My Sister's Boyfriend (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 2

ELLA'S POV



"That was my surgery!" Meredith bitched from my flat screen.

Thanksgiving was in a week and I was watching Grey's Anatomy reruns, allowing myself to be a lazy, indulgent teenager.

I hadn't seen much of Carter or Harry since they'd arrived last week. I had been busy with school and Carter had been busy showing Harry off to the whole town. Carter worked hard for everything she got, and she loved to brag about it.

I glanced at my clocked on my bedside table.

4:15

Our whole family was meeting for dinner at the country club at 6 sharp. I reached for the remote and turned Grey's off, hopping out of my bed then walking to my bathroom to take a shower. I cranked the hot water on. The shower was my only happy place these days.

After I finished showering, I put on a robe and blow dried my hair. After that was done, I straightened it until it was sleek, shiny and frizz-free. Not a strand was out of place. My hair was as controlled as I was.

I walked to my closet to pick out an outfit. Dinner at the country club on a Saturday night was no casual affair. I reached for my deep crimson Hervé Léger wrap dress. Once I put it on, I walked to my vanity to apply my makeup.

I decided that long, black eyelashes and a strong red lip would complement my outfit.

Once my makeup was done I walked back into my closet and stopped at my shoe shelves. I grabbed a pair of black Louboutin stilettos and stepped in front of my mirror of admire myself.

I looked like a proper slut.

If I wasn't myself, I'd probably hate me, I thought with a smile.

I already knew that dinner was going to be hell, so why not whore it up? I worked hard for my body and skin so I decided that I'd show myself off. My dad was probably going to be too busy with work to show up, anyways.

My mom was at the spa preparing for dinner, so I was home alone. I looked at my Cartier watch to check the time.

5:40

I carefully stepped downstairs and grabbed my keys, Alexander McQueen clutch, and cell phone. It took about 25 minutes to get to the country club, so I knew that I would be late.

I grinned devilishly to myself.


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HARRY'S POV


I'd been able to stay out of the way of Carter's family for the majority of the week I had been here. Honestly, I was much more comfortable parading around town with Carter to meet people I knew I'd never see again than I was talking to her family. They were so....stiff.

I guess it wasn't so far out of the ordinary for me. I grew up around people like them, the only difference being that Carter's family was American. So far this trip had been hopelessly boring. I shouldn't have expected anything more considering that I would be spending my entire time in America with, well, Carter.

I had first met Carter at a college party in one of my mates' flat. It was just around midnight I was already half a bottle of vodka in. I was pouring myself a shot when she sat on the stool in front of me.



Flashback

"Aren't you going to pour me one?" the girl asked.

She was pretty, that I noticed straightaway. Her eyes were a piercing blue and her lips were full and rosy. She grinned at me while I poured her some vodka.

"So you like the strong stuff?" she asked, smiling.

When I didn't answer, she continued to talk. "Me too. It helps me escape. Alcohol is an awful way to avoid real life, but it works. Like hell, it works."

"Gives you one bitch of a headache the morning after," I answered.

"Real life will do that to you too," she smiled.



End flashback


After that night we both noticed that we were in the same government class. We sat next to each other every day and started talking consistently. I asked her out to dinner about a week after and it all snowballed from there.

I quickly realized that Carter wasn't the same girl I thought she was the night we had met. Tipsy Carter was much more fun than sober Carter, yet much less terrifying than drunk Carter. The Carter I came to know wasn't someone who I particularly enjoyed. She was, however, nice to look at, driven, great in bed, and exactly the kind of woman my father had been pushing me to date.

As I sat down at the table in the country club, waiting for Carter's family to arrive, I suddenly wondered how long I could put up this act for. I wasn't happy. Was Carter happy? She probably was, considering I was the type of man her parents wanted her to be involved with. She constantly looked for approval from her parents, and because the approved of me, she was most likely happy.

"Seriously, how rude are they? It's past 6, and we agreed on 6 sharp," Carter complained.

I sighed and looked at my watch.

6:02.

"They'll be here soon," I huffed.

