My Brother's Best Friend | One Direction (13+)

The name's Amber. Amber Tomlinson. Yes, I'm the sister of Louis Tomlinson, the biggest player in school. That's about all I'm known for, and all I'm seen as. Although I'm attractive, I've never had a boyfriend. Wanna know why? Because Louis tells all of the guys to stay away from me, even his best mate, Harry. Louis says I'm "too nice" for my own good. And Harry . . . well, Harry's even worse. He's the most arrogant, egotistical player I've ever met. And he flirts with me constantly! I could kill him sometimes.


11. Whose Eyes Are Those?

A/N: HI YOU GUYS!!! Merry Christmas! It's me, Emma. Yeah, i thought i might refresh your memory since it's been what, a month since I last updated? God, i've been so busy. I apologize. Finals suck! anyway, I thought you guys might like one last Christmas gift.. a new chapter of My Brother's Best Friend! I think you'll really like this one... ;D



My first day was going much better once lunch rolled around, much to my surprise. Aside from the little episode Harry had in Astronomy, or more accurately, the fact that he existed, everything was going pretty well. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and more importantly, in Principal Jenkins' eyes I was off the hook. 

Unfortunately, I still had detention after school today that I was not by any means looking forward to, but for the most part I left the dreaded principal's office unscathed. I explained to her that I was nothing more than an innocent bystander of Styles' foolish antics, and since I was a good student, she believed me and let me go within the five minutes that I had stepped into her office. As I left, Harry locked eyes with me, and I shot him a smug smile before patting him on the shoulder.

"Good luck," I whispered. "You're going to need it." 

He just smirked and rolled his eyes. As usual, I could feel that perverted gaze roam all over me as I walked away. It left me with this tingling feeling inside, and although I tried to ignore it, it was obvious that it wasn't going to go away. I swallowed hard, knowing I couldn't deny it much longer.

Much as I suspected, they didn't let off Harry easily. He got an hour-long lecture, a note sent home, and two days of detention on top of the one he had with me today. I almost felt a bit sorry for him, but then I remembered who I was thinking about. Styles. He obviously didn't give a shit.

I was surprised that I had a lot of classes with my friends this year. The bell was about to ring for lunch and already both Pietra and Louis had been in my Geometry class, as well as (sigh) you-know-who. In fourth period, the period before lunch, Niall was in English with me as well as Ariana, Liz, and Zayn. Apparently Harry was supposed to be in that class, but he never showed. Probably making out with some slut pressed against the back wall of the school building, or simply skipping for a smoke behind the cafeteria. Whatever the reason, his absence made me angry, and I couldn't figure out why.

Practically all period Niall was squirming in his seat beside me, anxious for lunch. I laughed at the expression on his face. 

"I'm hungry," he whined like a little kid. "I'm going to die."

I rolled my eyes. "Niall, we have five minutes until the lunch bell. You're not going to die."

Niall looked appalled. "Amber! It's a matter of life and death!" he joked, his mouth dropping open in shock. A giggle escaped my lips.

"You're full of it, Niall." I shook my head in mock disgust.

Niall gasped and flipped me off with both hands, sticking out his tongue at me, and I whacked him on the head playfully. He whimpered like a dog, and buried his head in his arms. A second later his grinning face popped back up again.


"Very funny." I said sarcastically. 

"Your face is very funny."

"That doesn't even make sense," I hissed.

"Amber? Niall? Do you have something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?" the teacher, a young woman in her late twenties, asked as she glared at the two of us from the board. I tensed and straightened up in my seat, shaking my head; I sure as hell wouldn't be getting in trouble for the second time today. 

"Nope," Niall said, popping the p as he leaned back in his chair. He exchanged glances with Zayn from across the room, and they laughed about who knows what in their stupid little boy language. I glanced over at him; at least he hadn't been as disrespectful as Styles. For that, I was grateful.

The teacher turned back to the board, continuing to teach, obviously satisfied that no further antics were going to occur.

I closed my eyes, rubbing my temples before lifting my pencil and writing the notes that were written on the board. My mind wandered as I did so. In a way, I was glad Harry wasn't here. But this classroom would have been way more interesting with him in it... in both bad ways and good.

After a while, the teacher stopped what she was doing and looked up at the clock. "Fifteen minutes until lunch and no sign of Harry," she said disapprovingly, mimicking my thoughts exactly, but not in the same way. "Has anybody seen him?" 

"I-" I began.

