Rebuilding Zerrie

Cock-Block

ZAYN'S P.O.V.

We were already on our way to Vegas Strip to drop off Eleanor because she refused to attend the fancy dinner. "Hey, guys!" Kiefer asked, "Is there something going on between Kloe and Harry? Why'd you leave those two together?"

"Not that I know of," Niall said from the driver's seat. "She despises Harry! Everyone who knows them knows that."

"Yeah," Liam agreed, sitting on the passenger seat. "The feeling's mutual between them."

Kiefer shook his head. "Not according to what she wrote on her phone," he said as he read the note, "'I was, though, surprised of Harry's behavior while we got stuck on the Ferris Wheel and when we were dancing. It got me thinking that he wasn't all that bad and that I just needed to earn his trust and that there is a possibility that he might actually be a good person. A great one, in fact.'"

What? That's impossible. The girl and Harry? Fat chance. She wouldn't like him even if they were the last two people on Earth. She would rather set her face on fire than to like any bit of that guy--especially his hair.

"Mate, keep her away from Harry," Louis warned Kiefer. He looked quizzical at first but Lou kept going. "Take it from a guy who's got four younger sisters as well. And Kloe's the, what, second?"

"Youngest," Kiefer corrected.

Louis swore silently. "The youngest?" He cried. "Turn the car around. Turn the car around!" Niall did just that without a quiver. Why everyone was acting so overprotective over the girl, I didn't know. Of course I would've been too if Harry started pulling moves on one of my sisters but the girl wasn't my sister.

But then I realized.

Niall never had a sister. The girl was a sister to him than any other girl. And Kiefer was really her brother. Louis was just trying to alert him of the dangers of Harry Styles, but it wasn't really a big deal, right? It wasn't like they were getting naked and touching each other.

That was what I thought until Kiefer busted open the hotel room door to see both Harry and the girl nearly naked with her hand on his chest. "What the hell is going on here?" Kiefer shouted angrily at Harry and his sister.

She shrieked and grabbed her top from the floor. "It's not what you think!" She desperately tried to convince him as she slipped her top back on and buttoned it as fast as she could, misaligning some if them. "I swear. I was just wiping off the--"

"The what?" Kiefer scolded. "The oil? The lub? Or some other sex item he's got stashed under his sleeve?" It was obvious that she thought her brother was overreacting from what he had just seen but he wasn't. By the looks of it, they were pretty intimate.

DAY 9

KLOE'S P.O.V.

Telling them that I didn't want to go to the fancy dinner wasn't even the worst of it. Because I didn't go, they had to cancel the entire appointment, causing the management to go bonkers which resulted in Castle pushing through with the lawsuit, but nothing processed at the time.

I was too mortified to be with Harry, too furious with my brother to stay within a three-foot radius from him and too frantic to attend something as formal as that. I would just embarrass them even more.

My bedroom wasn't even my safe haven. Maegan was there and I couldn't look at her without feeling such guilt. It was my fault she wasn't accepted into any university. I took her out to the club. I got her drunk. I was the one who got her on the news. It was all me.

Sleeping on the couch wasn't all that bad. What was was waking up at 3 in the morning on the floor, creeping upstairs to the bathroom and trying not to make any sound as for the rest not to hear. I spent probably half an hour there, trying to drown out my thoughts. When I exited, my brother was standing outside with a towel draped over his shoulders.

There was no way he was going with us.

"Louis said I could go," he explained lamely. I rolled my eyes. It was only 3:30 and already my blood was curdling at the sight of my brother and the thought of spending the entire day with him.

What was worse, though, was going in my bedroom. Maegan was on the floor, lying next to a pool of her own vomit. There were several crumpled papers scattered all over the room and when I picked up one, I found that it was a letter of rejection from Yale. Another one from University of Michigan. Another one from Standford.

That was all I was able to read before I couldn't stand it anymore. I dressed up as fast as I could and ran.

Out of the house, out of the neighborhood. My legs started to hurt. My feet surely already had bruises. My stomach craved for food and my mouth was dry from lack of water. My heart was pounding 180 beats per minute. I saw Niall's car pass by but I kept running.

Even when they stopped the car, got out and started chasing me, I kept running.