I Hate My Stepbrother (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 8- First Day

I've been drinking, I've been drinking I get filthy when that liquor get into me. I've been thinking, I've been thinking. Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby? I want you, na na. Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby? I want you, na na.

I bobbed my head to the music in my earphones tapping my foot rapidly in the front passenger's seat of Harry's car.

I looked over at his set curly hair, his eyes concentrated on the road in front of him. No emotion showing on his face. How could he not be nervous?

It was our first day of school and all I can think about is if people would like me or not.

I mean I'm usually confident about these kinds of situations but I've never been to a new school and I was kind of nervous about how people would feel about my appearance.

I mean, even if they didn't like it, it wouldn't matter because I don't see myself changing for anyone.

Cigars on ice, cigars on ice. Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill. Flashing lights, flashing lights. You got me faded, faded, faded. Baby, I want you, na na. Can't keep your eyes off my fatty. Daddy, I want you, na na. Drunk in love, I want you

I felt a hand on my thigh and jumped in suprise taking off one of my earphones to look at Harry. "What?" I asked confused.

"You're scared." He pointed out squeezing my leg before going back to driving. I didn't respond, only looked down into my lap. I hated when he did this...

I hated when he was right. But

I wasn't going to give into that knowing smirk he had when he knew he was right. I put my headphones back in resting my head against the seat.

We woke up in the kitchen saying, "How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night. Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in the club. Drunk in love

"We're here." Harry said after taking out my earphone again and smirking. I played with my fingers looking down a bit before feeling his fingers on my chin. "It's going to be okay, princess. No one will mess with you if you're with me." He said moving in to kiss my cheek.

"Thanks Haz." I mumbled out looking at him from underneath my eyelashes. I looked outside the car window at the big white and brown school building, before stepping out of the door.

"Styles!" I heard voices scream as I looked over seeing a shitload of people crowding Harry. Mr. Popular huh? Well, he did say he was the star of the football team and with those good lucks and dimples it's no suprise that the girls would fawn over him.

"Who's that?" I heard a couple of people whisper making me blush. "He's dressed like a girl."

One of the voices said making me glance down at my outfit ( aztec black and white leggings, a hoodie with the words "shut up" on it in big blue letters, a black and white headscarf, and some blue uggs).

I felt a hand grab my arm towards them, and I looked over to see Harry pulling me towards the crowd that was still looking at me, some in shock.

"This is my stepbrother, Louis. He's new here so treat him with respect." Harry said fondly, his eyes shining as he talked about how great I was. I mean I know I'm amazing Harry, but don't over due it.

The crowd soon warmed up to me, well the girls did. The guys just stared with expressions I couldn't read. While the girls said things like "Your outfit is amazing!" and "Your eyelashes are so long and pretty." I noticed that I haven't said a word yet.

"Thank you, I try." I smiled with a cheeky grin blushing when they commented on how high and light my voice was.

"Why don't you come with us?" A perky blonde asked coming closer, making Harry step between us. "No, Lou's going to stay with me and the guys, you girls get to class." He smiled sweetly but I could tell it was forced.

"Kay Harry!" They giggled before before walking off to who knows where, to do who knows what.

I clasped my hands together before skipping over to Harry and his group of guy friends. "Don't we have class?" I asked Harry sweetly rocking back and forth on the heels of my feet.  "That ass, though." I heard one of his friends whisper making me stop. Harry glared their way before looking at me again.

"Yeah in like ten minutes but, we have to go to the guidance office to get our schedules and locker combinations."

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My first class was Geometry, our teachers name was Mr. Klinger. This short bald guy with glasses, who was pretty loud if you asked me.

But I ignored him while coming into the class room. He looked my outfit over but smiled at me anyways. Like I cared what his opinion on me was anyways.

I looked for a seat before a familiar set of big blue eyes and blonde hair caught my eyes from the back of the classroom.

I sat down next to the little irishmen before touching his leg caringly making him jump up in suprise.

"Lou! I didn't know we'd have classes together!" He sing songed happily, his eyes lighting up. And I have to admit, that if I hadn't known Harry I'd obviously go out with Niall.

He so adorable and perky and makes me want to hug him but he doesnt have that dominating aura that Harry has around me that makes my skin crawl with excitement.

"Geometry sounds so boring." I said casually putting me legs over his and laying my head on the desk.

"I could make it fun for the both of us." He whispered happily in my ear making me shiver and blush. But then I remembered what Harry had said to me about me being his.

I couldn't let Niall get in the way of that. I slowly took my legs off of his, not responding and putting all my interest into the teacher suddenly. I looked over to see Niall pouting a bit making me smirk. He really was a cutie.

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The day was going by pretty fast. Geometry, Spanish 2, then English, then Gym. Oh yeah, gym. I had that with Harry. And yeah, boys locker room.

Oh the awkwardness. How was this going to work out.

I walked over to my gym room locker as boys pilled into the gym room. Some of them eyed my clothes down before smirking.

This one guy, with black hair and light brown eyes with a bit of stubble leaned against his locker not changing but watching me. He was a really gorgeous guy making me shiver underneath his stare.

"Go on then, change." He said smirking, making me jump when I realised just how close we were.

"I will, if you'd stop eye raping me." I rolled my eyes getting my composure back, and sassiness. I decided to ignore his stare before taking off my sweater.

The cold air hitting my skin as I put on my gym shirt. I looked over to see that more than just one person was staring at me now.

I took a deep breath, strippers go through this every day Louis. You can do this. I said giving myself a little but of reassurence. I pulled down my leggings folding them, whilst hearing peoples breath get caught in their throats behind me. What's so shocking about boxers? Oh wait.

I looked down at the black and pink lace that hugged tightly on my bum. I turned to smirk at the guys who were staring before bending down low to pick up my gym shorts and yeah, maybe I was showing off a bit before I heard a clear of a throat behind me.

I looked up to see a fuming Harry with his arms folded. He must've told the other guys to leave because we where alone now, the sound of the locker room door slamming shut and the room was empty.

"Care to explain why you were showing off whats mine to random guys?" He asked with a stern voice.

"I wouldn't exactly call it 'showing off' per se, I didn't ask them to look at me." I pointed out only to see Harry getting angrier. He hated when I blamed my faults on him.

He stepped closer to me, arms folded and green eyes dark. He got into my personal space, his mouth hovering over my ear. "You're being bad." He stated, putting his hands on my waist.

"I'm sorry." I whimpered knowing what was going to happen next. He pulled away from me smirking wildly, shaking his head making his curls bounce left and right.

"We will most certainly deal with this later, Louis." He stated before walking out himself leaving me there flustered and scared of whats to come later.