Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Forty-Nine: Flat On the Floor

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HANNA'S POV

"I'm flat on the floor with my head down low where the sky can't rain on me anymore. Don't knock on my door cause I won't come, I'm hiding from the storm till the damage gets dooonnneee."

I was singing along rather badly to my favorite song by Carrie Underwood. I've seriously looked up on the Internet how she gets her legs as good as she has them. I have yet to find a working theory. I was driving home from dance practice and was enjoying being able to sing in the car with no shame. Harry usually wanted to drive me to practice, but he said he had some errands to run. Something about buying a new shirt but I had my suspicions. Valentines Day was coming up pretty soon and Harry had been secretive. I had caught him doing stuff like looking through my catalogues and closing all the tabs on his browser when I walk by. It was all rather cute really.

I pulled into the driveway and slung my dance bag on my shoulder. Before walking to the door. I fumbled for my keys but stopped dead when I heard the sound of glass shattering. Oh God, what of a thief broke in? I was pulling out my phone to call 911 when I heard familiar voices on the other side of the door. Gemma? I quickly put away my phone and unlocked the door, unprepared for what was about to happen.

Keith had Gemma pinned against the wall and was towering over her with a furious look on his face.

"Keith what the hell is going on?" I asked forcefully.

"Nothing Hanna. We're fine. Just go upstairs." He hissed at me. I ignored him and turned my attention to Gemma.

"Gemma, are you okay?"

"Hanna goddammit I said we were fine!"

"I didn't ask you Keith! Gemma, Gemma look at me. Are you okay?" The second she looked into my eyes I knew the answer was no. I watched as even though she nodded her head yes, a silent year leaked from her eye. I had to do something.

"Keith step away from her right now or I'm calling the police." I threatened. When his grip on Gemma's arms only tightened, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I was just about to press call when my phone was knocked out of my hand. Large, rough hands closed around my neck and lifted me off the ground. Looking into Keith's bloodshot eyes and judging by the smell, I could tell he was high out of his mind on who knows what. In that moment I was terrified and reflexes kicked in. I started kicking and clawing at his hands trying to relive some pressure so I could breathe.

"Keith stop it!" I heard Gemma screech and then I was freed and fell to the ground gasping for air. I looked up to see Gemma was on Keith's back trying to steer him away from me. I got up on all fours still coughing but knowing I needed to help Gemma. In pure rage Keith grabbed Gemma's head and flipped her over his shoulder so she landed on the floor with a thud.

"Gemma!" I called out, trying to crawl over to help, but my limbs were so wobbly I kept falling down. I saw Gemma catch her breath and then turn onto her side. She made eye contact with me and was momentarily distracted. I saw Keith's foot raise back and then swing forward.

"NO!!" I screamed. But it was too late, Gemma was doubled over on the ground clutching her stomach where Keith had kicked her. I scrambled up to my feet, barely able to keep myself up as I lunged at Keith. He pushed me away like I was nothing and I fell back on the ground next to Gemma.

"Gemma.." I whispered, gently shaking her. She had passed out. I felt Keith grab my foot and start to drag me away from Gemma.

"No, no, no!" Keith stop! No!" I screamed. He flipped me around on the floor and used his legs to pin mine flat. One hand was able to grasp both of mine and keep them held down on my stomach.