Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Jealousy is a Sin

REAGAN'S POV

I swear to God if my phone buzzes one more fucking time...

"Reagan make your phone shut up." Louis groaned as he rolled over in bed.

"Louis make your face shut up." I threw back. I heard him snort and was satisfied with my comeback considering how early it was. I fumbled around the room searching for my phone before I finally found it underneath my dress from last night.

"Hello?" I answers groggily.

"Reagan! Oh thank God you answered. I need to talk to you about something." Hanna rambled into the line. I turned to see Louis giving me a curious look. I shrugged and walked back over to sit on the bed.

"Well what's wrong?" I asked.

"Well okay so long story short, last night I screwed up and kissed Niall them I slept at this guy Duke's house, Louis knows him, but we didn't do anything we just hung out and he let me crash there. But anyway when I got home Harry was super furious but them he got in the shower with me and kissed me but then said something about punishment even though he forgave me?? I mean he forgave me so that's great but I'm so confused with everything!" She cried.

"Listen, it's probably not anything bad. Harry's not like that. But wait, didn't I see him making out with a ginger last night?" I racked my brain to try and distinguish faces. I really didn't care what she had done last night, all I focused on was that I needed to help her calm the fuck down.

"Oh, well yeah he did."

"Well then he needs to be 'punished' also. Call me later and we'll come up with something creative." I told her. I cared about her but I was still desperately tired.

"I guess you're right.. We'll talk later. Love you bye!" She rushed out before hanging up. Jeez how was that girl so awake this early. It's like... Noon.

"Was that Hanna?" Louis asked. I nodded and them remembered I was still a little cross with him. I laid back down under the sheets and tried to go back to sleep. It was actually a lot harder than planned since Louis decided to start trailing his fingers up and down my back, under my shirt.

"Stop." I ordered. But he didn't.

"Why? You love it when I do this."

"Well not today I don't." I snapped.

"Babe what's wrong?" He asked, making me turn and face him.

"Well I didn't want to bring it up at the party but now that it's later so... To be honest, I still don't like Eleanor. And I wasn't very happy when I found out you invited her to the party last night." I admitted.

"Wait, I thought you were cool with it?"

"I was cool with you going over there to see Leah." I stressed. "I understand of you want to go over there an see Leah, or hell even bring Leah over here, but I do not want to see Eleanor. She still hurt you very bad several times Louis, and I'm not comfortable being around her." I said with as much confidence as I could muster. I needed him to know that I was serious about this. I would not go around pretending that she did nothing wrong and be best friends with her.

"Why did you even invite her?" I inquired.

"It's not like I really had a choice. I mean I did, it's just... Well I was over visiting Leah and when I had to leave, I accidentally let it slip that I had to get home to help you prepare for the New Years party. I couldn't just be like 'oh yeah I'm having a party and you're not invited.' How would that have sounded? And I didn't want to risk her getting pissed at me and then not letting me see Leah... I'm really sorry Reagan." He explained. I suddenly felt very guilty for being so mad at him. He was trying to be polite. Or rather, not be rude.