My Step Brother

Obsession

I was in the car with my dad today and was listening to Nick Grimshaw this morning, when he announced the BEST news of my entire life.

Grimmers: Now, all you teenage girls sit down, because you might actually faint when I tell you this, and if you faint and end up in the hospital...you might miss out on this and I am pretty sure you won't want to miss out...Edward Stiles, The Teenage American Heart-throb of Two Directions, The Sex Symbol to many of you teenage girls, will be coming to London this weekend!

I screamed.
"Dad! I have to go to London this weekend!!! I HAVE TO!" I was literally freaking out.
"Whoa, no way! Not by yourself, you're not." My dad said shaking his head.
"Dad, you know I am in love with this guy, you know! His pictures are all over my room! I have--"
"Reneè, you're not going by yourself." He said again.
I sat back and my seat and pouted. "Will you take me?" I asked him.
"I have to work this weekend."
"What about Anne? I mean, her and I could finally bond."
"She probably wouldn't be up for that trip." He said.
Great. Now I have no way of seeing my favorite person on this Earth. Now he will never see me and start falling in love with me. "Have Harry take you."
Harry? He wanted Harry to take me? I was older than Harry by like...2 months, or something. Plus, I haven't spoken to Harry since our...sexual incounter the other night.
"Dad, Harry? Harry is only 2 months younger than me..."
My dad nodded. "Yes, but let's be honest, Harry can pass as 23 at least."
This is stupid, though it was true. But still. I should be able to just go.
"Or maybe even your babysitter." My dad chuckled.
I looked over and gave him the meanest look ever. He looked over and wiped the smile off of his face. "Sorry."

When we arrived home I instantly ran upstairs to Harry's room and knocked.
"Who is it?" He called out.
"Reneè."
"Come in, I guess." He said.
"Hey." I said barging in. Harry looked back and then to his left and stared at the floor with a smirk plastered on his face. "What? You want another shot?" He smirked.

Ass.

"No! I need to ask you something, will you go with me this weekend to go see Edward Stiles?" Harry narrowed his face and had a critical look on his face. "God, no!" He didn't hesitate to answer that. "Two Directions is probably THE WORST band ever. Edward Stiles thinks he can get any girl he wants. It's all because of that gay quiff thing he does with his hair. I despise him-"
"HEY! Watch it." I snapped. "I love that guy!"
"Of course you do. But, no. I will not go with you."
NOOOOO! He was my only hope!
"Harry, please! I am seriously IN LOVE with this guy! I have to go see him! Please! My dad said I can't go unless you go, too. Please, please, please, please--" I pleaded. I didn't know what to say to change his mind, I had to go to this thing. "Harry, please! I'll have sex with you again." My mind started screaming and I had no idea why I said that. "I mean-"
Harry looked down and smiled. "You will?" I looked up at him, I stared for a good while before shaking my head yes. Harry sighed and shut his eyes. "Okay, fine. This sex better be worth it." Harry mumbled.

I jumped up and hugged him. "Oh my god, thank you! Thank you so much!" I was so excited and I thought I was going to pass out.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever."

Saturday Morning

I woke up and got in the shower, did my make up, and my hair and then got dressed. I was so excited to meet Edward Stiles. Hopefully I can control myself around him. Didn't work out too well with Harry...wait, what am I saying? I don't want to control myself around Edward.

Harry came downstairs for breakfast. He was wearing skinny jeans (of course), white converse and a shirt that said HIPSTA PLEASE. across it.
We didn't dress them same this morning.
I was glad.
"I can't believe I'm going to this thing."
"Jeez, cry about it some more, Harry. It's just a dude." I said drinking my tea.
"Exactly, so why are you acting like it the second coming of Jesus, or something?" he ran his hand through his beautiful curly hair.
"Because, for a Directioner, it is. So shut it, gorgeous."
He looked up and smiled at me and then looked back down. Just then, Anne and my dad walked in.
"You guys all ready to go?" Anne asked. We nodded.
"Well, be careful. London can be a scary place for two 19 year olds." She said hugging us both.
"We'll be fine mom." Harry said.