I Hate My Stepbrother (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 6- You are mine.

I am oh so very sorry for the wait guys. I have been nonstop at soccer practice because our first game is tuesday and I have to work really hard and has been coming home everyday at 7pm tired and ready to eat and sleep but I promise I'll try to do more, please dont be upset. Love youuuuu.

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I am soooo, loving torturing Harry, like it's really obvious that's he's jealous of the attention that I'm giving our little friend Nialler.

And it's a constant act, too! Anytime Niall's in less than a five feet distance of my reach, I would give him a quick feel or hop in his lap. Just to see the hard angry glare Harry would shoot at us and then try to calm himself down. But I know that's he jealous which kind of makes me curious. 

Does he have feelings for me? Or was he just in the 'protective bother' stage. And I don't think the second one is most likely since the only person I need 'protection' from is him!

He's gotten a bit violent these past few days. And I actually thought we were getting closer and that he might actually, maybe down in his sick twisted heart, want to become friends with me. But ever since I've been teasing him with the little Irish lad, things has been a mess.

I've been kicked a couple of times, pushed into a few walls, thrown (no, like literately thrown) out of his room more than once, and even almost accidentally fell down the stairs. Once, or twice, or three times, but it all had to be accidents.

Oh, no I've become 'that guy' and I hate it. I shouldn't be sticking up for Harry. I should be sticking my foot up his ass! But not right now, I'm actually doing his laundry right now. His room has been a little messy and maybe if I help clean up, he'd stop hurting me and might actually start liking me better. 

"What the hell are you doing?" I heard Harry's rough voice behind me. He must have just woken up from the nap he'd taken after Niall left earlier today. I wanted to suprise him with a clean room since I know he was pissed at me because of what happened when Niall was here. Oh, and now here comes the flashback, enjoy. 

Flashback.

"You're so fucking hot." Niall said as I walked in Harry's living room with the plate of snacks, mum wanted me to bring out for them while they were playing FIFA. I never was really into playing games like that. Especially not with other guys, they get too competetive.

Like right before I even entered they were screaming and yelling about how one of them were cheating and the other was a 'sore loser pantsy'. 

"Oh, stop." I said blushing and sitting down the popcorn and cans of pop. There's no need for Niall to remind me of something I already know. I mean seriously. "Come on and do a spin for me babe, yeah?" Niall asked bashing those long pretty eyelashes for me. Yeah Niall was a fit little lad, but nothing compared to Harry. Sorry, not sorry. Harry, who happened to go to the bathroom at the time.

I spinned around and my dress flew up with me as I felt the breeze of the wind hit my underwear. I was wearing, a light blue halter dress with a pink floral pattern at the chest of it, the rest of the dress was ruffled down at the bottom and a light blue jean jacket to go over it. And some beige short cut Uggs to top it all off. I was going to go with some beige TOMS but, they would get dirty easily and they're my favorite and a pain to wash. 

"C'mere." He said motioning me over to him. And of course, I went being the obedient little princess that I am. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into his lap. He lifted my dress up enough to put his hand under it and roam around. I moaned as I felt his hand brush over my length for a few seconds before playing with the bright blue lace that I was wearing, because why not? 

"The fuck are you doing?!" We heard Harry yell from where he was standing on top of the stairs. "You know what? I can't have company right now, bye Niall." He said that part more calm but after he sent a death glare at me that made me squirm a bit where I was seated on Niall's lap.

I mean Harry has sent me glares before but that one was...predatorial. Like Niall was touching something that was his, something that he owned. It kind of made me sad that I was messing with him in the first place but hey, evil is my middle name.. And besides, if Harry wanted it he could've had it a long time ago. 

Flashback over

Yeah, that might've pissed him off a bit. I may or may not have went to far there...Oops. 

"I'm doing your laundry for you. Your room was a bit messy, and I thought that it would be the nicer thing for me to clean it up for you." I stated simply, while folding the last of his underwear and placing it in the top drawer. 

"Why don't you fold Niall's underwear?" He muffled into his pillow like I couldn't hear it. So he is jealous?Wow, even Harry has a heart. But why would he be jealous of me and Niall anyways. I kind of thought he was straight, I mean with that face he could simply get whatever girl he pleases. Well I guess he could get a couple of guys too but I mean come on, nothing really came across as 'gay' to me when i first met him. 

"What? You jealous?" I asked leaning onto my side and putting my hand firmly on my hip, facing him. His head instantly shot up from his pillow at my words. "No, I'm not jealous, I just don't want you whoring all over my friends, is all." He said with a smirk. 

"But your friends like it when I whore all over them. Niall seems not to mind. He liked my underwear, alot actaully, said they belonged to him now." 

And okay, maybe Niall didn't say that and I might have made that whole sentence up to see jealous Harry once more but boy, it sure was worth the hilarious look on his face when I said it. And wow, now I know that Harry really does have a little bit of a kink for my panties. This is great, I'm loving every second of this. 

"They do not belong to him, I saw them first. They're mine. You're mine." 

And woah, I was not expecting him to say that. But now he was walking over to me. Every step I took backwards he took one forward. His eyes filled with lust and his devillish smirk menacing. 

"Ha-Harry I-"

He pushed me against the wall near his big screen TV making it shake a little bit and making me more nervous than ever. He put both his hands on either side of my face making me wither beneath him. His frame got taller and wider.

Right then I notice how much smaller I was compared to him. How much skinnier and how big his biceps was compared to mine. Both of my arms put together was that one  arm of his. He could just pick me up by my waist and pound me relentlessly into the wall I was pressed up against. 

He leaned into me closer, his lips barely brushing over mine, while sternly saying...

"Louis, you are mine."