Is It Wrong?

Chapter 4

Kay’s POV:

I had been avoiding Harry since that awkward night of the party. I had driven to school without him, because for some reason every morning, when I woke up he was gone. At school, he wouldn’t even look at me, or talk to me like he usually did. At home, we barely made eye contact and he pretty much stayed in his room all the time. If I wasn’t completely crazy, I would say that my step-brother liked me.

While I was being completely ignored and shunned, I was being noticed by someone else, Zayn. He had taken a weird interest in me since the kiss we shared about a week ago. He had been texting me nonstop always asking to hang out. But I always denied because of Harry and what happened with us. To say, I was confused would be an understatement. Some nights I would hear Harry wanking off and I always wished it was about me, or involving me. For some odd reason, I wanted to pleasure my him.

It was exactly 7 pm on Friday and of course, I’m sitting in my room doing nothing. I heard the front door open a few minutes ago, which probably indicated that Harry was home. I decided that after 4 days, that I should talk to him. I padded down the stairs in nothing but short shorts and a cut-off top. I walked into the kitchen to see Harry rummaging through the fridge.

"Hey" I said calmly. Harry whipped around and obviously noticed what I had on, his eyes wouldn’t leave me body as I started to talk about the party and that night.

"… I just want to forget it" I finished my speech and Harry still sat there, dumbfounded by my outfit.

"Earth to Harry!" I shouted and he snapped out of his trance.

"Yeah, yeah. It was really messed up. Let’s never talk about it again" He said while opening his arms, indicating he wanted a hug. I smiled and walked into his warm embrace. He smelt of Hollister cologne which made me instantly turned on. His cold, white t-shirt was pushed against my bare stomach which made me shiver.

"Cold?" Harry asked, still hugging me. I simply nodded and his grip tightened around my body. His hands drew circles in back as his fingers went lower and lower down my back. He fingertips grazed against my butt and I groaned at the feel of his fingers. He lowered his hand more and gave my butt a squeeze as moved my arms from his torso to around his neck. If we ever did this in public, people would think we were a couple.

"Harry" I moaned as his hands rubbed all over my bottom. His touch, just sent shivers around my whole body. He pushed me back against the counter and looked into my eyes.

"Jump" he whispered, and I did. I was now sitting on the counter, my arms wrapped around Harry’s neck as his cold hands rubbed against my bare legs. He moved his hands to my inner thigh and parted my legs, pushing himself in between them. He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me closer. He looked at me, his green eyes staring straight into me. He began to move forward, his lips curving into a kissing stance. I leaned down, ready to kiss him back, when the front door bell rang. Harry pulled back immediately and awkwardly and headed to the front door. I sighed but felt relieved at the thought of me about to kiss the boy I grew up with. I heard Harry open the door and exchange a few words then the door closed. I could hear 2 pairs of footsteps coming back towards the kitchen, I just stayed still on the counter and decided to grab an apple from the tray of fruit behind me. I bit into it, the same time Zayn and Harry walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Kay" Zayn said, sending chills down my back.

"Hi" I said jumping down from the counter and heading towards the stairs to return to my room.

"Ow! what was that for!" I heard Zayn yelp behind me. I turned around to see Zayn holding his arm and Harry heading out of the kitchen and towards the living room.

"Did he hit you?" I asked, almost on the verge of busting out in laughter.

"Yeah, I was checking you out. God, you’re perfect Kay" Zayn said, taking a step closer to me. I leaned into him and stared into his eyes. He looked at my eyes then my lips, a couple of times before leaning down and planting his plump moist lips on mine. I smiled in the kiss as Zayn’s arm snaked around my waist and pulled me in closer to him.

"So what do you wanna watch-" Harry stopped mid-sentence as he walked into the kitchen. Zayn and I pulled apart, but not quick enough.

"Kay go to your room" Harry spat, his fist clenching and opening.

"No you don’t tell me what to do" I began to say but was cut off by Harry screaming.

"GO NOW KAY!" Harry shouted. I didn’t even look at him or Zayn as I turned and bolted up the stairs to my room. I made sure I slammed the door extra hard. Was Harry jealous? Or did he just not want his best friend and his step-sister together? I was a year younger then him and I could pretty much do what I wanted, he didn’t have to be such an asshole. I heard some shouting downstairs and decided to block it out by shoving my face in my pillow. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and I got up and ran to lock my door but I was too late.

"What do you want?" I spat as Harry walked in my room, shutting my door behind him.

"Do you want him?" he asked, clearly pissed off.

"What?" I asked. I heard what he said, but I didn’t understand why he was asking this.

"DO YOU WANT HIM? DO YOU WANT HIM TO TOUCH YOU AND KISS YOU ALL THE TIME!?" he shouted. I winced at his voice and backed away from him.

"I kinda like him, I me-" I started to say, but was cut off when Harry’s lips met mine. This felt so wrong so I didn’t kiss back at first, but then it felt right so I kissed back.

It was clear now, Harry was jealous of Zayn. Harry wanted me to want him. But I’m guessing Harry forgot that he was my step-brother. No one would approve of this, our parents, our friends…no one but us.