Is It Wrong?

Chapter 1

Kay’s POV:

The first day of junior year and I’m already late for school. I groaned as I rolled over in my full sized bed, looking for my beeping iPhone. I found it, tangled in my duvet and shut it off. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, looking over to my dog, Max, who was nuzzled in his bed on my floor. I rolled out of bed and walked out of my room, walking to the bathroom. I walked past Gemma’s old room which was now the guest room, I stopped when I headed past Harry’s room. I heard distinct moans coming out of his room so I put my ear to his door and could hear 2 sets of moans. I pushed my body closer to his door trying to get a better hear of what was going on. I must have leaned to hard, because in seconds I pushed through his door and was on his floor. I looked up to Harry who scrambled under his duvet, he was naked.

"WHAT THE FUCK KAY!?" he shouted, closing his laptop.

I got sense of the situation and realized that Harry was wanking off. He’s laptop was still moaning, which clarified that he was watching porn.

"I’m uh-sorry!" I shouted before bolting out of the room and into the bathroom. Once in the confines of the shower, I sighed deeply trying to get the thought of my step-brother’s dick out of my head. I washed my wavy blonde hair and cleaned my face. I was already an hour late so why wouldn’t I take my time? After washing my body, I got out of the shower and brushed my teeth. Examining myself in the mirror, I realized that I like I didn’t belong in this family, which I didn’t. My long blonde hair cascaded over my shoulders, my blue eyes twinkled against my slightly tanned skin. I wasn’t pale, but I was a tad darker than Harry. I didn’t have any traits similar to my step-siblings which kind of gave away that we are step-siblings. Harry and Gemma’s green eyes were beautiful and nothing likes my blue ones. Their signature brown curls were something I didn’t have. My father has brown hair so he fits in with the family, however, I don’t.

After an hour, I was finally ready, and Harry was too. It was my first year driving and Harry said I could drive. He was a senior this year and was one of the most known people at school. He used to be a nobody like me, but he eventually started working out, lost his baby fat and now he has toned abs and a beautiful face to go with it. As for myself, I used to be over 200 lbs; I had dull and flat hair and a shit load of acne. Over the past summer, I lost all of my weight and my face cleared up. People started noticing me and I became ‘well-known’ like my brother.

I sat in the car, waiting for Harry. We were already an hour and a half late and he was just taking too long. I honked the horn twice before I saw the front door open. Harry walked outside and headed to the car. He had a white V-Neck on that showed of his toned stomach well, he paired it with black skinny jeans and vans. He looked so effortlessly hot…what was I saying, he’s my step-brother! But he did look great in what he had on. As for me, I had on black Victoria secret yoga pants that complimented my butt very well. I had on a t-shirt that was floral print and low-cut. My c-cup tits were held in the shirt and peaked out of the shirt, but not too much.

Harry got in and I huffed, backing out of the driveway. It was a 20-minute drive to school and to say it was awkward would be an understatement. I looked over at Harry, every now and then, and noticed he was typing on his phone. I wanted to talk about the small episode this morning but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I finally pulled the guts to say something, realizing that I was acting foolish. He was just my step-brother; he wouldn’t think anything of it.

“Sorry…” I said, keeping my eyes on the road to avoid his gaze.

“For?” he said, dragging out the ‘R’ dramatically.

“Walking in on you?” I said as a question, hoping he would catch on so I wouldn’t have to say it.

“Walking in on what?” He replied. I glanced over and saw the big smirk plastered on his face. He wanted me to say it, he wanted me to be embarrassed.

“Harry, you’re an asshole” I said, before pulling into the school parking lot. I parked and headed for the building. We had only missed 2 classes so it wasn’t too bad. I walked in and noticed it was passing time; everyone was heading towards their 3rd class of the day. I noticed my best friends all in a group sitting on a bench in the hall. I walked over and greeted them before pulling Elena off to come with me to my locker.

Sadly, my locker was close to Harry’s and his friends. I walked over hoping they wouldn’t notice me. I wasn’t a fan of most of them except Zayn. All of Harry’s friends used to be mean to me, when I was fat, besides Zayn. Zayn would always be nice to me and talk to me, while the others would make fun of me. Zayn was beautiful, he moved here 2 years ago from Bradford and his accent was beyond sexy. He had big muscles, tan skin and black hair. His brown eyes were the prettiest shade of brown, I had ever seen.

I opened my locker and started to talk to Elena about the morning, leaving out the embarrassing detail about Harry. Now that I think of it, it was weird that Harry was doing…that. He could get any girl he wanted, why did he want to do that? I put in a few new notebooks and turned to close my locker and head to my 3rd class with Elena, when my name was called.

“Kay!” I heard a certain Bradford accent shout.

“Yeah?” I said, as I whipped around, my blonde hair falling to one side of my face.

“I’m coming over today, I just wanted to tell you” He said while grinning.

“Oh cool, see you later” I said as I turned back around to find Elena smirking. I shot her eyes that said ‘What?’ but she just kept smirking. I walked over and she explained to me how she thought Zayn liked me. I ignored her and walked to my 3rd class. I sat through the whole class, thinking about Zayn. Did he like me? Did he want me to know he was coming over for a certain reason?

The day had finished and the whole day, I couldn’t get Zayn out of my mind. Harry went home with Zayn which meant, I drove home alone. I still ignored Harry, even when he came up to me at lunch and asked to finish what I was saying in the car. I didn’t want to even think about the horrific event anymore. I just wanted to forget it.

I got home quickly and walked up the path to the front door. I walked in and dropped my bag, a note sat atop the counter. It was a note telling Harry and I that his mom would be out late tonight and my dad would be too. I didn’t really mind, I liked being home alone most of the time. I walked to the living room and sat down; I didn’t even notice Zayn sitting in the adjacent couch to me. I screeched and he just laughed at me.

“JESUS ZAYN!” I shouted, as he padded over to me and sat on the couch I was on, and he dangerously close.

“Sorry, babe” he replied, in that beautiful accent of his. I could feel my cheeks become hot at the sound of him calling me babe.

“It’s fine” I said, looking down at my fingers.

“Hey, Kay?” he said questioningly.

“Yeah?” I answered, looking into his eyes.

“Would it be weird if I told you that I always like you and that you’re beautiful” he said getting close to me.

“Uh it wouldn’t and thanks?” I said confusingly. And before I knew it, Zayn’s lips were on mine. Our lips moved in sync, as his hand caressed my lower back. I drew back, catching my breath. He smiled at me and looked down, shyly.

“I’ve been waiting for that” he said and all I could do was smile again and kiss him again. He pulled away and looked towards the door.

“What?” I said, until I looked at Zayn. I noticed his eyes were planted on something. I turned and looked to see Harry looking at both of us. His fists were clenching and he looked pissed.

“YOU CAN GET ANYONE AND YOU PICK MY LITTLE SISTER? WHAT THE FUCK ZAYN?” he shouted.

"It’s not like you’re really my brother, so relax!" I shouted.

"Shut up Kay!" he exclaimed.

I winced as Harry yelled, Zayn got up and walked over and tried to rationalize with him but it was no use. Harry’s arm drew back and punched him in the eye. I screamed his name and ran to my room, why did Harry have to be so protective? It was more than protective, it was almost jealousy.