My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'

Chapter 35

(Hannah's POV)

I open the door to find Harry in his disguise. Smiling, I lean in and kiss him.

"Ready to go?" He smiles.

"Come on." I smile.

As I close the door behind me, I take him in. He looks so good, then again, when doesn't he look good?

"You look very beautiful, love." He wraps an arm around my waist.

I blush and hide my face in his shoulder. He chuckles and kisses the top of my head. When we get out of the building, I see a couple of news reporters.

"There she is!" One of them yells.

"Hannah! Hannah, is it true that you didn't go to see your sister since she came back?" Another asks.

"Are you two together? How long has it been?" A woman asks.

I sigh as I ignore the questions and squeezing Harry's hand.

"I know it's hard, you'll get used to it." He kisses my cheek.

I smile and Harry opens the car door for me. After I get in, the reporters start to retreat.

"How do you do this?" I ask.

"It was very hard at first, but now, it's a part of my life. It's going to be a part of yours too." He smiles as he puts on his seat belt.

"Why? I'm not famous."

"You're getting famous."

"Why? Just because my sister is Harry Styles's 'girlfriend'?"

"That's how fame works."

"How long did Mack sign the contract for?"

"Eighteen months."

"And how long has it been?"

"Well, she signed it on May 1st. Today is September 1st. So... Four months down, fourteen to go."

"Woah. Fourteen months is a very long time."

"A year and two months."

"Now it feels even longer."

"Why are you asking all that?"

Because I want to know when the world can know about us.

"Just curiosity." I lie.

"Hannah, I know when you're lying."

"How?"

"Your voice becomes a couple of notes higher."

"It does not!" I say then realize the difference.

He then raises one eyebrow.

"Ok. It does."

"If you didn't want to tell me, you could've just said so."

"Fine. I don't want the tell you."

"I respect that. Sure, I will forever be curious, but I respect that you don't want to tell me."

"Ok, Mr. Dorsey."

He just chuckles before extending his hand. I lace my fingers in his and he kisses the back of my hand softly.

"I'm always Harold Edward Styles to you." He says.

I find myself smiling before watching out the window. 

"Can I ask you a question?" He asks.

"Isn't that one?" I ask.

"Fine. Can I ask you two questions?"