Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Fifty-One: Change

THREEE YEARS LATER








HANNA'S POV



You have no idea how much can happen in three years. I like to think that most of it was for the better. Things are not the same of course, there's been a few major life changes.

"Hey Hanna! I'm home!"

That was Jack. He's been one of those life changes. When I first moved to Miami for college, he was one of the first friends I made. You could say he was one of the main reasons I got out of that depression funk I was in. I trusted him and he helped me through everything. He didn't judge me or pity me, he was just there for me. He was a fresh start.

After freshman year we decided to get an apartment together. Not in a romantic way, we did it because we thought it would be cheaper since we both got jobs and could easily split the rent. So for the past few years we've shared the apartment and there's nothing really to complain about.

"Hey Jack! What did you bring me?" I asked jumping up from my position on the couch.

"Noodles, dumplings and an egg roll. Carbs galore, you're favorite."

"Oh you're the best." I said taking the bag from him and bringing it to the table. He got plates and utensils while I set out the food for us to eat.

"So what did you do while I was at work?" He asked after we had started eating.

"My mum called. The divorce was finalized today. She was really upset." I told him, suddenly not feeling that hungry.

"Hanna, don't be upset. They both decided that it would be best."

"Yeah but it's my-"

"Don't you dare say Maria and John deciding to split up was your fault."

But it was. I could tell there was tension before I left because of Gemma and I. They couldn't agree on what would be the best thing to do. That's another reason I came to Florida. I hoped that with Gemma in the hospital, and me out of the country, they would have less to worry about and they could get back to the way they were. It apparently only made it worse though.

"I don't feel like arguing so I'll humor you by agreeing." I said with a sarcastic smile. He rolled his eyes and took another bite of his noodles.

"So I guess this means you can't say your brother is the famous 'Harry Styles' anymore." He joked. I rolled my eyes. Jack was the only one that knew that Harry was my stepbrother. I mean good for him that he got all famous with his boy band and everything but it was annoying how sometimes interviewers would come up and ask me questions. 'Hows Harry?' Was a question I frequently got. I would answer telling them he was doing well but he was tired. In reality what I wanted to say was 'How the fuck should I know because I haven't talked to him since the day I left for Miami.' It was for that reason, I kept our relationship quiet.

"I guess you're right. Maybe reporters will stop hounding me now." I huffed. Jack shrugged, knowing it was a sensitive subject. He didn't know Harry and I used to-- well do whatever we used to do. It wasn't exactly dating so I still don't know what to call it.

"I still don't know how the hell his band is like the most famous band in the world now. I mean they're good but not that good." I admitted.

"Oh shut up Hanna I know you have all their albums on your iPod." Jack accused.

"Yeah but I don't listen to them. I did it to support him because he is-- was my stepbrother." I corrected myself. "Not that it made any difference to him but you know.." I shrugged. We finished our dinner and put the leftovers in the fridge. Then we did what we always did on Thursday nights... We collapsed on the couch and watched the episode of Hostages that we always missed on Mondays because we both work at that time.

"Holy shit, it's going to happen!" I screamed at the TV.

"No! No it's not. If he kisses her it defeats the entire purpose of him needed to kill the president!"

"Shut up I don't care! Duncan is hot and Ellen's husband is a cheater anyway." I justified. When they did in fact kiss, I jumped up off the couch and did a victory dance.

"Yes!! Pay up Jacky boy." I demanded, holding my hand out. We had made a bet on whether or not she would kiss him. (I mean I saw in the preview that it was going to happen but it's ten bucks so he doesn't need to know about that). He forked over the ten bucks and I hopped away, feeling victorious. I put the money in my wallet and then came back just in time for the show to come back from commercial.



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HARRY'S POV


"Harry, mate, wake up. We have rehearsals."

"Five more minutes Niall..." I mumbled into the small pillow.

"I'm going to go wake up Zayn. If you're not out of the bunk by the time he's up, then you have to clean the entire bus by yourself."

"Yes mum..." I winced as I said that, remembering I didn't have a mum anymore. Biological or not. The divorce was finalized yesterday so there goes that dream. I sighed and decided to listen to Niall. I rolled out of bed (literally. It hurt and Louis laughed) and went to start getting ready for the concert we were playing tonight. I don't even know what city we're in.

"Louis where are we?" I grumbled through the foam of my toothpaste.

