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#28 He's Your Step-Brother~Part 1

#28 He's Your Step-Brother~Part 1

Louis:


"You know, sis, maybe if you were more outgoing you'd have a boyfriend by now. Or any friends really." You slammed your fist down on the dinner table as the insult left your stepbrother's mouth and you ran away to your room.
It was no fair. Your mom had married Louis' dad three months ago without even taking you into consideration. She had known that you were totally in love with One Direction, she'd learned a ton about them from you, but she hadn't made the connection that Troy was in fact that Louis' father. Though you hadn't told her that your new step-brother was in fact the one that you'd been crushing on all this time. She would disapprove of the five year age gap.
The news had been a big shock for you. She'd barely told you she was even seeing anyone and then she dropped the "I'm getting married to Troy and we're moving to England!" bombshell on you.
It was at the wedding that you met Louis for the first time. Right off the bat he was a jerk to you. And still three months down the road he continued to be an ass every time he saw you.
Back out in the kitchen you could hear the murmurs as they talked to Louis. There was the loud sound of a chair scraping against the floor, then footsteps pounding up the carpeted stairs.
Someone knocked on your door but you didn't answer them. "Y/N?" it was the boyband star himself. "I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that."
Was he apologizing? "Oh? Then what did you mean it like?" You sat with your back to the door, looking out your dark window.
He sighs from the doorway and you hear him step inside and shut the door behind him. "I just- this is going to be really hard to say." There's something in his voice that makes you turn around. He runs his fingers through his brown hair just like you've always dreamed of doing. Then his electric blue eyes connect with yours.
"By outgoing I just meant that if you would take the first step, make the first move. I happen to know this guy. And he thinks you're terrific, wonderful, beautiful. But he's too scared to do anything about it because he doesn't think you feel the same about me- him! I said him!"
Your heart jumps in your chest, you can feel the blood and excitement pumping through your whole body. Upon deciding that maybe you should be more outgoing, you stand up to face him. "So you're saying that you think that if I like this guy back then I should just-" Another step closer, just a foot away. "Make the-" Now just a few inches. "First move?" One breath away.
He visibly swallows and whispers back. "Yes."
Leaning up on your toes the little bit, you close the distance and touch your lips to his. He deepens the kiss, your first one ever. "I do like you, Louis. Quite a bit, I always have." You tell him when the kiss ends. "But I don't get why you've been such an asshole to me since we met?"
Silence falls and the sound of your parents cleaning the kitchen echo up to you. The time on the clock flips by and then he finally speaks. "You're beautiful, Y/N. I was intimidated and I wasn't sure how to act on feeling for my step-sister."
"Well, in my experience, you do it something like this." You smile and kiss him again. The kiss lasts for several minutes until his dad knocks.
"You both are still alive in there, right? You didnt kill one another?" he chuckles.
"We're both fine." Both of you say at the same time and once his footsteps retreads you return to kissing your step-brother.



Niall:

Sort of dirty later on because I got an idea and had to go with it, you know Enjoy!

It all started out rather innocently. Your dad and his mother met while he was over in Ireland on business. Next thing you knew you were at their wedding, being introduced to your two step-brothers, one of whom was the famous Niall Horan.
He was your age but so much more accomplished than you could ever dream of. The entire wedding reception he talked to you, telling you all about the other boys and everything they've done. You made sure to talk to Greg too, you'd always felt bad for him not getting talked about too much by the fans.
After that night, you and Niall were pretty close. You went to a couple of One Direction's shows and became decent friends with all the boys. When Niall came home to visit every now and then you two would spend time together, huddled up under a blanket together watching movies down in the home theater.
It was when he was away on tour that you realized how much you really liked him. There'd always been a sweet spot in your heart for the Irish boy but never before had you payed much mind to it.
The lads got a few weeks off of that world tour and since they were fairly close to your dad and stepmoms home in the US, all five decided to stop in.
It was the week that Maura and your father left for a two week vacation in the Bahamas. So it was party all night and sleep all day at your house.
One evening the boys left, all except Niall. Very recently, as in since they turned up on your doorstep asking if they could stay here for the next few weeks, you had realized that you were kind of, sort of, in love with Niall James Horan.
He wouldn't tell you where the other four had gone or how long they'd be gone for. Personally you hoped it would be a while. It was early in the day: 11 am. Nialler suggested that the two of you go swimming in the massive pool out back and of course you agreed.
Mustering up some nerve, you slip into the skimpiest bikini you own and then you go down to the movie room where he's waiting, finishing up a movie.
"Hey, Y/N, I'm almost.... woah." his eyes glaze over when he looks at your tiny bikini. "Uh... The movie, it's almost over..." His beautiful blue eyes are still watching you and you smirk.
This could be interesting. You choose to tease him and sit right next to him in the tiny chair. His legs are covered by a blanket and the movie remote rest just in the dip between his crossed legs. You reach for it and your arm "accidentally" brushes against the inside of his thigh.
He coughs and you grab the remote, rewinding a little bit. "Sorry, but I really like this movie." that's a total lie. You've seen this movie a bunch of times, yea, but every time it freaks you out even more.
"Oh my God!" You scream and climb into his lap, burying your face in his neck. It's very awkward due to the fact that he's got a little problem and... Yeah it's quite apparent. "This movie scares me so much. I forgot about that." You whisper and your lips are brushing against the bare, tender skin joining his shoulder and his neck.
"Y/N." He moans when you shift totally on accident, rubbing a teeny tiny bit on 'the problem.' His warm, rough hands are on your back, right next to the strings of your bikini top. "Are you doing this on purpose?"
No turning back now. "Me? No." you smile against the skin of his neck an lightly kiss his pulse point. "Are you saying you don't want me to?"
"I very much want you, too." he said it in a different way than you meant it, but who cares. "This isn't right, babe. You're my step-sister. Mi hermanastra."
Sexy Spanish words start to spill from his lips and you feel the sudden urge to kiss him until your lips are bruised. You remove your face from his neck and look at his face. His eyes are dark and he so clearly wants you just as much as you want him.
Niall's eyes glimmer in the dark and then his mouth is slamming against yours and there's no way that you're going to try to stop him. You move so that you're straddling his lap, your hands go to his neck pulling him closer to you.
All the while his problem is pressing into you, making this even more fun. "Can you speak more Spanish to me?" You ask before resuming to kiss him. The kisses slow down and between passionate pecks he'll mumble something in the romantic language. "Te amo, diente de león." he whispers in one quick rush. "Te amo, Y/N."
Now you should know those three words. Niall just said 'I love you, Y/N.' "Te amo, Niall." Then you get to it with your step brother and don't tell anyone, just sharing secret smiles when no ones looking, secret kisses in the silence, and secret rendezvous under the stars.



