Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Forty-one: Just Us

HANNA'S POV

"Hanna!" Harry yelled from downstairs in the basement.

"Coming!" I yelled back. I was just finishing making us lunch and walked down the stairs, holding two plates with sandwiches, one for me and one for Harry. In the other hand, I was carefully balancing two cups of water.

"Hurry Hanna!"

"I'm coming dammit!" God, he could be so impatient sometimes. As I carefully took the last step of the stairs, I rounded the corner to get to Harry. I didn't expect to see what I saw though. He was in the section of the basement we had set aside for exercise, and was lifting heavy-looking dumbells. He was shirtless, and his basketball shorts hung low on his waist allowing me to see part of his happy trail. His muscles were flexing with every lift of the weights and his body was covered in a thin sheet of sweat. It wasn't until I felt the ice water hit my bare feet, that I noticed that I had loosened my grip on the two cups of water.

"Shit." I cursed as I looked around the room for something to dry it with.

"Here, use this." Harry instructed as he took a towel and wiped his face with it before tossing it to me. I grimaced but still used it to soak up the water and pick up the ice cubes. Harry took the plates from my hand and set them down on one of the weight benches. I assumed he would come and help me but he just sat there and started eating his sandwich.

"Why aren't you helping me?" I asked over my shoulder.

"I have a nice view." I could practicly hear the smirk in his voice.

"Careful Styles, wouldn't want me to win now would you?" I teased, purposfully sticking my ass out farther behind me, letting him get a good long view of my yoga pants before straightening myself and jogging back up the stairs to throw the towel in the laundry. I took a minute to compose myself so I could prepare for whatever challenge Harry had prepared downstairs. It had been like this for a week. We had gone back to school on Tuesday and everyday whether it be during school or after, we would try and find ways to make the other give up. Honestly, I was surprised both of us had lasted this long. We had managed to get each other pretty pissed and turned on throughout this week. I had done things like talk to Niall, not about anything bad but Harry would be too far away to hear our coversations so he just assumed the worse, and stretch in front of him. He had done things like accompany me to my dance classes and just stare at the other girls while we practiced. And then he did things like this. Things he knew would make my knees wobble and my breathing increase. I swear, sometimes I just considered giving up, but then I would remember what was at stake. I was not about to let Harry have complete control over me for a day. Nuh uh, no sir, that could only end badly. I pulled myself together and walked back down to the basement where Harry, now wearing a shirt, was eating his food. Huh, I thought he would make it harder.

Just as I was about to take a bite of my sandwich, the house phone rang. I groaned and was about to get up from my chair when Harry held his hand out to stop me.

"I got it."

I nodded gratefully and began to eat while he answered the phone.

"Hello?... Oh yeah hey... No she's eating... Well can it wait?.... You're a bitch.... Ooo sorry somebody's on their period... No it's not me, just whatever, here she is." He shook his head in exasperation and handed me the phone.

"Hey Reagan." I greeted, already knowing who it was.

"Hey...." She sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just... Louis and I keep fighting." She groaned.

"Over what?" I questioned as I took another bite of my sandwich.