stepbrother {h.s}

{8. don't wanna talk about it}

After school, I went to take a nap on the hammock in our yard. I have so much homework to do and have to read about 3 chapters of the novel I was assigned in english. Highschool is too much. You don't know how close I am to dropping out of school and becoming a stripper.

I fall asleep after a minute of laying in the comfy hammock. But in a few minutes, I feel someone tickling my tummy. I bursted out laughing. I'm so ticklish. "Make some space for daddy, princess" His husky voice, whispers.

I flutter my eyes open to meet the prince that had moved in just about a week ago. His hair was tied up in a really messy bun and he was wearing a beige silk button up. He looks so good.

{a/n. sorry this fucked me up. I couldn't help but share this with you}

"Is mom or d-, Greg home?" I stop myself from calling Greg, dad. What the fuck is wrong with me. Greg is great and all, but he isn't my dad. And as long as his son is my daddy, he will never be.

Harry just shakes his head no. "Then why are you whispering, dummy" I laugh. "I didn't wanna wake you. You looked so peaceful. I just wanted to lay right beside you, princess". I look down once he calls me princess. Why is he so good to me.

Before I can reply, he scoops me up and sits in the hammock, with me still in one of his arms. I'm amazed by the way he can hold a 135 pound girl in one arm, while balancing himself into the hammock with ease. It took both of my arms, let alone holding something my size.

Once he is sitting in the hammock he lays me down right beside him and we cuddle, with my head on his chest. His heartbeat is so calming and rhythmic. I'm sure my heart is about to pop out of my chest. I'm not used to being this close to him yet and I still get nervous around him sometimes.

We lay there for about 10 minutes, quiet and peaceful. I study his tattoos and trace them with my index finger. I am honestly in love with them, ever single one. He rubs circles on my back with his large fingers and it soothes me. I like being around him, even if we didn't conversate, it is so nice to be with him. He stops rubbing so I look up at him and his eyes are closed lightly. Wow, he really is beautiful. I assume he is asleep, so I reach for his bun and fiddle with it, trying to untie it.

"What are you doing, love" he chuckles with his eyes still closed.

"I want to touch your curls, daddy" I pout playfully. "Okay, Okay" he says letting his hair down with ease. How the fuck.

I immediately run my fingers through his hair. I love his hair so much. He looks down at me and smiles because he knows I'm enjoying this. "So how was your day, darling" he asks.

"Terrible. School is so fucking stressful. I'm gonna drop out and become a stripper" I blurt out. lol did I really just say that. He smirks and replies with "only for me though".

"Damn that was smooth, Styles"

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Harry and I have been laying here, on this hammock, talking about random shit and I enjoyed every second of it. I looked at the time and it is 9:30. ALREADY?? Oh my lord.

"Harry, I have work to do", I say getting up from the hammock. "Wait, baby I have a question" he whines.

"What is it"

"Are you a virgin?"

"Well that's a really fuckboi-y question, isn't it?" I say, trying to avoid the question. I don't wanna tell him right now. I'm not comfortable talking about it.

"I'm not a fuckboi, fuckgirl" He chuckles, tickling me again.

"Stopppppppp" I laugh.

After that we have a tickle fight for about 5 minutes. He now knows all of my ticklish spots. "You never answered me" He says after the fight is over.

"I don't wanna talk about it" I mumble, while fiddling with my fingers nervously.

"You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

All I do is nod. My eyes start to water, just thinking about it. I cant tell him yet. He'll think so different of me. "Baby spit it out" he says sternly.

"I said I don't wanna talk about it" I cry and run into the house.

~Flashback~

"Louis don't do this" I cry. He drugged me and I can't feel an inch of my body. My eyes are full of tears but he won't stop.

"It"ll be over soon baby" He spits while thrusting once again.

"LOUIS STOP" I yell, feeling the aching pain from my lower region. After that, everything went black. That's all I remember from that night.

~end of Flashback~

I sit up in my room and all I can do is cry. I have no homework done and the only thing on my mind is that night. I try to stop the tears but they're never ending. I take out my novel and try to read but I can't even focus. I throw my book across the room and ball up again. After about an hour of sobbing, I get up to go to the bathroom to clean up for bed. When I open my door, Harry is on the floor, with his knees to his chest. Once he sees me he shots up from the floor and stands right in front of me. His arms are behind his back and he is looking at his feet, making him look like a 5 year old who just broke his mother's antique vase.

"I waited for you, I don't wanna be any trouble. I just wanna say sorry for pushing you- I mean not physically- I mean, like forcing you to tell me. It's your decision and if you feel uncomfortable, I should be understanding and not a complete dick" He rambles, nervously. He's such a cutie.

I pull him into a hug because he is too fucking cute. "Your so cute" I say pinching his cheeks. He picks me up and I wrap me legs around his waist. "Not as cute as you" he whispers before kissing me so softly.

The front door opens and I have a mini panic attack. My mom's home. I jump off of Harry and give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Goodnight, princess" he whispers before fleeing off to his room.

Fuck it, fuck this homework, fuck these teachers. I'm not doing this work. YEET.

Once I lay in bed the only person on my mind is Harry. I miss him already.

Harry POV.

I miss her already.

{a/n i'm lowkey really proud of this chapter, but tell me what you think :)}