step brothers

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Harry pov

The modeling agency said that both of us were a natural in modeling and I was so happy about it because I've
been getting compliments instantly and I haven't even really done any professional modeling yet.

"Are you guys sure that you're alright by yourselves?" Mom said concerned as she stood by the patio, waiting for us to go. I dumped my duffel bag inside the trunk and slammed it closed.

"Yes anne," zayn assured my mom and slid his aviator glasses down his view. He smirked at me and I frowned at him. God I really hope I can read his mind or see his eyes to muster his expression.

"Well you kids have fun, I'll let yaser know and he'll be so proud of you," She hugged me one last time and let
me go when zayn started the Mercedez Benz AMG, which was my 16th birthday present from my mommy.

"Oh, and don't have too much fun with the male models alright," Mom warned me and I looked at her weird. I'm starting to think that my mom thinks I'm a slut, and by the way I'm not like her, she had me when she was 17.

"Okay..." I popped the door open and slid inside the car.

"Wow, does anne know that I'm that male model?"

Zayn teased and I slapped his forearm. What a stupid idiot.

"Shut up!" He can be so irritating sometimes, well most of the time and I'm starting to get the hang of it.

"That's weird! You might be forgetting that you're my step brother
remember?"

"Were supposed to be best friends remember?" He said for a come back. Right... My genius mom helped both of
us get this job by not telling them that were related.

"Whatever dumb ass!" I muttered under my breath and looked out the window.

"I ain't a dumbass baby," He stated, defending himself. Psh! Uh yeah you are!  I kept my mouth shut and didn't
say anything back.

After a few minutes, "So... No parents..." He trailed off and my head snapped to look at him.

"Excuse me?" My brows shot up sky high and I know what he's thinking about.

"No parents around... Just us for tonight," zayn grinned deeply at me and I masked on a horrified expression. HELL NO!

"Uh no! Fuck you!" I scooted farther on my seat, away from him because he's kinda scaring me. Freaking
creeper who doesn't know manners.

"See! You're telling me that you will fuck me," He held my words against me. What an asshole! I rolled my eyes
dramatically and crossed my legs together.

"It's an expression, thank you very much," I can't win an argument with this dude so I better just shut up.

"You're too cute harry," What the hell? Cute? What, I'm a puppy now? I frowned at him and he just chuckled. I feel like jumping out the window just to get away from him.

"I'm not!" I whined. I am cute but I don't want him complementing me, it sounds to sincere coming from him. Ugh!

"Yeah you are! I will do things to you that you will never forget..." I'm feeling hella awkward now because zayn is just saying sexual things that is making me uncomfortable.

"Can you stop!? You're making me feel awkward," It is already awkward.

"Oh I am? Well you might just give in if I push you harder," He smirked at me and I wanted to slap him. I pulled my hood over my head, groaning and just curled up into a ball. I don't want to talk to him. This will be a long drive...

We were in the road for more than 5 hours now and my ass feels numb, we haven't had any breaks and I'm hungry too but I just want to get to the studio and get this over with so I can rest afterwards.