My Sister's Boyfriend (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 3

ELLA'S POV


Dinner with Carter, my mother, and Harry had been....interesting, to say the least. I began the night by making inappropriate remarks to Harry that I knew would spite my sister. I expected Harry to be offended, or at least confused, but he understood my angle and what I was trying to do.

That's when I started flirting with him.

If I couldn't make him uncomfortable by being improper, then I'd have to push his buttons by making flippant sexual remarks.

He looked surprised at first, but to my dismay he shamelessly flirted back. Carter was none the wiser seeing as her ego wouldn't allow her to believe that her precious boyfriend might stray.

If Harry wasn't with Carter, I might actually have liked him. He had the same assertive attitude as I and understood all of my jokes and sarcastic remarks. I was stumped trying to figure out how a clever and interesting man had ended up with my unfeeling, robotic sister.

After dinner we all headed back home in our separate cars. Once home, we said goodnight and headed to our rooms. Carter and Harry were staying in the guest bedroom.

I whipped out my phone and flopped on my bed after walking to my room. I swiped it open and was greeted by 5 unread messages from Josefine. I rolled my eyes with a smile and began to read:



Hey babes, how's dinner w man-candy going?? ;)

You're prob busy kissing ass, but I wanted u to know that once u go British, there's no going back

Ellll 4 srs I'm dying over here. Aren't u done with dinner yet???

I'm mad. Invite me over to meet tall dark & handsome STAT pls!!

If u don't invite me over eventually, I'll just show up @ ur doorstep. I know where u live u bitch


I typed out a reply:



It's been 1 loooong ass night. Turns out the British bloke head isn't as dense as I thought....


I only had to wait a second until Jo texted back:


J: Do share! Is it possible the hottie isn't only big hands, big feet, & big....?


E: We bantered. We fucking bantered!


J: & that means...?


E: We kinda flirted....I did it 2 make the situation awkward but he flirted right back!


J: I'm getting hot & bothered


E: He's still a prick 4 dating Carter


J: I'm coming over tmrw 2 meet him


E: Be my guest. Going 2 bed cya tmrw ya filthy animal


J: Merry Christmas!!! ;)


I smiled at Jo's movie reference and plugged my phone into its charger.

I got out of bed and made my way downstairs quietly to get a glass of water.

I heard glasses clattering together as I walked through the living room to get to the kitchen. It was probably my mom taking her medicine, I thought. Once I entered though the doorway I was startled to find a tall, slim man facing away from me and towards the stove.

Harry. God-fucking-dammit, the man of the hour.

He turned towards me with a mug in his hand, looking confused.

"Ella. I thought you were Carter," he greeted me.

"Sorry to disappoint," I retorted.

"Not a disappointment, actually. A relief."

His admission threw me off and I knitted my eyebrows.

"You are dating her. I thought part of being in a relationship was enjoying your significant other's company?"

"Of course."

"Mhmm..." I hummed. "What are you doing?"

"Making a kettle of tea," Harry smiled at me.

I frowned in return. "How very English of you."

"It's the one thing from home I can't live without. Everything else is negligible."

"Poor, rich boy," I rolled my eyes.

Harry turned towards me with a smirk playing on his lips. "You don't take any shit, do you?"

"I've been called a bitch," I replied with a smile.

"That's not being bitchy, that's called being truthful. You don't beat around the bush, you get straight to the point," Harry moved his rather large hands around while he talked. "I like it."

Goddammit, his charm was captivating. The little British shit. This charm and liveliness was a sharp contrast to my sister's personality and I found myself wondering how two polar opposites had ended up dating each other.

"I have to ask-why Carter?" I pried. "I know I sound like a bratty younger sister, but you seem like the kind of guy who likes to have a good time," I had to stop myself from winking.

"What kind of a good time?" Harry asked cheekily.

"You don't want me to answer that." I held my now full glass of water to my chest, chuckling.

"You seem much more mature than...what? 18 years?"

"Almost 19. I have an early birthday. I could be in actual college right now!" I answered sarcastically. "How old are you? Carter's age I assume?"

"I'm only 21. I have a late birthday," Harry countered.

"A younger man! Carter is quite the cougar," I laughed.

"I'm taking government a year ahead. That's why we're in the same class," he explained.

"You didn't meet in government class, did you? That's so boring for such an interesting man like you, Harry," I addressed him sarcastically.

"We met at a party. I was....I don't know if I should be telling you this! You are only 18 after all," Harry laughed.

"I am far from a child," I smirked, shaking my head and looking him straight in the eyes. Was I imagining things when I saw him gulp?

"I'm sure you are..." He looked back down at his kettle as it began to whistle. "Tea's ready. You want any?"

I pondered his offer for a second. "To hell with it, I'll try my first mug of English tea. Pour me a cuppa!" I laughed with Harry.

"How many sugars?" He asked.

"Just make mine however you make yours." I had never tried English tea and I had no idea what to expect. I heard it was much different than American tea.

"Two sugars, half a glass of steaming milk. Here you go," Harry handed me my mug.

His voice was deep and raspy. Hearing him speak almost caused me to falter...almost.

