Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

I've always lived by the quote "if a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it." However, that wasn't the case for Noah and I. --- "Have I done something?" Noah followed me, standing directly in front of the tv so I couldn't work it. "Move." I swatted him with the controller, he winced and stepped aside, sitting on the sofa opposite me. "Why don't you like me?" He asked. "Because I don't." I took another bite of my toast. "That's not a reason." He said. "It's just that... I can't believe I have you as a stepbrother." I groaned, looking at Noah who kicked his feet up on the coffee table. "And I can't believe I have you as a stepsister." He mocked my words, sending a smirk my way. Ugh he's so annoying. Noah and I are never going to be acquaintances, let alone friends. This whole stepbrother and stepsister thing, sucks. --- WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on my cheeks. "Daddy." _____________________________________________ This is NOT a l*rry fanfic _____________________________________________ #1 in Fanfiction - 05/20/17 #2 in harrystylesau - 04/28/23 #25 in harrystyles - 01/13/20 #32 in sugardaddy - 01/03/21 #101 in styles - 04/28/23 #171 in onedirection - 05/26/20