Styles My Stepbrother (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Seventy-One: The End Is Just the Beginning

Alright guys, I have some sad news. This will be the last chapter of Styles My Stepbrother. :'( I love writing more than you can imagine, but it's not fair to make you guys wait months on end for a chapter because I can't pull my shit together to update. This chapter will be super long because I'll be cramming everything in. I hope this story has made you happy and you had fun reading it. I hope to keep writing more on wattpad, not necessarily fanfics, and I don't know if that will even happen. I'm a senior in high school now, and I'm focusing on applying to colleges and getting my grades up as a last ditch effort. That is mostly why I'm ending the story now, so I don't end up making a chapter now and then one again in like January. Thank you for being on this amazing journey with me and helping me get all the reads and likes and comments I've gotten. I'll still be on wattpad, so if you want please keep sharing with your friends if they're into 1D. Thank you for everything any of you has ever done for me and for continuously supporting me. I'm actually tearing up a little. Y'all have been reading this story for almost two and a half years and that's incredible. I owe y'all so much more than I could ever express or give. The best I can do is give you this final chapter. So for the last time on this story, I LOVE you guys and thank you so much!! <3

Without further ado, here is the final chapter of Styles My Stepbrother.

HANNA'S POV

"Is that the last box?" I asked him.

"No, there's still a couple more left in the car but I think they're just stuffed animals." Harry shrugged.

"Thank God. All this unpacking is so tiresome." I complained with a joking smile.

"You're not even the one lifting the boxes!" He laughed.

"Because you won't let me." I shot back.

"Excuse me for not letting my pregnant wife, lift the other half of the couch." He sassed, coming over to wrap his arms around me from behind, letting his hands gently rest on the small but noticeable bump that showed the world I was pregnant.

"I'm not that pregnant. Only five months."

"Hanna that's more than halfway there!"

"Yeah but still..." I muttered, knowing it was a pointless argument. I would lose inevitably.

"Here, why don't you sit down on the couch while Zayn and I get the last of the boxes." He suggested, leading me to the couch before I could protest.

"I'll be right back." He said, kissing the top of my head. I smiled at the small sign of affection and leaned my head back against the couch. I was actually quite exhausted despite my lack of work. Mostly my feet hurt, but that was becoming a regular thing. Zayn had been kind enough to help Harry do the heavy lifting while we were moving into our new house. I decided to sift through one of the boxes that was on the floor in front of me. Beneath a pile of picture frames there was a scrapbook. I smiled, immediately remembering the wedding present Reagan had given me. I opened the first page.

The cover photo in a sense was a picture of all of us the day we decided to play messy twister.

"Liam come on! I already set the camera on the timer! It's going to take!" Reagan yelled at Liam who was just now getting out of the pool. We were all posed and ready for some ridiculous group photo Reagan was forcing us to take. Something about senior year memories.

I was already mad at Harry because of his slut comment and him and Reagan being cute was seriously start to get on my nerves. I could tell it was bothering Louis. I had a fake smile on for the photo and then at the last second I felt a hand tickle my waist and burst out laughing.