Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Sixty: Confusion

HANNA'S POV

"Why don't you just call him?" Jack suggested.

"Because he's an dick. I'm quoting you in case you were too drunk to remember." I reminded him.

"Oh, I did say that. Still I think he wants to apologize. He's been calling you nonstop all day. You should at least try and contact him." He suggested.

"Fine." I pulled my phone out of my sweatpants and opened a text to Harry.

Fuck you.

"Happy now?" I asked sarcastically. He rolled his eyes but didn't say anything else.

"I seriously hate hangovers.." I complained.

"You can't possibly still be feeling it. It's like 7 PM. "

"Yeah but still. I still feel... You know... Bleh." I tried to describe.

"I feel you. And I don't have to work today so how about we just stay in tonight and movie party it up?" He suggested.

"Sounds good go me. What's on Netflix?" I asked, grabbing the remote out of Jack's hand and searching to find a movie.

"How about Paranormal Activity 8?"

"Hanna no. You hate those movies. I have no idea why you keep insisting on watching them. They've been wasting your money since like, 2008 or something."

"And since you refused to take me to see it when it was in theatres, you have no choice but to watch it with me now." I argued. He groaned knowing I wouldn't give in.

"Fine. Click the button."

"What the fuck was that?" I yelled at the TV when the movie was done.

"Told ya you would hate it." Jack boasted.

"Shut up. We've watched plenty of bad movies that you've chosen and I never said anything."

"Yeah right! When I insisted you watch You're Next, you kept making comments and predicting what would happen." He retorted.

"Yeah, but all my predictions were right and you had already seen the movie so I don't see the problem in that." He glared at me and I grinned playfully in response. Our playful banter was interrupted by me getting a text from Niall.

Did he call you?

No, but I sent him a fuck you text.

Well that's something. You should try calling him.

"Niall's right." Jack said.

"Stop reading over my shoulder!" I whacked him with my hand to get him away.

"Hanna, you need to call him."

You need to call him. He hasn't checked in in a while and we're worried.

"You see?"

I rolled my eyes at Jack and replied to Niall.

I thought you knew where he was.

Well, kind of. Just call him and see if he's alright. Please. For me. I'm worried he could be doing something stupid.

I groaned in frustration on how Niall could be so persuasive even if wasn't in front of me.

No let's be honest I'm just spineless.

"Fine. I'll fucking call him." I sighed. Jack smiled and was about to say something if I didn't shut him up with a look.

Calling Harry Styles...

Ring

Ring

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