And in that moment he sauntered in, giving speak of the devil a whole new meaning. His eyes were sparkling and his hair seemed a bit more tousled than usual and I couldn't help but wonder the cause of that. Had yet another girl been running her hands through it? I felt a stab of something I couldn't place, and nearly barfed when I realized what it was.

Was I... jealous?

This was officially crazy. 

"Well, well, well," the teacher said sarcastically. "So happy you decided to show, Mr. Styles." 

"That makes two of us," Harry replied, staring right into her eyes. I couldn't help but wonder what exactly he meant by that. Slowly, his gaze roamed around the room. When his eyes met mine, an unexpected blush rose in my cheeks and I looked down at my desk. I could feel his gaze lingering and it left a shiver running down my spine.

I decided not to question the feelings he was continually giving me, since they showed no sign of stopping, and tried to more or less accept it. But it was easier said then done. I couldn't help but wonder what exactly they were, and why they were here. The questions kept running circles in my head. I doodled something on my notebook to distract myself.

"There's an empty seat next to Amber, why don't you pop a squat there," the teacher instructed. 

"Why, I'd be happy to 'pop a squat' next to my very best friend," Harry said, laughing.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not your best friend."

He slid into the seat next to me, feigning a damaged expression. "That hurts, Dots, especially since all we've been through together," he said.

I smirked, adding on to my doodle.

"Oh well, it's obvious you just can't deny your true feelings for me." He stretched out his arms, and his muscles tightened from underneath his shirt. I tried my hardest not to stare, but it was impossible. The bottom of his shirt lifted up to reveal that tattoo I had seen earlier at the movies, not to mention the beginning of his toned lower body. Like last time, I didn't have time to see what it read. He caught me staring once again and shook his head.

"See? You can't stop staring at me. It's obvious."

"Can we not?" I asked.

"Can we not what? Pretend you don't have the hots for me? Because I think that's a very good idea."

"I don't have the hots for you," I lied. 

"Okay, Dots. Okay." His voice took on the tone of a mother when their kid insists that their imaginary friend is real.

"Why weren't you here anyway?" I asked.

His expression changed immediately. He bit the corner of his lips, and he had a faraway look in his eyes as if he was contemplating whether or not he wanted to tell me. 

"Places," he said finally.

"Oh, that's really specific."

"No, I'm just joking. I had some stuff to take care of."

"And by 'stuff' you mean you had to skip class?"

"Precisely." He grinned.

"You're impossible, you know that?"

"Impossibly gorgeous."

"Okay, Mr. Ego. I think that'll be my new nickname for you." 

"Oh, so you have a nickname for me now?" He waggled his eyebrows.

I ducked my head so he wouldn't see my blush. "Well, yeah. I call you Styles, but that's a bit outdated, don't you think? Mr. Ego is like... well... it perfectly describes you. I would call you asshole, since that describes you even more, but I already call you that in my head practically every time you speak, so...," 

"Funny. What are you drawing?" He leaned over until his shoulder was pressed against mine and I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, which made me stiffen. His breath smelled like mint and cigarettes. I inched a little further away as he reached for my notebook and stared at it.

"Hearts," he said with a smirk. "And eyes." 

Confused, I leaned over his shoulder to see what he was talking about. Sure enough, there it was. I had doodled two hearts on the page, and a beautiful pair of eyes. I shrugged and leaned back in my seat. 

"Who are those hearts for?" he asked. His voice sounded amused and all too knowing. A blush rose in my cheeks. 

"Harry, you're full of it. People draw hearts all the time. It doesn't mean that they're for any specific person."

"I never said that." he mumbled, his lips turning up at one corner. I watched as he traced his thumb over the paper, removing some eraser scraps. He licked his lips as he did so, and my heart sped up at that single action. I didn't even bother to wonder what was wrong with me by this point. I already knew.

He looked up, noticing me staring for like the thousandth time, and smiled. Not a smirk, but an actual smile. It was a rare, beautiful thing, and I always tried to treasure it.

"Do you even notice what you're doing when you're drawing these?" he asked.

"Not really," I mumbled, staring at my hands.

"And whose eyes are those?" His voice was expressionless.

I didn't answer. Immediately my gaze flickered from the notebook to his piercing green orbs. The flecks of brown and yellow seemed to sparkle in the classroom ceiling light, and the lashes framing them were dark and longer than ever. I don't know how long I stared until I realized that by doing that, I was giving him the answer. Immediately I dropped my gaze.

"Hmm," was all he said. "I thought so." 

