Never Been Hurt // Zianourry

1. Brotherly . . . love?

-Louis' P. O. V.-

I turn my head on the left side of my pillow. I manage to open my blue almond-eyes but they seem don't want to be opened yet. I move my hands on the bed I'm lying on, touching my soft, furry blanket which covered me the whole night. I've been using this for 18 years. This has been one of the things my father left when he and mother broke-up. Speaking of the blanket, I still move my hand, feeling the surface of the mattress until it stops on what I think is a face. Face of a man which I'm really familiar with. This is not father's, of course. The face belongs to my half- brother, Niall. He's the blonde leprechaun who always eats like a very hungry boar. He's got these blue eyes like mine, which we got from our father. Yes, we share the same dad but we have different moms. How'd that happen? At the very first, my mom and dad weren't married at all. Niall's mom and dad were the one who's married. My mom became pregnant before Niall's mom did, maybe two years earlier. So, it's like my mom is the third party sort of thingy. When I was four, mom already left me because she found another pricking man and gave me to dad, but dad couldn't take care of me so he decided to give me to Niall's mom. Luck of mine, she accepted me and I was treated like I'm his son also. Since then, dad didn't come out anymore. I don't know what happened to him. When I was 16 and Niall was 14, his mother needed to go work around the world because she sort of work on a plane, so she was forced to leave the two of us. We're just the two of us here and we discovered a lot of things. Mrs. Horan still checks on us though. Every morning and night, she calls us on the phone and checks us. By the way, Niall is using her mother’s surname, Horan, and I’m using father’s, which is Tomlinson. So enough with the babbling. My name’s Louis Tomlinson and I’m 22. Basically I’m a guy. Well, sort of because I got this girlfriend of mine, Eleanor who is really in-love with me, but I think I’m in love with my brother, Niall, yeah. Me and Niall also have these two buddies of ours, Liam Payne and Zayn Malik. Actually, they’re in a relationship and they’re madly in-love with each other. One time, we invited those two here for a movie marathon but they did nothing but to kiss each other like mad. Speaking of buddies, I also have this best, best, best, best friend of mine. My dear Harry Styles. I knew him since I’m still on my mother’s side. My mother left me. Also did my father. But Harry is the one who never left me.

“Lou, stop poking my cheek,” Niall says and I wake up to reality. Oh my gosh. I’ve been telling my whole story of mine while my finger is nudging Niall’s face.

“Oops, sorry,” I say, getting up to a sitting position. I rub my eyes as the morning light touches my face. Niall also gets himself up and manages to sit. He’s topless so I stare at his chest covered with those tiny chest hairs. Oh my glob. I never realized he was this so hot. I mean, I always wake up seeing him without any shirt but-

“Hey,” says Niall and snaps me out of my mind again. “Are you staring at. . .”

“No!” I protest, stopping him to continue his stupid question. He just smirks and teases me by taking off the blanket that covers his half-body. Now, he’s showing his hot tummy.

Please stop killing me, my brother.

“You’re funny,” he says, winking at me. Ugh, why, Niall, why?

“Stop,” I snort and find his shirt. I throw it at him and he giggles again. “Wear your shirt. I’m going to take my bath now. Wanna join?” Yes, we take shower together sometimes. We're really that close, you know.

“Um, sorry. I’m going to make our breakfast,” he says. I frown, but I should understand him. Before I stand up, I first watch him wear his shirt. It fits . . . perfectly.

So . . . yeah, I really am in-love with my stepbrother.

-Niall's P. O. V.-

I hold the knife and slice the cheesecake I just baked. I put it on a plate and prepare it on the table. I also make two mugs of hot vanilla drink for us. This is Lou's favorite breakfast and he always request for this. Now he doesn't know I'm preparing his most favorite because he's taking his shower and I didn't tell him what I am about to prepare. I'm very lucky because he showers for half an hour, enough for me to finish this little treat for him. Him. Louis. I'm very close with him, and, frankly, we sometimes take shower together. We're that very close that it's already okay for us to see each other's, um, err, you know. Just lately, he invited me to take our bath together, but I rejected because I need to prepare our breakfast and now that I'm finish, I don't know if I'm going to open the bathroom door and join him, but I just prefer to sit here on the table and wait for him to finish. As I'm waiting, I stare at the bathroom door. Yes, I can see it here from our dining area and I can also hear Louis singing from here. I think he's singing the song "Neon Lights". I don't know, it's a little bit difficult to understand what he's singing because I also hear the raging water there. Oh, why is he taking so long? I'm already hungry and I want to swallow all of these cheesecakes I made! The door suddenly opens and seeing Louis wearing nothing makes my eyes pop. I'm used seeing him naked, well, not really usual, but today, he made my heart skip a beat.

"What?" he says as he walk through here and even doesn't mind that he wears nothing. Maybe he's bit wondering why am I reacting like I've never seen him naked before because my eyes are stuck on his wet body. Seriously, he's killing me. I feel like my saliva's drooping already. And why on the world is this happening? "Wait, are those cheescakes? Oh my gosh, Niall, why didn't you tell me you're making them?"

"Hey, can you please wear something first?" I ask him, giving him a sharp look. To be honest, I really love to see him like this, but it will be the early death of me.

"Why?" he asks me. "Do you find this. . ." he does a seductive pose, putting his hands on the back of his head and biting his lower lip. ". . . distracting?"

You hot creature, why are you doing this to me?

"Stop it, Louis," I hiss at him, looking away.

"Alright! Alright!" he says laughingly. He first gets a cheesecake and takes a sweet, little bite. He's looking at me as he chew it playfully and slowly, teasing me. I feel sweat sliding down from my forehead. He giggles and goes upstairs. Why did he do that? And why am I entertained while I watch him naked? Am I in-love with my stepbrother?