My Step Brother

Paris

I turned around to see Edward back. "Edward?" I asked to be sure I was seeing thing correctly. He smiled at me.

Why the hell was he here?

"Hello again." "Uh, hi. What are you doing here? In Holmes Chapel?" I asked. "I wanted to see you again." He looked around the parking lot and then back at me and I looked around the parking lot for Harry. I knew it wouldn't be good if Harry saw Edward here. He was in a black shirt and sunglasses.

"Waiting for someone?" He asked. "Yeah, my..brother." I said. "Ah, yes, I remember." He smiled. "Very, very protective." I giggled nervously. "Yeah, well, uh it was very nice seeing you again, but we need to get home." As I said that Harry walked up. Perfect. This was what I was trying to avoid.

"Edward??" He was shocked to see him here. "Hi, Harry." Edward greeted him. "What the hell are you doing here? And why?" Edward looked to the ground. I could tell he was thinking. "To invite you guys on a weekend away. In Paris."
"Paris?!" I've never been and I wanted to for like, my whole life. I looked over at Harry, he wasn't thrilled, I could tell.
"The hell? What are you trying to do, STILES?" Harry said walking closer to Edward. "You can't just sing to her in your huge hotel room, then come to our school and think you can whisk her away to Paris." I closed my eyes and face palmed, he was right, Harry was protective of me, but that's just who he is. I'm glad he's protective, he cares. "Harry, calm down." I said softly.

Edward just stood there. "I'm not trying to do anything, man.  I just wanted to invite you guys. I liked you guys."

I opened my eyes back up after a thought came to my mind. "How did you find us?" I asked him. I was really curious.
"I have people." he replied.  Right, I forgot that they had "People" to do that kind of stuff.

"So, what do you guys say?" Edward asked. I looked over at Harry as he gave me a look. "Just a second, Edward." Harry said pulling me to the side. Edward smiled. "Yes, take your time."
Harry pulled me two cars away from Edward, who stood with his sunglasses and his quiff down so no one would recognize him.

"We are not going." Harry said. "Why not?" Harry looked at me like I was stupid or something. "This is the guy who was singing that he'd always love you or something. Whatever that Two Directions song is about."
I rolled my eyes. "He was just being polite, Harry." Harry shook his head. "Oh yeah, I'm sure, Reneè." He looked back at Edward. "He's up to something." "You're just paranoid. Nothing happened the first time and nothing will happen this time." I was right, nothing did happen. So he sang a little verse to me, big deal, right?

Harry's head turned back. "Because I didn't let it, Reneè." I sighed and cocked my head to the side. I pulled my puppy dog face on him. "Harry, I have never been to Paris. I really want to go. And think about it, you and me, in Paris?" I smiled and secretly grabbed his hand and held it. "the most romantic city in the world. We can stay in bed all day and hold each other as the Eiffel Tower is right in our window. Come on, give me this." I pleaded softly and almost in a whisper.

Harry sighed as he smirked as he watched me plead to go. "You're very lucky I love you." "Yes, I know." I said. "You owe me big time, too." I smiled. "Right. And I will in Paris." I smiled and turned watching a smile appear on Harry's face. We walked back to Edward. "We're in." Edward smiled and clasped his hands together.

"Great."

*

We arrived in Paris and Edward's driver drove us to the Hotel.

"Where are we staying?" Harry asked. "Hotel Lutetia." Edward replied. Harry's eyes widened. "Are you serious?" I asked. "The queen probably stays in that hotel!" Harry turned his head to me with narrowed eyes. I looked at him and figured out that what I said was pretty dumb. "What?" I asked and shrugged my shoulders.