I was speechless. I turned my gaze back to the teacher, swallowing hard. A few minutes later, the bell rang.

Styles immediately sprung out of his chair and dashed for the door. "See ya, Dots," was all he said. My eyes widened and I slowly gathered my books, in a bit of a daze.

"You okay, Amber?" Niall asked, concern written in his blue eyes. He laid a hand on my shoulder, but I shook it off.

"I'm fine," I managed, flashing a smile in his direction. 

"You sure?" he asked as I got up from my chair.

I gazed in the direction in which Styles had just dramatically stormed out.

"I don't know," I said finally. "I really don't know."



"So Ariana says that she and Liz saw you and Harry getting cozy in English," Pietra said in the lunch line. She surveyed the mediocre food choices with heavily mascaraed eyes, sighed, and finally decided on a salad, placing it on her slightly wet tray. I tensed at her words as the line inched forward.

"I don't know what Ari and Liz were seeing, but that's definitely not what was going on with me and Styles," I said somewhat defensively. We were nearing the main course and I eyed the cups of yellow glop slightly resembling mac and cheese, reaching for one but deciding against it. I grabbed some fries instead.

"Please. You have your own nickname for the guy. That only happens in fanfictions and cheesy Wattpad novels. There must be something going on with you two."

"Cheesy Wattpad novels?" I asked, unable to hide my laughter. A sheepish smile spread across Pietra's face and she couldn't help but laugh too.

"Hey, they're my guilty pleasure. What can I say?" she giggled, running a few hands through her bleached blonde hair.

"You're so full of it," I shook my head, amused. We giggled a bit more, and the hair-netted lunch lady glared at us as she handed me a slice of apple pie.

"Thank you for your service," I said to her, sarcasm dripping off my words. Pietra howled with laughter, and seconds later I was, too. We were almost doubled over, wiping tears from our eyes as we ignored the weirded-out glances from our peers. I loved how weird I could be with Pietra; I could laugh about anything with her. 

When we were finished with our laughing fit, though, Pietra got right back down to business, unknowingly reminding me of the thing I hated about her most: she never backed down when she knew I was hiding something. It was one of the many irritating qualities about her.

"Ariana also said he was pressed up against your shoulder and you kept staring at him. And you were looking into each other's eyes."

My stomach flopped. I grabbed a Coca-Cola and slammed it on my tray with a little bit more force than necessary. "Man, what's up with Ariana? She's quite the gossip, isn't she?'

"Oh, please. Don't try to pin this on her. It's so obvious, Amber. Practically everyone knows you have a crush on -" 

"Hello, ladies," Louis quipped, stepping in between us. "How's my lovely sister doing? And Pietra?" 

I stiffened, wondering if he'd just heard our conversation. Fortunately, he showed no signs that he had. He grabbed a handful of my fries, causing me to slap his hand away.

"Bro!" I hollered. "Hands off the fries! Go get your own."

"And aren't you cutting?" Pietra asked, batting her eyelashes, obviously trying to flirt with him. Again. 

He shrugged. "I own this school," he said to himself. I rolled my eyes while Pietra sighed dreamily. 

"What do you want, Lou?" I asked.

"What were you saying to my sister, Pietra?" Louis asked, turning to Pietra, seemingly ignoring me. "Something about Amber having a crush?"

My eyes widened and Pietra and I exchanged wary glances.

"Um... well... Amber meant to tell you...," Pietra stammered.

My jaw dropped open and my stomach dropped to my shoes.. What the hell was Pietra doing?! "What?! No I didn't!" I hissed.

Louis' eyes grew hard and his jaw clenched. "All right, who is he?" he demanded.  

"Uh...," Pietra squeaked, and I could tell it was on the tip of her tongue.

Don't say Harry, don't say Harry. DON'T. SAY. HARRY.

"Channing Tatum!" I blurted out, my face beet red. Louis turned to me, an unreadable expression on his face. "That's right, he's my man," I said, getting my acting shoes on. "What can I say? Those abs are just delicious. He's my guilty pleasure." 

Louis' expression changed from confusion to amusement. He laughed, shaking his head. "I'm straight, and I have to say he's pretty cute," he admitted.

"You sure about that?" I teased. 

"Nah. Hazza's my secret lover," Louis joked. He squeezed both of our shoulders, a big grin on his face. I could tell he was relieved for some reason that I didn't actually have a crush, which was pretty stupid when you thought about it. "I'm off. I'll meet you and the rest of the mates at the usual table, okay?"

