𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 {𝐇.𝐒}

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Thud. Crash!

"Thanks a lot Harry, really appreciate it." I sneer at him.

"You're welcome, it's my pleasure." His normally deep voice has perked up a bit for his sarcastic tone. I roll my eyes and go inside the lobby to get a broom and dustpan.

Hi, my name's Brianna and I'm currently moving in with my arrogant stepbrother, Harry. The reason why: my mom died yesterday and I would be at an orphanage right now since I'm only 17. The social worker said that I could live out on my own when I turn 18 and graduate high school, so I'm only counting the fucking days.

My jackass of a 'stepfather' didn't want a child in his house, since he was probably having sex with bimbos when my mom was alive and most likely still doing it, and so Harry surprisingly offered to take me in. I don't know if he's gonna make me do all his chores or some housemaid type shit, but I already know this is gonna be a turd of a whole 9 months.

Here's why I don't like Harry: He's a spoiled little rich boy with a big condo and 5 cars. He's a man whore, and I know this from my fair share of hearing him bang a girl every other night when we were younger and before he moved out. He might be a fucking hot model looking type guy, but he could definitely use some polish for his character and attitude. I mean, I'm not that much different given that I was raised around him and have learned some of his rude ways, but I' not as bad as him.

Me and Harry have known each other for 10 years, which is when our parents got married. I was 7, and he was 14. We were like brother and sister who bugged each other all day, every day until I was about 9, and he started being a legitimate jerk. We would bicker nonstop because of how him and his 'girlfriends' would keep me up all night and my mom and 'stepfather' didn't do shit about it. Then, every boyfriend that I had, or even if it was just a friend that was a boy and they came over to hang out, Harry would always embarrass me or chase them away. When he had finally moved out at 18, I was so fucking happy that I didn't know what to do, and now here I was, moving back in with him.

"You know, you could be a very nice looking person if you'd just clean up your act. Personality can really affect your looks." I scold him, and he rolls his eyes.

"And you know, you could be a very nice looking person if you'd put makeup on your face?" He scoffs and I roll my eyes, sweeping the glass from my lamp off of the ground.

After I'm done, I walk back inside and drop the broken shards of glass into the garbage can, and go back outside to grab my comforter.

As I walk outside to get it, I see Harry leaning against a woman's car, obviously flirting with her and getting her number or some sort. He flashes a smirk her way, showcasing his dimples and it gives the girl a twinkle in her eyes. I turn around and start heading off back into the lobby until I hear one segment of their conversation that pisses me off.

"Ugh, that isn't my girlfriend babe. Just my little sister." I can hear him say, and I turn towards them.

"Nigga, I ain't yo fuckin little sister! Don't know why the fuck you're so obsessed with thinking that you dumb ass prick. And tell miss Anorexic over here to go eat something because it's sad how the bitch got a sharper jawline than yo ass!" I spit, and the girl's jaw drops. Harry's jaw clenched and I could tell he was pretty pissed off with me. So, I just walked back inside and left him there to flirt with his dumbass bitch.

"Hey, you need help with the rest of this stuff?" A man nods toward the things Harry abandoned so that he could go talk to the grapefruit lady.