step brothers

17

Harry

I had a bad headache this morning and it killed my brain cells. When I woke up, I wasn't wearing the clothes I wore yesterday, instead I had one of zayn's shirt on.

"Ugh!" I groaned like a zombie. I tried sitting up but ended flopping back down on the pillow.

"Does your head hurt babe?" Zayn asked as he caressed my cheek smoothly. I made a noise as reply. The bed bounced slightly and I heard him zipped open a bag. I feel like I'm dying!

"Zayn! I'm dying! Tell everyone I love them," Yes, I was being dramatic! But I seriously feel like I"m gonna pass
out any moment now.

"Best actor goes to harry styles," He teased and sat back down beside me, handing me a pill and a bottle of
water. I gulped it down and squeezed my eyes shut.

"What happened last night?" I asked. I had no clue on to what happened. It's like it got burned off my memory. Last
thing I remember is when we ate our pizzas last night.

"Nothing, it wasn't fun at all," zayn sighed out and lied his head on my lap. Then I remembered he changed my clothes off.

"Really? Stripping me off my clothes wasn't fun?" I looked down at him and he beamed at me widely, I thought so.

"Course it was," At least my panties was still on.

"What else happened when I was knocked down?"

"We had sex last night and it was awesome," zayn teased me. I shoved his head off my lap and stood up on
my feet which I regret because the pain is just too much.

"Are you alright babe?" I swerved on my way to the bathroom.

Gah! My head! I wanna smack it to the wall. I leaned on the counter top and waited till the pain killer kick in my
veins.

"Harry?" Zayn shook me off slightly and I opened my eyes blood shot.

"What time is it?" I asked, pressing the heels of my palm on my forehead. God my head is killing me!

"Eight forty," He wrapped his arms around my hips and lifted me up, letting me sit on the counter top.

"When do you have to be in Hugo Boss?" I asked.

"Noon, but if I have to stay here with you, I will." I leaned my body against zayn and he hugged me tight.

"No, I can handle myself," I pulled back and looked at him straight in the eyes to assure him. He ran his hands on my bare thighs and locked gazes with me.

"Why do you have to be so hot baby?" He breathed out, leaning down to kiss me, started off soft then he kissed
me harder. Zayn grasp my thighs and I moaned out, it just came out, okay! He thrust his tongue in my mouth,
exploring it. My tummy started flipping and turning while my heart
went jumping off a trampoline.

The headache was gone and all I feel is the pleasure jolting through my blood. I don't know if this is real love or just plain lust but it feels good. I pulled back and broke the kiss, his lips followed zayn pouted and I giggled, tipping my head back. His mouth was like magnet because it was instantly on my neck. I pushed his shoulders and gazed at him.

"Put your lips on a leash would yah?" I raised both my brows and he smirked.

"Sorry, the dog wants the meat," He teased and I smiled. Well the dogs will get the meat later...

"Stop teasing me!" My cheeks heat up, forming a blush. Gah!

"Alright babe, is your head still hurting?" Zayn instantly
turned concerned.