"Umm, I think we're in Miami... Yeah we're in Miami.

I choked on my toothbrush.

"What? Already?"

"Mate, you have to see her some time."

"Well maybe I don't want to. She left three years ago and hasn't called, texted, or written me since. Do you know how much it hurt? After all we had been through for her to just give up and break it off like that... It just really pissed me off." I muttered.

"I know how hard it must be-"

"No. No, you don't. You and Reagan are engaged and happy. You don't know how it feels to have love ripped away from you." I was just angry and saying stupid shit now.

"No, but Niall and I sure know how it feels to be betrayed and abandoned. Yeah, it was years ago but we learned how to move on. You need to do the same with Hanna." He advised.

"But how?" I pleaded for an answer. His eyes shifted to the side and he drummed his fingers on his leg as he thought.

"Okay, if I give you something, you have to swear you won't tell anyone you got it from me or else I would get in a shit load of trouble by certain people."

"Reagan?"

"Yes." He clarified before pulling out his phone and seeming to send a text. A second later my phone buzzed. I looked at the message and smiled.

"You're the best Lou."

"I know. Now hurry up or we'll be late for reversals!"


HANNA'S POV

"Let's do something tonight." Jack suggested.

"Like what?"

"We could go to a club-"

"No Jack, you know how I feel about that." I shot down his idea.

"Well, what do you want to do? Cause I'm not in the mood to sit inside the house all Friday evening." He whined.

"Fine, fine. How about we go to the movies?" I offered.

"Are there any good movies out?"

"I think there's one that you would like..." I wiggled my eyebrows.

"What is it??" Jack asked, now very curious.

"Oh, I just heard that they were going to be playing Skyfall on the big screen." I muttered.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS? Get your jacket, we're going." He stood up and ran around the apartment trying to find his keys. It was funny really. Jack was a huge James Bond buff. He had seen all the movies, but his favorite one had been Skyfall. Though the poor boy was so busy the year it came out, he never got to see it in theaters. He just bought the DVD. I was more or less handing him Christmas on a plate by suggesting we go see that movie.

He drove like a madman (as does everyone in Miami) and we arrived at the theatre in under ten minutes. We got our tickets and then I went to go get seats while Jack got snacks for us. The theatre was surprisingly empty. I would've thought more people would jump at the chance to watch this film. Apparently not. I guess they all went to the bigger theatre a few miles down. Oh well, I wasn't complaining.

I moved to our favorite spots, one of the two seat rows at the very edge of the theatre. We always sat away from other people cause we liked to comment and talk during the movie but we didn't want to disrupt anyone else. I sat down then got out my phone so I wouldn't seem like a total loser until Jack came back.

I had three new notifications. One was from Jack asking if I wanted chocolate covered raisins or chocolate covered cookie dough. Cookie dough, duh. The second was from my mom. She wanted me to call her later. I made a mental note to call her after the movie. Then I had a random call from a number I didn't recognize. I ignored it as I always did, thinking it must have been a telephone marketer or something.

"Hey babe. I got the candy."

"How many times have I told you not to call me babe?" I rolled my eyes at Jack.

"Sorry."

"No you're not."

"Yeah you're right, I'm not." He admitted. "How do you always know that?"

"Because most people don't actually mean it when they say they're sorry." I muttered. There was an awkward silence and thank God the movie decided to start then. I was really tired but I decided to tough it out so Jack would have someone to talk too. Good thing I did too because he was bouncing off the walls the entire movie. At the end when the lights came on, I stood up and stretched.

"Thank you for coming with me Hanna." Jack said as he swung his arm around me while we walked out of the theatre. In a friendly way of course.

"No problem. It's a great movie and you know I love me some Daniel Craig." I joked with a wink. He laughed and led me to the car so we could head home. My exhaustion finally got the best of me on the relaxing car ride, and I fell asleep. The next thing I felt was Jack's arms around me, carrying me to our flat.

"Hmmm..." I hummed, somewhat confused on what was going on.

"It's okay. Relax. Go back to sleep." Jack whispered. I nodded in his chest and relaxed my muscles as he unlocked the door.

"Now, I'm just going to take you to your bed so you can-- what the hell? How did you get in here?" My eyes flew open at the alarm in Jack's voice.

"Harry?! What are you doing here?" I exclaimed.