My Step Brother

"Our parents...they don't have to know. We can be a secret." Louis said, coming closer and closer to me and moved back until I reached the wall. Louis was right in front of me; his hand resting right next to my head.
"But- what if they, you know, find out?" I asked, my voice shaking due to how close Louis was.
"They won't. It'll just be our little secret" Louis said, his face inching towards mine.
"Works for me" I said, grabbing his head and pulling his head in to kiss him.


55. Chapter 55


"What do you want?" I huffed, not bothering to say 'hi'. 

"Look I need to talk to you. Should we meet at-"

"No. We can talk now. What do you want?" I spat out, trying to calm myself down. 

Five years ago, I would have never dreamed of talking to my step-father like this. Or should I say my now ex-step-father? Ever since Amber left, loads of fucked up shit happened. Everything went downhill since the day she got in the taxi. 

"I need you to listen Louis. We need to talk. My intention for this call was not for you to forgive me. I know it'll be hard for you and your mother to-"

"Just get to the point." I said bluntly. 

"We need to talk- can we meet at a cafe or something?" He asked.

"What? Are you asking me on a date? Have you turned into some gay pedophile now?" I scoffed.

"Meet me at 9:00 tonight at Papa Louie's cafe. This is important. Make sure you be there." He said, strictly- ignoring what I said. Who the fuck does this dude think he is? He has no control over me. I can do whatever the hell I want. 

"Fine." I sighed deeply; wanting to say 'fuck no' but didn't since curiosity is a bitch. I disconnected the call straight after my reply. If that low life was expecting a 'bye' then he can go fuck himself.

"Who was that babe?" A high pitched voice squeaked from behind me. I turned around to meet Molly, still looking at her nails as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. Well, they probably are in her world. 

"My friend. I need to go- we're having a guys night out." I lied. 

She raised an eyebrow and asked, "You have friends?" I gave her a blank look before turning away to walk to my car. 


I reached Papa Louie's cafe at around 9:10. Isn't this place for 12 year olds? Pathetic. 

I walked inside the cheesily layed out cafe and looked around for Amber's dad. I spotted him sitting at the back with a BlackBerry in his hands. Who the hell uses a freaking BlackBerry anymore? I walked over to him and plopped myself down on the chair opposite him. 

"What do you want? I have better things to do on a Saturday than to be on a date with a gay pedo." I spat. I say him roll his eyes at me.

"Louis, this isn't a-"

"Whatever you say." I interrupted him once again. 

"And I'm not a-"

"Yeah sure whatever; whatever helps you sleep at night." I replied once again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him rub his temple with his hands. 

"Will you let me talk?" He asked, quite noticeably getting frustrated. I'm smiled mentally in victory. I'm glad he's suffering. He has every right to after what he did. 

"No." I said simply, throwing him a small grin. He ignored what I said and began to talk anyway.

"I came here to invite you to Amber's wedding. You can invite your mum to but I completely understand if she doesn't want to come. I'm only inviting you because you were close to Amber and I'm sure you would want to be with her on her special day." He said in one breath, before I could throw a snide comment at him. 

"W-Whose wedding?" I stuttered, hoping I misheard. 

"Amber's. Who else?" He asked confused.

"S-She's g-getting..." I tried to say the word 'married' but I couldn't seem to get it out. 

"Married. Yes." He sighed, shaking his head to himself. He probably thinks he's talking to a five year old right now but I don't give a fuck what he thinks. After a couple of moments, what he said finally settled in.

She's getting married? I didn't know what I was feeling. Am I surprised....shocked? No, why would i be- Amber is the perfect girl, anyone would want to spend the rest of their life with her. Am I sad? Yes, of course you fucking are. The girl of my dreams is getting married to another person, anyone would be sad. I should be happy for her. I should be happy that she finally found someone worthy of making her smile everyday. Someone worthy of making her love him. But I'm not. 

"Oh." I replied, catching him off with my simple reply. He scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. 

"Are you o-"

"Fine. Do you still have my number?"

"Yes but-

"Good. Text me the details and shit and I'll see if I can make it." I say rapidly, standing up to get my coat from my chair. Before he could have a chance to question me about my sudden change of demeanor, I left the cafe. 

I stopped in front of my car and stared at my reflection in the car window for a few moments. I saw the bags under my eyes that was hidden away in my pale face. I ran my fingers through my messy brown hair, letting out a pained sigh. I pushed my thoughts about Amber and her soon to be husband to the back of my mind. The last thing I need right now is to end up in hospital from a car crash. 

I got in my car and slowly drove my way back to my house, not bothering to switch on the radio. I reached there after about ten minutes. I got out and locked my car, whilst fumbling for my house keys in my pocket. I checked all my pockets, getting frustrated quite quickly. 

"Fuck!" I shouted, losing my temper. I finally found them hiding in my back pocket. I took them out and opened the door. As I put my keys back in my pocket, I felt a small piece of paper brush my fingers. I felt it up before bringing it out, before realizing that it was a photo. Staring back at me was Amber. I smiled weakly remembering the exact day I took it. Amber was busy feeding the neighbour's dog since apparently the owners were neglecting it; or so she thought. The dog would jump over our fence and into our garden everyday, asking for food. The dog and Amber soon built up a very strong connection. I once saw the dog jump on top of her and start to lick her face. I couldn't help but to capture that moment. I remember how I teased Amber that day, saying how the dog and I think alike. 

I licked my lips and let out another deep sigh. I placed the photo carefully on the mantelpiece and put a heavy object on top of it so that it wouldn't escape like how Amber did. I walked upstairs to my bedroom, not bothering to turn the lights on. I took my clothes off of me, leaving me in my boxers. Too tired to think about her, I began to drift of to sleep. 


So... I'm on holiday right now so I apologize if the chapters are really rushed/late. Not that they are ever on time but aha 

Also- I've been wondering:

How many of you are Larry shippers? And if you are- do you ship them as a bromance or romance? 

I ship them as a romance <3- just sayin

sorry that was random

I think that's pretty much it but yeah enjoy your summer holiday (while it lasts lol)


-Neha :)

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