My Sister's Fiancé (Fanfiction) - Completed

Scarlett never expected to see Harry Styles again. Ever. It was the last thing in the world she wanted to do. But what she doesn't know...is that her Step Sister, Amber is bringing home a big surprise for the family. And it's not one Scarlett is going to like...
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20. Nothing

 

Nothing...

Harry's POV.

Why oh why had I let the boys choose the song? I hadn't been thinking when I had chosen it. I just asked them to decide for me. And they did that...

"SCAR!" I shouted after her. But she wouldn't listen.

I growled as Niall came to my side, "Let's just get this over with mate."

I sighed...I couldn't do anything more.

That was Our Song. It was her song. It had been inspired by her, and now I was going to sing it to another women...whilst she watched. I was so going to hell.

 

Scarlett's POV.

My hurt and upset turned to anger as I watched Harry and the boys, mount the stage...why did I have to feel like this? It wasn't fair. I just wanted it to all dissapear and leave me the hell alone. Maybe it would go away when Harry and Amber left...which meant they would be married.

......Nope. It was never going away.

I held back a grimace as the song began and tried to look anywhere but at Harry. Madison was looking at me speculatively, but I just shook my head and tried to block out the fact that this was my song. And it wasn't being sung to me.

The husky tone of Zayn's voice filled the room and I tried to appreciate his talent instead of acting like some jealous bitch... Which I was doing.

I looked over to Amber to see her grinning from ear to ear and bouncing on her toes. She was also staring at me...what was that all about? It was if she was showing off, or trying to make me jealous.

Liam started and he smirked as he winked in my direction. I managed to roll my eyes and smile back as they continued...

And then came Harry's part...

"I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape 

You never want to know how much you weigh 
You still have to squeeze into your jeans 
But, 

You're perfect to me 

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth 
But if it's true, 
It's you, 
It's you, 
They add up to 
I'm in love with you, 
And all these little things."

The funny thing was, I had tears in my eyes. Harry had sang it all whilst looking directly at me. Not Amber; his fiance. But me. I could see emotions all over his face and it made me forget all about how angry I had been at him a few moments ago.

When I refocused myself and realised they had finished the song, I awkwardly stood up and clapped with everyone else. That's when I noticed Amber was glaring at me. And not in a good way. I just looked disinterested and sat back down.

"Scar! Harry was totally eyeing you through the whole of that song!" Madison whispered excitedly.

I smiled. He had sang it to me. Even if it wasn't supposed to have been.

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I waited outside the hall, waiting for what felt like forever until Harry came out. He had stayed to clean the room whilst Amber went home. I felt sorry for him, but then again, it gave me the chance to talk to him alone.

"Harry..." I touched his arm as he walked past me.

He stiffended and turned around, "Look Scarlet, I'm sorry about the s-"

"No. I wanted to say Thank You." I butted in.

He looked at me as his forehead creased together, "What for?"

I bit my lip, "Even if you don't want to admit it, you sang that song to me tonight, Harry. Not Amber."

As I looked into those familiar deep green eyes, I thought he was going to try to deny it but instead he did something I never expected. And never thought I would be lucky enough to feel again.

He leaned in and kissed me. It was a light and subtle touch but it was all that any girl could ever wish for. 

And suddenly, the kiss was more than just a subtle touch. My arms circled around his neck, my fingers running through those gorgeous curls as his strong arms encircled their way around my waist, pulling me closer to him. My desire to feel his lips against mine overpowered every thought; every word that my mind was screaming at me, telling me that I was a fool. Let me be a fool then, I thought as I pulled Harry closer to me.

When we pulled away for air, I let out a groan of frustration as I looked into Harry's lust filled eyes. Without another word, he grabbed my hand and led me down a dim hall way to a front desk. The women and him exchanged brief words before he grasped my hand again and led me up a set of stairs.

The whole time, my heart felt like it was in my stomach and I didn't know what to expect. I figured we were heading to a hotel room, from the looks of the room key in Harry's hand.

Harry eventually swung the door to one of the rooms open and we tumbled into the room desperately.

My breath hitched as Harry pressed me up against the chipped paint of the front door, his arm planted above my head and his lips pressed hotly to mine. My breaths quickened as Harry made his way down, planting soft feather like kisses along the curve of my neck, the slight stubble on his jaw, brushing against my skin.

Could this be real? Was it just wedding jitters? Could this actually be happening? And why was I doing this?...he was engaged. This would make me a whore. 

But all of those thoughts disappeared from my mind as Harry and I made our way clumsily to the bed. I gasped against his lips as his warm tongue fleetingly entered my mouth and made my legs start to shudder.

Harry and I broke away, the both of us breathing heavily, our eyes locked. We were inside the room, the bed hardly a metre or two away from where we stood. Harry's unwavering gaze was still on me, as the candlelight flickered on to his face. He looked so flawless standing there, his dark curls in a mess, smoldering gaze and pink lips. I blushed at the thought of all the things Harry could do with those lips.

Harry was staring at me as he swallowed hard, licking his lips apprehensively. My heart was thudding fast, the air thick with tension. Take a deep, shaky breath, I approached Harry until I was just inches away from him as I rested my palm on his chest. 

I took a deep breath, "This isn't wedding jitters?" I asked desperately as I looked into his stormy eyes.

He looked at me seriously and passionately and breathed, "Not even close."

With this, my lips captured Harry's again and with trembling hands, I began to unbutton Harry's white dress shirt, aware that he was watching me as I worked. Letting out a shaky breath, I pushed the white dress shirt from Harry's shoulders, exposing his smooth and hard chest, my eyes flickering to the thin line of hair travelling past where his dress pants sat on his hip bones. Lifting my hand, I carefully traced the outline of his butterfly tattoo with my finger tips. Harry was watching me attentively, his breaths wavering. Leaning forward, I gently placed a kiss to Harry's tattoo; his breath catching as I did so.

Taking a step back from Harry, I pulled the top half of my dress over my head, letting it fall onto the floor. My eyes still locked on Harry's, I shakily reached behind me, unclasping my bra and letting it fall. Harry's eyes flickered briefly to my chest before returning to my eyes, his pink lips in awe. I covered myself, my face burning.

In one quick stride, Harry was inches away from me again, his hand on my cheek as his eyes searched mine. "You're perfect." he murmured reassuringly.

I kissed the inside of his palm as our lips connected once more whilst he stepped out of his dress pants.

Within moments, we were under the covers and our body's were pressed together. Skin to skin. 

"Are you sure about this?" Harry whispered anxiously, his breathing still even as he caressed my cheek.

I nodded, "I've never been surer." I told him with a smile, my lips finding his once more.

Sighing against Harry's lips, I was overwhelmed by the sudden warmth spreading through my limbs, overwhelmed by my love, by our love.

There was nothing that I wanted more. Nothing.

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Harry's fingers were playfully weaving through mine, my head resting on his chest and the steady beat of his heart just below my ear. 

"I love you, Scar." Harry sighed as he pulled me closer.

I felt a smile spread across my lips as I looked up to Harry, "I think you know the response to that."

 

A/N

Okayyy....so when it comes to these sort of scenes. I'm let's say, not very good. I don't like to go into TOO much detail, but I like to make it believable. Hope it wasn't too bad for you guys.

Next Chapter....there will be a shock that I KNOW you guys won't like...

I love ALL your comments by the way. 

Anyway, thanks for reading! xo 

-Will update tomorrow night.

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