Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Forty- Five: Happy Birthday Haz

HARRY'S POV

I woke up to a soft scratching on my arm. I slowly opened my eyes to see Hanna's cat, Lily, on my bed, using her declawed paws to press against my skin.

"What do you want?" I snapped at her. I knew she hated me anyway. She obviously didn't answer but just stared back at me.

"Are you hungry? Did Hanna forget to feed you again?" She cocked her head to the side and then jumped off the bed.

"Fine I'll fucking give you breakfast. Hanna owes me though." I mumbled to myself. I was a little bit grumpy because I hadn't been sleeping well lately and I needed all the sleep I could get. Our band audition for the competition is tomorrow and we need to be well rested. On my way downstairs I poke my head into Hanna's room. She wasn't there and her bed was made neatly. That's weird, she's never up this early. I tried to pick up Lily but she slipped through my hands and started running down stairs.

"Stupid cat... Making me go downstairs to feed her early in the morning. Can't wait till like ten am or is that too much to--"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" I literally jumped back and tripped over the carpet, causing me to fall on my ass. Lily ran up right beside me and licked my face before running and jumping into Hanna's arms.

"Are you okay?" Gemma chuckled as she walked over to help me up. I took her hand gratefully and used it to pull myself up.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What's all this?" I asked gesturing to the streamers and balloons all over the ceiling.

"Isn't it obvious? It's your birthday party! Well, mini one. We're having one later at a secret location with all our friends." Hanna informed me. "But come on! Breakfast is getting cold!" She ushered me into the kitchen and sat me down at the head of the table. Before I could stop her she had put one of those corny party hats on my messy hair.

"Hey, did you train Lily to wake me up or something?" I asked her.

"No, we didn't know you were coming down till we heard your footsteps upstairs. Did she really wake you up? She never walks into your room."

"Yeah, she usually hates me. I guess not today though." I said bending down to hesitantly pet the kitty. She purred and I felt a sense of accomplishment that she didn't shy away at my touch.

"Cats always love me. I'm sure Lily will too." Keith said. he reached down to grab Lily but she turned around and bit him before jumping onto my lap.

"Ow! Fucking cat..." Keith muttered as he went to wash the blood off in the sink. I looked down at Lily and held my palm out towards her. She put her paw quickly in mine then took it back as if giving me a low five. Good girl...

"I made your favorite breakfast Harry!" Gemma squealed as she brought over a plate piled high with what looked to be banana, chocolate chip pancakes.

"What? How did you remember this was my favorite?" I asked, my mouth starting to water just at the sight.

"It's been five years since we lived together Harry, not fifty. One does not easily forget mom's sunday breakfasts." She said cheerfuly. I knew it pained her to bring up mom, and in truth it pained me too. For a moment I remembered when we were little. Every sunday morning, mom used to let us sleep in and let us wake up whenever our noses picked up the scent of her cooking. She would always cook bacon for my dad, fruit salad for Gemma, and banana and chocolate chip pancakes for me. I shook off the image of my mom sitting in the seat next to me instead of Hanna and dug into my pancakes. We all ate and talked, mostly Gemma, Hanna and I. Gemma seemed to be making more of an effort to get to know Hanna and that was good. She was going to really have to like her if Hanna and I were going to ever come out as a couple. I laughed to myself as Gemma made Keith do the dishes after everyone was finished eating.