in fact she didn't move for a good minute. When she began talking she still wouldn't meet my gaze.

"Harry, what are we?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing perfectly what she meant, but stalling time to come up with a good answer.

"In terms of relationships... what are we?"

"Well... umm... we're...." I didn't know how I should finish that. I mean are we dating? I'd like to think we are. But we can't tell anyone, so is it really dating?

"Exactly. You don't know and I don't know. Harry, I honestly don't know how we're going to make this relationship work."

"Hanna, we have to make it work. We just have to." I had no other answer for her.

"We love each other. Two people that love each other should be able to be together no matter what other people think. We don't have to tell Dad and Maria right away, or ever if you want. In a few months we'll be away at college and we can be together then. No one will know our story and we won't have to hide it." I tried to reason. She was quiet and pulled up her knees to rest her chin on them.

"Do you not want to be together?" I choked out.

"Of course I do. I just don't know what to do or what to tell people." She shrugged.