My Sister's Boyfriend // l.s.

Prologue

"You guys know how we've always wanted to have a family?"

The music vibrated inside Lottie's chest. She was staring directly at her prey with a newfound purpose inside of her eyes. A grin inched across her face. She took another swig of her drink. It was different than the usual beer, but it served its purpose. Giving her the extra boost of confidence she needed to take a step further, she placed down her glass on the counter. As she reached her victim, Lottie gently brushed her fingertips over his hand. Startled, two glazed emerald eyes turned to look at her. Such a deep green, sprinkled with flecks of a mysterious murky brown. Everything about him looked perfectly constructed; he was nature's masterpiece.

"Harry," Lottie breathed seductively. Or, rather, what she hoped was a seductive tone. Harry's eyes fluttered drunkenly-perfect. His teeth grazed his lower lip, and she felt a spike of something warm curling in her lower abdomen. Was it her trying to seduce him, or the other way around? "You want to get away from the others for a while?" She whispered into his ear.

"Yeah." The corner of his lips curled upward. "Yeah, sounds good."

"Upstairs?" Lottie nudged him in the direction of the stairs. He was clumsier than usual. His long longs were always getting in his way. It was endearing, she couldn't lie. She grabbed his arm to steady him, a giggle escaping her lips. He chuckled lightly. They clumsily maneuvered their way through the crowd of wasted teenagers. Many of them were dancing, but a few were kissing heatedly. A small group of sophomores and freshmen were huddled in the corner, playing a game of Truth or Dare. Among them she spotted her friend, Mia. Mia must have noticed the giddy look on Lottie's and Harry's faces, because she gave them a subtle thumbs up.

"You know how we always planned on having our families together?"

They made it to the hallway. The lights were dim, illuminated solely by the party downstairs. The stairs were hard to see. Not only because the lights were off, but because everything was a bit hazy. Lottie was only tipsy, Harry was another story entirely. Whether or not he'd remember this was quite unclear to her. Getting him up the stairs was a hassle, but they managed.

Whomever owned this house had quite a few rooms. The hallway was endless compared to Lottie's own. She still bunked with her younger sister, Fizzy. Albeit a few of the rooms were already vacated (they were locked, and whoever was inside wasn't exactly discrete), they managed to find an empty one at the end of the hall.

Harry walked in first. Lottie followed him in. Nudging the door closed with her foot, she grabbed the collar of Harry's shirt and pulled him down to her level. The kiss was soft at first; sweet, almost. The taste of alcohol lingered on both their lips, their heavy breaths mingling as their kiss deepened. It became more desperate, eager as their tongues fought for dominance. "Lottie," Harry gasped, putting a hand on her chest. He gently pushed her away, creating a gap between them. It was only a few centimeters, their foreheads still touching, and yet he felt miles away. "Are you sure you want this...our first...here?"

"Yes," Lottie gasped. She was breathless still. He always left her on the brink of suffocation. If he let her, she would drink in his smirk all day, and drown in the depth of his dimples, or those intelligent dark green eyes. He was still too far for her liking, so she let herself slump forward against the warmth of his body. Everything has led up to this moment. Harry didn't say anything for a few moments.

Was her nervous? Did he regret coming up here with her, though she knew they both knew the intent? She'd thought he was drunk enough to abandon their earlier ideals of making their first time much more...memorable. Waiting was taking much longer than anticipated. Everyone, including herself, was getting antsy. Finally, Harry leaned back. She tilted her head upwards to look at his face. Although hazy with drink, Harry's smile still outshone the sun. After a moment more, Harry gave a nod of assent. A mischievous grin sauntered onto her face as she pushed him back onto the bed.

"Well, let's make a pact."

Several weeks went by before Lottie recieved the intoxicating news. The event that everyone had been waiting for, sitting on the edge of their seats for, had finally arrived. The signs were all there. The early morning ailments, inexplicable in appearance, seemingly unprovoked and occurring mostly in the early morning. Certain smells, even the most familiar and formerly comforting, made her insides feel as if she'd been in a bumpy car for a few hours too long. It was too early too show physically, but even as she took the test, she was certain of the outcome.

The jittery excitement had her trembling. Her friends were waiting outside the bathroom door. Lottie could hear the elated lilt in their voices. She only prayed that they weren't wrong, that she hadn't planned for so long and sacrificed so much to only fall short of the proper outcome. Finally, Lottie was brave enough to look down at the test she'd taken.

Searing heat blossomed in her chest. Her mouth was dry. Positive. The test was positive. A squeal threatened to squeeze past her lips. For, as she stood in that bathroom, all she had been aiming for was finally coming to light.

"We'll get pregnant, just as we always wanted, by the end of the summer."

Silence followed her as she stepped from the bathroom. She saw Mia staring up at her intently, whilst Gina and Lindsay fiddled with their hands or their hair to soothe their frayed nerves. Occasionally, Mia would rub a hand over her stomach. Her bump was small, hardly noticeable underneath her leather jacket. Subtly hidden, for now. Gina barely showed herself, Lindsay hadn't yet at all. Lottie had been the farthest behind, but now, finally, their dream has been realized.

"I'm pregnant." She voiced aloud. Lottie was going to mother a child. And not just any child. Her child. Harry Styles' child, conceived from oblivious love. Wouldn't he be ecstatic when he heard the good news? The other girls eyes lit up, and they stayed up all night, speaking animatedly about the future. This was going to change all their lives, just not in the way any of them expected.

"Together."