My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'

Chapter 42

(Hannah's POV)

Just as our lips join, a light suddenly enters the room, accompanied by a gasping Mackenzie. I pull away and get off him quickly.

"Hannah?" Her breath quickens.

"Mackenzie!" I gasp.

She then turns and leaves the room.

"I-I'll take care of it," I say and run after her.

I knock on her door and enter to see her staring at the floor.

"How could I not see this?" She asks.

"Kenzie, I can explain," I say.

"What is there to explain? Your f*cking my boyfriend."

"Excuse me?! He is in no way your boyfriend. He might be so in front of cameras, but he's mine off the record."

"How long has this been going on?"

"A few weeks after Mum and Dad died."

"What? That long? How was I so STUPID?!"

"Mack, you're not stupid."

"I actually let myself believe that there might be something between me and Harry."

"Girls." Harry barges in.

"What? Mackenzie, you knew perfectly well that this thing between you two is fake and will never be real."

"Do you even know how hard it was for me to see you two like that?"

"Girls," Harry repeats.

"Are you serious?! For the past few months, I've had to see you kiss and make out and see pictures of you together. Don't you think it hurts?"

"You're such a HYPOCRITE, Hannah."

"Girls!"

"What?!" We both snap at him.

"I think we have bigger problems than your sister from finding out about us."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Your laptop has been recording a live video."

My eyes widen and I run to my room. I find my laptop, indeed, recording a live video.

"F*ck!" I curse as I end it and delete it quickly.

"Was he in it?" Mackenzie asks.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I didn't check it. I just deleted it."

"Why? God! Don't you ever think, Hannah."

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(Maria's POV)

"Your little miracle is starting to show, huh?" Louis smiles proudly.