"They know how much that gets on my nerves. I hate it when people are late. I am never-," she was cut off when her mother glided into the room.

"Darling, I'm so sorry I am late. I got a call from your father and he said that he has a conference call with an important client in Japan and he can't make it. He sends his apologies," she air-kissed Carter and then waltzed over to me, pecking me on the cheek.

"It's nice to see you again, Harry," she said robotically as she sat down.

"You as well, Mrs. Mayweather," I replied.

"I wonder where Ella is...." she mused.

"She's absolutely awful. She's doing this on purpose, mother! She's jealous. Always has been, always will be. Her only way of retaliating is to push my buttons. And everyone knows that this is my biggest button!" Carter huffed.

"You're absolutely right, I must talk to her," Carter's mother said sternly.

I rolled my eyes when neither woman was looking and turned my attention to the front doors. One door swung open and a tall, lithe woman stepped inside. Her red dress looked plastered onto her body and her shoes made her legs look miles long. I sucked my breath as disappointment flooded me. I was Carter's for the time being. I couldn't be with other women, as much as it pained me.

"Oh, there she is!" Mrs. Mayweather said excitedly. "I told you she'd be here."

The long-legged woman walked up to our table and sat in the chair next to me.

Was this Ella? She sure looked different from the last time I saw her, only a week ago, I thought.

"You're late," Carter said bluntly.

"Hello, gorgeous, beautiful, smart sister! It's nice to see you, too," Ella chided.

"Cut the crap, Ella," a smile formed on Carter's face.

"So what've you and prince Harry over here been up to this last week? I've barely seen you," Ella sipped her sparkling water through a straw.

"Making the rounds," Carter answered. "You never realize how many people you know until you have to do that sort of thing! But it's alright, he enjoyed it. Didn't you, bunny?" I winced at Carter's pet name for me.

"Yes, there were....many people," I answered cautiously.

"What do you think of everyone you've met? They must be so different from the people back home!" Mrs. Mayweather gushed.

"Everyone's very...American. But besides that, not much is different. Everyone is very pleasant and welcoming," I almost gagged on my words. Who was I? I sounded like a posh brat.

"And what about Mackenzie? Has Carter introduced you? I'm sure you remember her. Tall, blonde, extremely blessed with certain...assets?" Ella smirked.

I nearly choked on my water.

"Ella!" Both Mrs. Mayweather and Carter looked horrified.

"No, it's quite alright. I do remember her. We had an interesting conversation regarding seal clubbing in Canada. She's very passionate about animal rights," I answered, barely missing a beat.

Ella snorted. We both recognized that Mackenzie was more than a bit dense.

"She is, isn't she?" Carter smiled, "I really hope she pursues that, she could form a charity. I do love galas and charity balls." For such a bright girl, she wasn't the sharpest when it came to perceiving people's meanings.

"So Harry, tell us about Chesire," Mrs. Mayweather grinned.

"Yes, do tell!" Ella chided in, sarcastically.

Right at that moment, thankfully, a waiter came to take our orders.

"I'll have the blackened shrimp salad, dressing on the side," Mrs. Mayweather told the small man.

"And I'll have the same!" Carter interjected, wrapping her small hands around my arm.

"And you, ma'am?" the waiter asked Ella.

"Hmmmm..." She hummed, perusing the menu. "I think I'll go a little crazy tonight," she winked at the waiter. A wave of...jealousy? Overcame me. "I'll have the chicken..." Her eyes darted upwards, meeting mine, "...stuffed."

A shiver shot down my spine as she smirked at me. I glanced at the others at the table to check if they noticed our exchange, but they were both staring at the people around them in boredom.

"And you, sir?" The waiter turned towards me.

"I'll have the filet mignon. Rare, very rare." I spoke, never breaking eye contact with Ella.

She leaned towards me carefully and whispered in my ear, "So you like it raw...and bloody."

She leaned away and straightened her back, looking satisfied. I was sure my mouth was agape.

Who was this vixen, and how was she related to tame, boring Carter?