step brothers

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Harry pov

I trottled downstairs to have breakfast and first thing I see is a shirtless zayn lounging on the couch as he play
some violent video games on the flat screen TV. I admit, he does have a nice body but that doesn't change the fact
that he's a douche bag. I rolled my eyes and pretended he was never there but he seemed to notice me everytime l'm around.

"Hey harry!" Zayn flashed his shining teeth and grinned at me. I wanna smash his perfect teeth into
pieces. You don't know how much I dislike this dude. Not responding, I continued towards the kitchen.

The shooting sound stopped and I heard footsteps behind my own. I took in a deep breath and prepared to lash out at him.

"What do you want!" I turn around and almost bumped onto him, he quirk his brow and looked at me confused for a moment, my brows puckered as I scowl at my ass of a step brother.

"You're talking to me?" He pointed to himself and glanced back to see if anyone was there. Again, my eyes rolled,this time dramatically.

"No Stupid! I'm talking to the air behind you! Yes I'm talking to you!" Sarcasm flowed out my mouth and he
smiled. I'm trying God! I'm so sorry he's stupid!

"Oh, calm down babe-" My eyes opened widely when he called me that.

"Don't. Call. Me. That." I sneered and punched him in the guts which was a mistake because his abs were like steel and my knuckles hurt a bit while it didn't have any effect on him. I gritted my teeth to gnaw the pain and glared at zayn.

"Aw, you got a boo boo baby? You want me to give you a magic kiss?" He offered in a sweet tone as he grab my
hand, almost pressing my knuckles onto his lips but I anatched it away immediately.

"Fuck off zayn!" I shouted. He pouted jokingly and placed a hand on his chest as if what I said hurt him.
Oh please! You don't get hurt! You don't have a heart! I turned away and I heard him chuckle, now I remember
how nice Lucas's chuckle sounded like and here is zayn who laughs like a retarded monkey. Exageration! He
actually have a nice chuckle but I prefer Lucas's more.

Mom and yaser are already on the dining table having breakfast. Mom placed down her news paper on the table and gave me a calculating look, zayn followed behind me and slung an arm over my neck, I pushed him off and stomped on his foot. It was childish, I know...

"Harry, do you need me to teach you about language?" My smart mom said.

"Yes harry," zayn leaned near my ear and whispered In agreement that sent chills down my spine.

"No," I glared at my step brother and sat on the stool.

Lucy served me a plate of pancakes and I started on my breakfast. Yaser never joined in our conversation and
remained silent across from my mom as he ate in peace. I'm not blaming him.

"So kids, were going to the beach this afternoon," Mom reminded us. Oh god, the beach.

"What? Why? I have to... go somewhere..." It's obvious I'm lying but I don't wanna go to the beach with them. With my friends, yeah, but my family. No.

"Then you have to postpone, were leaving for Paris next week so yaser and I thought that we should bond," I
looked at yaser but he just gave me a shrug. Mom, on the other hand was giddy about it. "C'mon harry, it'll be
fun!" She added. I picked up my plate and dragged it towards the table, leaving zayn alone by the island.

"Remember harry, we'll leave at around noon." My mom said again. It's getting in my nerves because I'm obviously not retarded that I can't remember the schedule for today.
Gosh!