I'm not fucking your brother: T.H x Reader

Chapter 18: Distractions

I woke up the next mourning I was awakened my the soft kisses being planted in a trail up my neck.

"Y/n wake up," I hear Harry whisper as my eye lids flicker open to adjust to the bright source of sunlight.

Harry continued to kiss my jaw, as I arched my head back and let out a small hum his lips made their way to mine. In a gentle force he kissed with his breath riddled with coffee, I suppose he had already been up long enough to have his mourning drink.

I began to kiss him amping up with passion as the bitter sound of vibration left my phone, I decided to keep my lips locked with his. But there again went the annoying sound of the phone, something tells me Harrison made another group chat.

I tried to ease back in to the moment but every time the phone would vibrate distraction filled me, I pulled away from Harry check the phone. Whispering a small sorry for the phone I go to see the message. As I suspected messages from the blonde poured out in notifications.

The messages

Harrison: Y/n Tom knows

Harrison: I repeat Tom knows about you and Harry

Harrison: I suggest you talk to him because he's flipping out

Harrison: Y/n TOM FREAKING KNOWS

Harrison: Ok I get your probably asleep right now but when you wake up, talk to Tom

Harrison: He's not happy

Harrison: Not at all

Harrison: He's going to kill Harry and I don't know if he's joking

Y/n: oh buzz off Harrison he's not going to do anything, he's just got his panties in a twist soon enough he'll get over it

Harrison: Y/n he's upset, hell he's jealous

Y/n: Let him be, I'm aloud another boy after all this is what he wanted, he had to find out eventually now I'm not going to throw him a pity party if he's really sad he can talk to me about it and I'll comfort him but for now it just sounds like he's got a stick up his arse

Harrison: when I tell him that can I quote you

Y/n: I did type it didn't I, I'll talk to you later Harrison

Harrison: ...ok bye y/n

Y/n: Bye

I shut off my phone and returned my gaze to the brooding brunette, something was on his mind I'm sure.

"What's wrong Harry," I ask.

"Nothing," he reply's as his eyes come back to meet mine,"Say you're still coming to our house for dinner tonight right."

I had forgotten I agreed to do that, I promised the Holland's a while ago that I'd come over for dinner, back when there wasn't even a need for an invitation. But now I don't think I'd be able to have a sit down dinner with all of them, though I do feel bad for not having seem Mr and Mrs Holland in a while and I guess it wouldn't hurt to see Paddy and Sam again.

"Yes, of course I'll be there," I announce giving Harry a breath of relief.

Though I don't know why he's so happy about this, it's not like it's my first time eating with them. But I dismiss the thought of whatever scheming Harry's doing in his mind and focus back in the moment.

"Good, now I better get back home I have a long day of editing," he says before giving me one last quick kiss.

I watched him leave the room and listened closely to the sound of his creaking footsteps against the bare hardwood all until I heard the front door close. I had the rest of the day to do whatever I wanted, dinner starts at 5 and with a late start to my day I have limited time to get ready. Mrs. Holland had previously said it was a sit down dinner when she invited me, which means I have to dress nice. Very unfortunate as I usually show up at their house in a hoodie and sweat pants. Though I suppose a change up is good, though dressing up isn't what I'm particularly nervous about.

It's going to be my first time seeing Tom after the break up, which means I need to devise a plan of strategic avoidance. Lucky for me I'm staying for dinner and only dinner.

After hours of watching movies and lying in bed staring at the ceiling thinking of the numerous topics my mind loves to wander to I noticed I had to start getting ready for dinner. I hopped into the shower, dried my hair and found a half decent out fit to wear on this occasion. As I made my way down the stairs to leave it hit me.

In just a few minutes I'll be forced into the awkward and uncomfortable situation of seeing your ex after a break up, and worst of all my rebound is his brother.