step brothers

9

Harry pov

"Harry, wake up! It's noon," Mom spread my sheer curtains open causing the sun rays to burn up my skin.

"Mom! Can you like leave?!" I pulled my blanket above my head and groaned.

"Sweetie, what did you guys do last night? His corvette was here till past midnight," I get that my mom is
concerned about us being active but it's getting on my nerves.

"Nothing!" I said muffled. Honestly! It's not like I'm gonna have sex in this house where people are looming around every second.

"Harry do I have to explain a few things about-" She started but I cut her off.

"Mom. Stop. We didn't do it okay," I sat up on my bed, staring at her with a bored expression.

Since she saw Lucas the other day, she hasn't stopped giving me advice and cautions about safe sex. See what you guys don't know is that I am one of the few guys who can get pregnant, even though the odds are lower compared to female pregnancy, some men can give birth and I am one of them. Mom and kris are the only one who knows that's why she's been pestering me.

My head was going to explode soon if she say another thing about it and I'm not dumb to not know things like that, we talked about it through out high school. She's treating me like a child, seriously.

"Okay, alright, no need to give me attitude," I breathed out sharply and tossed the blanket over. I ignored my mom's remark and walked over to the bathroom.

"Breakfast downstairs," She shouted before I heard the door close, rolling my eyes. I'm annoyed. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, changing my pyjamas to a black short shorts and baseball tee. This day will be over before I know it.

Zayn and I haven't talked about 'The make out underwater' yet and we acted like it never happened with
our parents around. He made loads of eye contacts with me and every time I look at him, he's looking at me,
grinning or smirking or licking his lips or whatever zayn do.

So far, mom or yaser haven't suspected a thing. I made my way down the kitchen but no one was there. Mom lied to me, another reason to be mad at her. "Where's everyone?" I asked Lucy as she flipped a crepe off the pan.

"They're outside sir," I smiled at her politely. I hated how she called me 'sir' because Lucy is older than me and it's not right for her to call me that. I'm not like royalty or anything.

"Lucy, just call me harry," She has been our cook since mom married yaser and I kept telling her to call me just harry but that never happened.

"Yes sir," See what I mean? I told her a million times and she still calls me "sir". I pretended not to hear and just head towards the door.

I heard multiple voices and laughter as soon as I opened the sliding door of our backyard and I gave Lucy a
confused look, she gave me a shrug and just continued on what she's doing, mom immediately caught my gaze and nudged her head for me to come over.

My eyes moved towards zayn who was sitting in the corner looking bored, his headphones was placed on his ears and he was tuning them out. It was clearly a boring discussion for us teenagers.

"Cynthia, Greg, I want you to meet my son," Mom stood up and motioned her hands, I dragged both my feet towards the bench they're sitting on and mom pulled my arm close to her. "This is harry,"

A lady with crop blonde hair stretched out her hand for me to shake and I grasped it firmly. She gripped it tightly, almost crushing my bones and my eyes widen. I just
smiled at the guy named Greg and he gave me a curt nod.

"Anne, is he a model?" The lady named Cynthia asked my mom. Wow, I was flattered when she asked if I was a model, lots of people ask me if I was one though and I'm kinda hoping to be one in the future.