My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'

Chapter 25

(Maria's POV)

"Hey, Mar. Are you sure you wanna do this?" Hannah asks.

"Yeah. After the exam, I'll just go home, pack, leave a note, and head out." I say, taking another bite of the waffles Hannah made.

"Can you at least give me the location?"

"No. I don't want anyone to know. When I need you, we'll meet up. But, we'll talk everyday."

She sighs as she finishes the waffle and puts the plate in the sink.

"You'll still come to graduation, right?" She asks.

"Of course." I say, taking the last bite.

"Well, are you ready?"

"Yup. Let's go."

"How long are you going to stay there?"

"Well, I don't know. Probably forever. I still haven't told my parents that I'm skipping a year."

"Do you think they'll be ok with tha- why'd you stop?" She asks as I stop in my tracks.

"Your swing."

There he is. Asleep. Louis.

"I thought Harry made him leave." She says.

"Help me get him up." I say.

"What?"

"Your porch swing would make a terrible bed. Plus, it was cold at night. Help me get him to the guest room."

"Ok."

"Louis. Louis, wake up. Louis." I say, shaking him gently.

He groans and flips before falling to the ground. He then whines in pain before Hannah and I pull him up.

He keeps mumbling stuff as we enter. He's still half asleep. Probably sleep walking. We get him up the stairs and into the guest room. We drop him on the bed and straighten our backs.

"I'll go make him a couple of waffles." Hannah says and leaves the room.

I sigh before fixing his position and tucking him in. I drop to my knees before tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"I love you, Louis." I say before placing a soft kiss on his lips and going downstairs.

I find Hannah sitting by the island writing something.

"What are you writing?" I ask.

"A note. Telling him the waffles in the microwave are his." She says.

I nod and sit down. A few minutes later, she tells me to go. We get into her car and head to school.

~*~

I take a deep breath as I place each envelope in its correct place. Rolling the suitcase behind me, I head out and place it in the car. I take a last look at the house I grew up in. All the memories. Sighing, I get in the car and start heading to my beach house.

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(Hannah's POV)

"Hey." I say as I enter the house.

"Hey, Han. Good that you're here. There's something very important I have to tell you." Kenzie says.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Well, I'm going now to have a meeting with the management now. Uh... I have to spend the summer in New York."

"What? Why?"