"Try it together, yeah?" He asked me, looking straight into my eyes.

"You've already tried it," I pointed out. "How about you try something you've never tried and I'll try the tea?"
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"Sounds reasonable. What do you have?" Harry asked.

I walked over to the pantry and swung the door open. I perused the options, "Harry come over here! I have no clue what we have that the UK doesn't."

Harry walked over and leaned down to scan the options. He picked up a box and handed it to me.

"Graham crackers?" I questioned.

"Never even heard of them." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"What about s'mores?" I was met by a blank stare. "Never mind. Here let's get you a graham cracker." I tore open the box and handed him a cracker.

Harry held it between his thumb and index finger as he examined it. "Looks like a biscuit," he said, sniffing the cracker. I couldn't hold back my giggle.

"It sort of is. Okay, so I have my tea," I held up my mug," and you have your graham cracker. On the count of three?"

I felt ridiculously childish, but I was having too much fun to stop myself.

"Okay. One-" Harry spoke.

"Two-" I chimed in.

"Three!" We said together. I took a sip of my tea as Harry bit into his graham cracker.

The tea tasted warm and slightly of honey and toast. It was comforting, yet foreign.

"It tastes like a biscuit," Harry spoke up after chewing his bite.

"That's because it is...a biscuit. Or a cookie. That is what a biscuit means right? A cookie? Sorry I'm not down with the British slang." I rambled.

"Yep, a biscuit and a cookie are the same thing," He replied. "So how's your tea?"

"Oddly comforting," I smiled.

"It does that. Tea is my absolute favorite thing about being British." Harry grabbed his mug of tea and took a sip.

"Are you going to make a cup for Carter?" I was prying, that I knew, but a bit of jealousy was bubbling up inside of me.

"No way," Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "She hates the stuff. Won't go near it."

His reply put me at ease.

"So you never answered my question. You and Carter don't seem very compatible."

Harry glanced down at the mug in his hands and sighed.

"Hmm. Things happen."

"What happened between you two?" I wasn't satisfied with his answer.

"We met at a party. Carter was tipsy and fun and...alive. I was drawn to her."

I snorted. "Alive. Yeah, okay."

"Really, she was!" Harry laughed. "I know it's hard to believe, but it's true."

"Well. You two seem very in love," I rolled my eyes and took another sip of my tea.

"You're a very nosy girl," Harry looked at me.

"I'm nearly 19, only two years younger than you. I am not a girl," I wrinkled my nose. "Girls don't wear Louboutins or wrap dresses."

"Lube-what?!" Harry looked horrified.

"Firstly, Louboutins. It's a shoe label. Secondly, stop acting like a prude! You're an attractive 21 year old Briton. Let's not act like you haven't been there."

Harry nearly choked on his tea. "So you think I'm attractive?" He smirked once he collected himself.

"That's what you took from what I said?"

"So you do think I'm attractive."

"I'd have to be blind to not find you attractive." I shamelessly admitted.

"It's the accent," he shrugged. "I like you. Like I said before, you're brutally honest."

"I'll make a great sister-in-law someday, hm?" I asked. I was hoping he'd take my insinuation by surprise. The last thing I wanted was for a man as great as Harry to end up with a woman as drab as Carter.

Just like I had predicted, Harry looked more than taken aback. "Whoa, whoa, let's not go there," he chuckled, "I'm only 21."

"But Carter's 23," I countered. "I'm pretty sure she's hoping to marry you." I teased.

What I said wasn't a lie. Carter was ready to settle down the moment she graduated. She was ready for a husband, children, a house, and society. From what I could gather from his reaction, Harry was not.

"I-I um.." Harry sputtered.

"I'm sorry," I quickly apologized. "That was completely uncalled for. I didn't mean to scare you. You're right, 21 is awfully young. Live a little! You've only just reached the legal drinking age in America. You're a spring chicken."

"I've been drinking in England for years," Harry rolled his eyes. "What a ridiculous law."

"I agree," I said. "I've been drinking for years as well."

"But that's illegal?" Harry questioned.

"Cut the crap, Harry, don't act like you're such a saint. Besides, I do plenty of illegal things. Underage drinking is nothing." I winked. "Well, it's late," I yawned, "I should be going to bed. It was nice talking to you without the rest of my family lurking around. They can be awfully judgmental. You're a very interesting boy, Harry." I began to leave the room, flipping back around once I reached the entrance to the living room. "Oh, and thank you for the tea," I tipped my cup in his direction smiled up at him.

The last thing I saw before I turned back around was his green eyes sparkling at me.

"Goodnight, Ella," I heard Harry say as I walked up the stairs.

I smiled to myself as I rounded my bed and fluffed my pillows. Harry was eerily similar to me-we both had the same dry sense of humor and could call people out on their crap. It was awfully disappointing that Carter was the person who got to hold his hand and lay next to him in bed.....

I suddenly shook myself out of my frivolous daydream and laid down in my bed.

Boys are a waste of time and energy. There are many more important things to focus on, I thought to myself.

But Harry wasn't a boy, Harry was a man. Carter's man.