step brothers

8

Harry pov

The sun was streaking and I lay myself down on the beach chair beside the pool in my backyard. Time to relax because for the past days since my parents came back from vacation zayn went back to being an asshole.

I just lied there trying to get a good tan till someone blocked the sun, hovering above me. That brought back the nightmare I had the day zayn came to my house and I jumped up in panic.

"Great," I muttered when I saw his face inches away from mine, slumping back down and pretending he's not there. Oh and did I mention that he had been ignoring me since
my parents came back? Yeah, he was being such a jerk.

"Hey babe," zayn scooted my leg over so he can sit himself down.

"Fuck off zayn," I sneered. He has the worst mood swings ever, one second he's hot then the second, he's cold like make up your fucking mind. Zayn skimmed a finger down my legs and I kicked it off. How dare he touch me?

"Why being so crabby?" Now he just moved my entire body over so he can lay down right beside me. Dammit
man! For the week mom and yaser were in vacation, I was so close on trusting and almost having a soft spot
for him but he ruined it.

"Can you move away?" I tried pushing him off but he won't budge. "I swear if mom or yaser sees us they'll think were doing something," That was meant to be a threat to him but he didn't take it as a threat.

"I don't care, were not doing anything though, except if you want to," zayn smirked at me, "Besides they're not
here, they left ten minutes ago," Meaning I'm stuck with this prick again.

"Leave me alone," Why is he so stubborn though? He squirmed a little and made himself comfortable,
stretching an arm behind his head, his torso was bare and he was wearing swimming shorts, at least he was wearing something.

We were cramped up in the beach chair nonetheless, it was big enough to fit both of us. I sat up but zayn
pulled me back down by my shoulder.

"Harry?" He said my name calmly.

"What!" I spat in irritation. I couldn't believe I fell for his innocent acts and shit for the past week. Ugh! I'm too
gullible!

"Remember... The kiss?" There was a smirk behind his voice, I just sat there and stiffened.

"I thought we will never bring it up ever and forget about it?" I was freaking out in the inside because I thought he forgot about it, it's been a week, he should've deleted it off his memory.

"Psh, I can never forget about it," He scoffed and my heart started pounding against my ribs. I felt his hands graze my bare stomach.

"Babe," zayn leaned close to my ear, almost brushing his lips on my jaw, I slapped his hands off me and stood
up. I felt butterflies with his touch and I hated it.

"Dammit! I told you to fuck off!" I started to stroll away when he grabbed my waist the same time he jumped in the pool. God damn! Our pool was 10 feet deep and we
sunk all the way down. He still wasn't letting go off me and I think I was drowning, struggling to break free off his grasp.

Zayn twirled me around under water and next thing I know, he was kissing me as his lips was pressed on mine.
Freaking hell! What is he doing? We were making out under water! He kissed me fiercely and my chest was
beating so fast, I think I'm gonna have a heart attack, his arms were holding my waist tightly. For a second, I forgot
about breathing, everything.

I snapped out of my fantasy, shoving him off me and I swam up the surface, gasping for air. Did I just really kissed him again? No! he kissed me again! Stupid! He rose above the surface and shook his head to get rid of the excess water dripping off his hair, he actually looked hot. I was breathing hard, squeezing my eyes shut, it was
like I just ran a marathon.