My Step Brother

Someone Always Finds A Way Back

Monday morning I got dressed and went in Harry's room.
"Hey." I said.
"Hello, love." He said turning around and smiling.
I gasped when I saw his hair. He styled it into a quiff.
"Harry.." I said.
"What?"
"Your...hair? Edward...I thought you thought that hairstyle was gay?" I said smirking.
He slightly turned away and smiled. "I wanted to try something different. It works for him."
"You don't need it!" I replied. "I like your curls. But whatever you want." I smiled at him.
He didn't have to use that hairstyle to get attention.
"I rock it better than that American Wanker." He swung around.
I gave him a look and then gave him a smile. "Alright, Quiff Boy, let's go." He smiled as I pushed him out the door and to the car.

When we got to school, Harry pulled me into a spot where we weren't visible.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I said.
"Kiss me." He smiled.
I did as I was told.
Always obey Mr. Styles. I thought to myself.
"Thank you." He said and smiled.
He winked at me and then walked to class, as did I.

Later that day
I was in 7th period. Just about the end of the day when someone passed me a note.
I opened it and read what was in big black bold letters.

I seen what you did, it sickens me.
I felt numb all over.
I folded it back up and put it in my bag. I knew exactly what they were talking about.
Me and Harry.
I felt as if I had to puke or cry, maybe both. Harry wasn't going to be happy with this, which brought me to think if I should tell him or not. I haven't seen Harry really mad, but I've been told that I don't want to. And this would set him off, I just knew it.

The bell rang and Harry met me at my locker.
"You ready to leave, babe?" He came up smiling.
My mind was somewhere else. After that letter, how could I not be? Someone in this school knew about me and Harry. Also, it's a small town and it will get back to my dad and Anne. This could destroy their new marriage and it would destroy me and Harry. Honestly, Harry was the one good thing in my life and I didn't want to lose him because some stupid pathetic person has nothing better to do with their life than ruin others.

"Babe?" Harry said again.
I turned my head and looked at him. He raised his eyebrows at me.
"Oh, yeah." I said rubbing my forehead. "I'm ready." I took out my backpack and shut my locker.
"You okay, love?" He asked.
"Mhm." I said smiling as I was fighting the tears.
"Ok, well. I have to take a wee, so you can go wait in the car." He handed me the keys.
"Okay." I said smiling and I walked away.

I walked to Harry's car.
I walked down the stairs from the front doors of the school and made my way through the parking lot.
I looked around as I did, everyone went on with their lives as I felt like mine was ending. But anyone of these people could be that terrible, evil, rude, sick person who sent me that note earlier.

I started feeling a bit dizzy from all the stuff I just went through earlier and now, so I walked a little faster to the car so I wouldn't faint on the pavement.
When I reached it, I grabbed the door handle after I unlocked it.

"Reneè?" I heard someone call my name. But it wasn't a Brit accent. A different accent.
An American one.