The Step-Brother

Part 5

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Elliana's POV

      "Wake up." a stern voice said, waking me out of my slumber. I rolled over, expecting to see my dad, but I saw - Harry? "What?" I said groggily.

"I said, wake up. Your dad wants you to help move us in." Wow, he was being an asshole today. I nodded silently, watching him turn around and walk out of the room. What the hell? He was so nice yesterday. I honestly thought Harry and I could have gotten along really well, but I guess not. Maybe he was only nice yesterday because I was upset? I shook the thoughts out of my head and stood up, the room spinning slightly. I was wayyyyy overtired. I was too exhausted to change my clothes, so I walked out of my room with my sleeping shorts and tshirt on. I walked down the stairs and saw my dad, Anne, and Harry all sitting at the table. "Ah, Elliana you're awake. Come sit next to Harry, we're just about to have lunch." My dad spoke. I reluctantly sat across from my dad and Anne and sat next to Harry, still kind of mad at him. He changed personalities since yesterday, and I didn't like it.

Still, I sat down and refused to make eye contact with him. I simply picked up my fork and began eating. Harry maintained steady conversation with Anne and my father while eating, and I was lost in the thought of how beautiful his voice was. Every word, every letter was annunciated properly and clearly.  I patiently awaited his next line of words when I felt a large hand on my thigh.

My breath hitched and I stopped eating, his hand just resting there. I dared to look over  him, his one arm hidden by the tablecloth, and the other resting on the table while holding his fork, still shoveling food in his mouth. His hand started to creep up my thigh, and his fingers came closer to the inner part.  I put my fork down quite abruptly, hoping he would stop. "Elliana, are you alright?" Anne asked. When she said that, Harry's hand brushed my crotch and I immedietly stood up, making his hand fall in his lap. Without another look to him, I blurted, "I have to pee!" And ran out of the room.

When I was safely in my room, I locked myself in the bathroom. Breathing in and out I stared at myself in the mirror, what the fuck just happened? He had the nerve to be an asshole to me and then inappropriately touch me underneath the fucking dinner table? I was pissed.

Just as I put my head in my hands, the door to the bathroom from the guest bedroom started jiggling. Someone was trying to get in. I walked over and opened the door to see a smirking Harry. Just as I went to slam the door, he pushed it open, walked in, and shut it again, eyeing me the whole time.

I pushed his body against the door, ready to scold him. "What the fuck, Harry? Why would you touch me like that?" He smirked, and oh how I wish I could have slapped it right off his dumb face. But, before I could, he turned us around, slmming me against the door now, pinning my hands above my head with one hand.

"Oh come on, Ell. You know you liked it." And with that, he smashed his lips against mine.