My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'

Chapter 36

(Hannah's POV)

Harry.

His chestnut hair. His forest green eyes. His plump pink lips.

I watch as his chest rises and falls as I run my hand through his hair.

"Your stomach is comfy." He says.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"What?" He smiles and sits up, looking at me.

"Never have I thought I'd hear those words." I laugh.

He just sits there, smiling at me. His bright smile is beautiful. I just can't help but calm down and reflect his smile.

"Your laughter is beautiful." He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"I love you." I lean in and peck his lips.

I feel him sigh in relief as I pull away. When I open my eyes, his are still closed. I trace his lips with my finger and kiss the tip of his nose.

"You can open your eyes now." I say.

"I'm afraid I'll open my eyes to find that it's all a dream." He says.

"I'm here." I say and wrap his hand in mine.

He opens his eyes and I smile as his beautiful grin comes into light.

"Come here." I say and pat my stomach.

He chuckles and returns to his previous position. He then closes his eyes and plugs in his headphones. I smile as he shuffles his play-list and takes a deep breath, relaxing. It's these moments... these moments make me realize how wrong I was about him. This man right here is not a womanizer. This man here, laying on my bed, is the best man I could have ever wished for.

I close my eyes and start to play with his hair again. My head starts to wander about us. Will we ever be able to tell everyone about us? What would happen? For starters, Mackenzie will hate me. Although they're not really dating, she'll hate me for 'stealing her fake boyfriend'. She'll go on and on about how much of a hypocrite I am. Aside from Mackenzie, the Directioners. Some might ship us, but others might hate me. I'll be called a home wrecker, slut, and who knows what. Also, I'll never hear the end of it at uni. I'll be known as the girl who stole her sister's boyfriend. The problem is that they will never know that they were never dating and that Harry was mine all along.

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"Good morning students and welcome to songwriting 100. My name is Mr. Shepherd and I'll be teaching you the basics to become a songwriter. I see many bright students in front of me and I hope to get to know each and every one of you. I hope you are seated as per the list. Now, I want to know, why do you want to become a songwriter? Ms. Frank?" The professor says.

"My whole family is made up of musicians and I want to follow in their footsteps." A petite red head a couple of rows ahead of me stands up.

"Ok. Mr. Kingsley?" Mr. Shepherd asks.

"I believe that music is a universal language that helps everyone communicate and I want to be a part of it." The guy next to me stands up.

"Wonderful. Ms. George?"

"Mom and Dad want me to become a songwriter." Someone behind me speaks.

"Ok. So, know, let's get going."

"I love what you said about music. I agree with every word." I lean in to the guy next to me.

"Thank you. I'm very passionate about music. I'm Danny by the way." He says and reaches out his hand.