Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Sixty-Two: Love, Lust, Faith, and Dreams

HANNA'S POV

I was beyond mad. Beyond furious. I was seething with rage, smoke coming out of my ears. I was mad at Harry and Hailey.

"Well this was nice, but I think I'll go now." I said, swiftly standing up, not bothering to be gentle when I pushed past Hailey.

"No wait Hanna--"

"Zayn, please don't try and stop me. I can't deal with this right now. I just need space." I pushed past him too, being much more careful though.

"Hanna just wait, I'm sure Harry will be here soon and explain everything." Liam persuaded.

"Don't you guys get it? I don't want to hear it right now!" I exploded. They wore looks of shock on their faces and backed down immediately.

"I'll call later." Shooting one more glare at Hailey, I stormed out of the hotel room. I got down to my car and called Jack as I started driving.

"Hanna, where did you go?" Jack's concerned voice immediately asked.

"It doesn't matter right now. I just need you to meet me somewhere." I told him.

"Alright, where?" He agreed.

"The beach house down at The Keys. I'll meet you there. And if it's not too much trouble, can you bring me a couple changes of clothes?" I requested.

"No problem. I'll see you soon. Drive safe."

I hung up my phone, frustrated that I was doing the thing I had promised myself I would stop doing. I was running.

A few hours later, Jack and I were sprawled out on the small, private stretch of beach that came with the beach house. Jack's family owned it and said we could use it anytime we wanted.

"Why did you want to come here?" Jack asked me.

"Because it's quiet, and peaceful, and it's a great place to think."

"About?"

"You know what about."

"Yeah, I know. Harry." It was stupid how I physically flinched at the sound of his name. Traitor.

"I don't know why it bothers me so much. Like, he bailed once and it's not that big a deal. He doesn't owe me an explanation for what or who he does, because it's not my business anymore. It's not my job to look out for him, and I can't even if I wanted to because he's out on tour all the time now! I just-- just..."

"Love him?"

Both of us were silent at the suggestion.

"I honestly don't know." I muttered.

"It's just all so confusing." I sighed. I jumped as I felt Jack's hand take mine and squeeze it slightly.

"Just know I'm here. And I'll help you with whatever you think is right." He assured.

"I'm an awful friend to you. You admitted you love me, and I'm selfish enough to accept your help in possibly winning the heart of another guy. Why are you even doing this?" I wondered aloud.

"Because I love you enough that I would rather see you happy with another person, than unhappy with me. That wouldn't be fair to you. And hey if it turns out you don't love Harry then fuck yes, ten points for me! But if you do love him, then I'll be happy for you."

Tears started to form under my sunglasses and I rolled off my beach towel to give Jack a long hug.

"Alright, enough of that emotional bullshit. You stay here an soak up the last of the sun while I make us dinner. After we eat we can continue or beach house tradition."