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 that her Step Sister, Amber is bringing home a big surprise for the family. And it's not one Scarlett is going to like...


17. Please stay


Scarlett's POV.

I hadn't spoken to Harry for a few days. Not that I was completely moping about it, like a total idiot. Because...I wasn't... Of course.

I had just decided to make a couple of new friends. Their names were Ben...and Jerry. And the best thing was, they never spoke back. I also made some spectacular friends called Tee and Vee. They were truly great friends.

I hadn't spoken to Liam in a few days either, they had caught Riley and I didn't need Liam following my every move anymore. But I still decided to stay in my apartment.

I wasn't planning on seeing Riley either. I was in no mood to see him. He was dead to me. And in jail, where he couldn't hurt me or anybody else.

I was sitting there one night when my phone rang, I groaned as I was interrupted in my Pretty Little Liars marathon and picked it up.

"Hello?" I snapped impatiently. It was just getting to the good part.

I heard loud laughing and cheering from the other line as I waited for a response, "Hello?" I repeated.

"Scar! Thank god you picked up. We got a situation here." I heard Liam breathe out.

I sighed loudly as I plopped a dollop of ice cream into my mouth, "What sort of situation?" I mumbled.

"A Harry situation." he huffed.

"A hairy situation? Liam, I don't think I c-" I nearly choked on my ice cream.

"No, no! A Harry situation." he exclaimed embarrassed.

Ahhh, that makes more sense.

"Hmm. Okay. What sort?" I asked, trying to seem uninterested. But really, I was super interested.

"He's trashed, Scar. And he say's he won't go home till he speaks to his... Scar Bar." I could practically feel Liam rolling his eyes.

Scar Bar? What sort of nickname was that?

"Call Amber." I suggested, I felt like an idiot after I said that. But, I couldn't take it back.

I heard Liam growl in frustration, "Harry, stop kissing the table!"

I just giggled down the phone.

"It's not funny." He moaned.

"Oh yes it is, anyway what about Amber?" I asked again.

"Hen night." he sighed.

I fake gasped, "And she didn't invite me? How dare she!"

"The trauma you must be going through." Liam said sarcastically, "You're gonna have to come down here, Scar." Liam breathed out.

"But I'm watching the Pretty Little Liars marathon!" I whined pathetically.

"Not my fault, please Scar Barr...for me?" he pleaded.

I could see the puppy dog eyes, through the phone.

"Fine, but don't you ever, call me Scar Bar again." I warned.

He laughed, "Deal."


When I got to the club, it was packed. Bodies were everywhere, the smell of sweat invaded my nostrils and my eardrums felt like they were going to burst.

I soon spotted Liam sat next to Harry whilst Harry continued to make love to the table. I couldn't help but laugh. When Liam said trashed, he meant trashed.

I walked over to the table and relief showed on Liam's face, "Thank god."

Liam began to walk away as I made my way over to Harry, "Where are you going?" I demanded.

"I gotta keep the rest of the boys occupied. And convince them, when he said Scar Bar, he didn't mean you." he apologized with his face.

I just waved him off and paid attention to Harry, "Harry...?" 

His head shot up, "Scar Bar!" 

I just rolled my eyes, "No, Scarlett." 

He crinkled his nose.

I just gave up, "Come on, we're going home." I sighed as I put his arm over my shoulder.

I managed to maneuver him into the car, but only just. He looked like he was going to pass out.

"Okay we're driving you home." I explained slowly to him.

He shook his head, "No...with you."

I just stared at him, "Amber wouldn't like that, Harry."

He shrugged, "I wanna go with you."

"You can't." I warned.

He looked at me with those big green eyes, and right then all I wanted to do was kiss him. But I didn't. He was drunk and confused. And engaged, I reminded myself.

"Please, Scar..." he pleaded.

I groaned as I hit the gas, "You're sleeping on the coach."


When we reached back to my apartment, Harry decided he didn't want to sleep on the coach. He wanted to sleep in my bed. Great, I thought. Just great.

He started to unbuckle his shoes and jeans as I looked away.

"You've seen it before..." Harry slurred.

I had but that was besides the point.

"Are you under the covers?" I asked.

"Yup." he responded.

I turned towards him, and luckily he was, "Goodnight, Harry."

"Stay with me?" he pleaded.

"Harry..." I started.

"Please." he mumbled.

I just shook my head, "Whatever, but only for a while."

What this boy did to me...

I climbed in beside him, careful not to get too close.

We just stared at each other for a while before Harry spoke up, "I'm not that drunk, y'know."

I just glared at him, "Why were you acting like it then?"

He thought for a moment before he spoke, "I wanted to see you."

I closed my eyes, "Harry this is wrong."

"I know." he whispered as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

I know it sounded bad, but I had been wanting him to do that from the minute I saw him unpacking those suitcases.

"Scar...would you have stayed if I had told people about us?" Harry asked as he looked into my eyes.

I thought about it for a moment, "Probably." I nodded.

He closed his eyes and groaned, "I fucked up big time."

I shook my head, "No you didn't. You're a celebrity now, and you're marrying a supermodel for crying out loud, isn't that every guys fantasy?"

He just smiled sadly, "But, I don't want Amber, I want you."

That just made me angry. Why was he marrying her then? He still hadn't answered, and it was driving me crazy.

"Well you chose Harry. That's what you've got. You have Amber." I snapped.

He closed his eyes, "I know you're pissed, but please stay."

I stared down at his beautiful face, those carved cheekbones and perfectly shaped lips as I bit my lip. I could never say no to Harry right now, "Okay." I whispered. And that's where I stayed, until I fell asleep.



Okay, I had wirter's block yesterday, so that was why there was no update! Hope you like though! xo

Oh and in case any of you like Fantasy/Paranormal/Horror...I entered The Coldest Girl in Coldtown contest and I entered it with a movella called, "There was hope."

So if you like that sort of stuff, please go check it out! 

-Will update tomorrow!

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