My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'

Chapter 34

(Mackenzie's POV)

"I'm back!" I announce as I enter the house.

The house is oddly quiet. It's weird. I drop my bag by the door and go upstairs. Just as I reach the last stair, I hear a strange sound come from Hannah's room. A... A moan? I continue to walk slowly till I reach the closed door. I stick my ear to it and listen carefully.

"She'll be back any minute now." Hannah pants.

"Does it look like I care?" A deep British voice says.

I then hear kissing sounds. Placing my hand slowly on the knob, I twist it gently. As I peak in, I gasp. There they are. Hannah lies on the bed in jeans and a bra. Over her, Harry in only jeans. He's kissing her. Her hands in his hair. His lips on hers. Their legs tangled.

Hannah and Harry are making out.

I wake up to the sound of the TV closing. I must've dozed off while watching.

"Hey." Harry says.

"Hey. How was breakfast with the boys?" I ask, getting up.

"Good, I guess."

"Glad you had fun."

"Yeah. Well... I'll be up in my room. Are you busy today?"

Why would he ask?

"No. I just have to meet Hannah at 1 for lunch." I say.

"Oh... Well, you better hurry, it's fifteen minutes to one."

"What?!" I gasp and get up.

I look at the clock. 12:45. Oh my god! I race upstairs and get dressed.

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(Louis's POV)

"Enough. That's too much." She giggles as I try to feed her another spoon.

"Oh, come on." I pout.

She smiles before running her hand through her hair.

"Are you trying to kill the girl?" Lottie asks.

"I'm just happy for you." I smile.

"We're back." Mum says, coming in.

I couldn't help but smile wider and get up to her. I kiss her forehead and take the bags from her.

"Maria!" Doris squeals and goes to her.

"Hiii." Maria says and goes down to hug her.

Today, Maria and I are cooking dinner for the whole family. Even Dad is coming. It was really difficult to reach him, but I did.

"I'm so nervous." Maria says, coming into the kitchen.

I turn to her.  She's still carrying Doris, who's hugging her. I smile.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I'm meeting your father."

"So? You met Mark."

"Yeah... But, Troy is your birth father, he might not like me."

"Oh, love. Don't you worry. He'll love you. Maybe even just as much as Doris here."

"No." Doris says.

Maria and I both laugh. She then kisses Doris's cheek.

"Can you leave my girlfriend now? I'm getting a bit jealous." I say.