"Okay," Pietra giggled, twirling her hair with her finger.

"Sounds good," I chirped. We both watched him as he walked away. 

With a sigh of relief, I turned back to the line and mimed wiping my brow. "That was close. Thanks for almost blowing it for me." I hissed.

Pietra ignored that last comment. "Did I ever tell you that your brother has a really, really cute butt?" she asked.

Good God. I sighed as I paid for my food, balancing my tray on my hip as the cashier handed me the change. Pietra did the same, and then we were off to our usual spot, the table near the window.

As usual, the table was already almost full, its inhabitants including Louis, Niall, Ariana, Liz, Perrie, and Zayn. Harry was nowhere to be seen, I realized, with a surprisingly heavy heart. I tried to put him out of my mind as I sat down.

"What's up, guys?" I asked. A bunch of "not-much's" and "cools" ran through the group.

"Finally," Niall muttered, flashing me a half-smile. I was just about to start eating when I noticed there was no seats left, meaning someone was making up for Harry's absence. It took me a while to see who the lad sitting next to Niall was. When everything adjusted, I let out a squeal. 

"Liam!" I cried.

"Hey," he smiled, giving me a sheepish half-wave.

"Louis isn't so happy about his presence," Zayn commented, cocking his head in my brother's direction.

"No, I'm not," Louis growled, sending Liam death glares with his eyes. 

"How are you?!" I asked, ignoring Louis and his threatening ways. "Don't mind him, he's just-"

"Yeah, I know," Liam said with a chuckle. "I'm good, yourself?"

"Doing okay." My phone started to ring in my lap, emitting the sound of Carly Rae Jepsen's "Call Me Maybe" which was my ringtone. I secretly loved that song, but could be a bit embarrassing, especially in public. 

Everyone started to laugh, even Liam. I glared at all of them. "Hey, do not diss the ringtone," I joked, causing everyone to laugh more. In my head, I thanked the stars above that Harry Styles was not here to hear this.

"Excuse me for a minute, guys," I said, stepping away from the table. I checked the screen, and my heart nearly stopped. Was I imagining it, or was the screen lit up with Harry Styles' name? 

 "Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Meet me in the courtyard now," he said. 


"Courtyard, now."

"Um, no. I'm eating." What the hell? What was up with him being so demanding? "What do you want?" 

He sighed. I waited, biting my lip. 

"To talk," he said finally.

"Does it have to be right now?" I asked, looking back at my group of friends. Was it just me, or was Louis eyeing me suspiciously?


I turned away and sighed. I knew my decision right away, and I hated myself for making it. "Okay. I'll be right there." 

I hit END CALL and turned back to the table.

"Who was it?" Louis wanted to know. I avoided his gaze as I gathered my things, picking up my tray and rising from my seat. 

"Uh, this girl from my Spanish class," I lied. "We have a project we need to work on together today, and lunch is the only time she could do it."

Louis nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. I couldn't tell if he believed me or not. I glanced at Pietra, who had a knowing smirk on her face as she nonchalantly squeezed a ranch packet on her salad. I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder.

"Aww, you're leaving?" Niall whined.

I grimaced. "I guess I'll have to. I'll try to be back by the end of lunch." With that, I turned my back on my group of friends. I could feel Louis' gaze on me, knowing he was getting suspicious. I tried to put that out of my mind.

The courtyard was near the cafeteria, so I didn't need to walk far. I turned a corner and opened the doors of it, looking around for Harry. He was nowhere in sight. Aside from plants, a maple tree, some stone tables, and a statue of our school mascot, the courtyard was empty. I sighed and put my hands on my hips.

"Harry?" I called.

Had Styles stood me up? Was this supposed to be some kind of game? 

After a few more seconds, I let out a groan. I should have known he'd try to do something like this. "Asshole," I muttered before turning towards the door.

It was then that a strong hand took hold of my arm and spun me around gracefully until I was knocked up against the brick walls of the building. I could tell just by the smell of him who it was, but I wanted to see for myself.

 My heart slamming against my chest, I waited for my vision to refocus. Standing before me  was my brother's best friend, Harry Styles. 

He was breathing hard and his cheeks were flushed, his eyes sparkling in contrast against his dark curls. His breath blew across my face and I could hear his heart beating just as loudly as mine. 

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," I managed to reply.

"I couldn't take it anymore," he said. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time." 

And with that, he crashed his lips to mine.

Oh my fucking God.

I was kissing my man whore of a brother's best friend.



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