My Sister's Boyfriend (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 5

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

What did I just do?

Harry and I couldn't...why would I....no. No. I breath heavily and lean back into my seat. I need a second to think about this, clearly.

I had only intended to mess with Harry to annoy Carter. Kissing was...too far. Taunting, sure. But physical contact? I was well aware that I had crossed the very thin line I set for myself.

"I have an assignment," I blurt out suddenly. Jo sighs next to me.

"I forgot, I-I have to read Dracula. There's a paper due on Friday and if I don't finish it before tomorrow I'm screwed."

"Cry me a river," Jo rolls her eyes. "I should have known you wouldn't sit idle for long. I'll see you at school tomorrow?" I stand up after her and follow her out of the theater.

"Yeah, meet for coffee at 7?"

"Done." Jo smiles and walks out the front door. "And you better give me details tomorrow. All of the dirty details."

"K bye!" I push her out the door as Harry comes up behind me.

"So...I'll leave you to it then?" He questions.

"Yeah. You can watch whatever, I'll be in my room. See you tonight at the party," I ramble.

"I was hoping you could give me a suggestion? For a film to watch?"

I almost burst out laughing. Is he serious?

"Um...Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. It's a crime thriller. And Daniel Craig is super hot."

"Seems like reason enough." Harry half-grins and walks out of the foyer.

Why isn't Harry looking the least bit guilty?? I can't be the only one feeling vile. I mean, it felt good...but wrong. So wrong. As much of a prick as Carter is, Harry is hers.

I definitely need to numb my brain. I open my laptop and start watching Scandal. Nothing better than Netflix to forget everything that has happened over the past hour...at least for a little while.

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HARRY'S POV

Why is Ella being so weird? She liked our kiss...didn't she? Oh, god. I way overstepped. She's 18! Well...almost 19.

As much as I tried to assure myself that what had happened was wrong, I couldn't deny that it had felt so....right. Ella was everything that I had loved about Carter the first night we met at that party. Open, intelligent, fun. Carter had since closed herself off, becoming an unemotional, rigid woman of society. If only her family knew what she got up to overseas.

I ended up watching the movie Ella suggested, all three hours of it. By the time it's over I a hungry, so I make my way to the kitchen.

When I walk through the doorway, my eyes shoot straight towards the pantry-more specifically, who is standing in the pantry. From her position she can't see me, but I am in full view of her. My breath catches in my throat as my eyes rake down her body. She is wearing a loose sweatshirt and very short pajama shorts. I gulp, silently scolding myself for thinking what I am thinking.

"Hey," I clear my throat, making my presence known.

Ella whips around and stares at my with wide eyes. In one hand she holds a jar of peanut butter, in the other a spoon. Her face flushes red and she is clearly embarrassed.

"S-sorry. I just, um, I don't know, I was hungry..." Ella stutters.

"You don't need to explain yourself. You weren't doing anything wrong," I reply cooly.