Zayn:

Back in the beginning you could've sworn it was just your fangirliness that made your heart flutter every time you heard your stepbrother's voice. After one year, you convinced yourself that it was just the bandwagon effect. Everyone else in the world seemed to love him and get major feels when they saw his picture, so of course you would when you saw him in person.
But now, after two years, even you had to admit that there was no way that this was just a celebrity crush. It was you being in love with your gorgeous, sexy, talented, sex god of a step brother.
The day you realized "that" was the day of your Mom's wedding to some nerdy guy named Bill. Just your luck, your date bailed on you at the last minute, so you would be at the wedding all alone, hearing the whispers of family members about how you were still single after your last asshole boyfriend broke your heart six years ago.
You still had to finish getting ready even after the guy from work bailed. Your hair and makeup were all done, now you just needed to slip into your dress. The only problem was you couldn't get the back zipped, so holding it together as best as you could, you fastened the silver heels you were going to wear and walked out of the bedroom.
First you called your step-sister's names, but none of them answered. Instead: "They went out with Mum and your dad for dinner. What do you need?" Zayn called from out in the kitchen.
He was standing at the open refrigerator, digging for some food. Even with his back to you, you could see the look on his face as he contemplated each food that his fingers touched.
"Uhm... I didn't think you were home, but could you help me zip this up?" That makes him turn around. Hazel eyes growing wide, his mouth pops open.
"Wow, Y/N, uh where are you going?"
"My mom's wedding is tonight and I have to go all alone. My date bailed on me, like, five minutes ago. Will you zip me?" You turn your back to him, exposing your bare skin.
There's a mirror on the wall in front of you and you watch his reflection move towards you. His eyes are focused on your skin and his hand is slightly shaking as he reaches for the zipper.
Cool fingertips touch the small of your back and he murmurs a sorry. The soft sound of the zipper rises up your back until it reaches the top. In the mirror, his face rises so that he's looking you in the eyes.
"Do I look alright, Zayn?"
"Perfect. I, uh- About how you said that you're date couldn't make it, do- do you still want a date? I could go with you, if you like?" he stumbled over his words and his Adams apple bobbed up and down.
Your heart pounded heavily against your chest and a hot blush flooded your cheeks. "Sure. That'd be nice. Do you have something to wear?" He smiles.
Ten minutes later, the two of you are in the car on the way to the event. You find yourself nervously tapping your fingernails against the console. "Stop. It'll be fine." Zayn's hand leaves the steering wheel and lays atop yours, stopping the noise.
At first he doesn't remove it, instead rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. It's almost like its an instinct. Then he glances down, realizes what he's doing, and jerks his hand away. "Sorry."
The ceremony starts just after you arrive. It goes just as perfect as it possibly could and then the reception party starts. Zayn and you are sat at the wedding party table even though you weren't part of that group.
Your mom and her husband come over and greet you. "This is Zayn, Mom, my step brother." she giggles and says something about One Direction. You blush and lead him away to go meet some of your cousins.
Right away he hits it off with a few of your guy cousins and they go outside to play a game of soccer/football. You and two of your girl cousins follow them out.
"So, is he like your boyfriend or something, Y/N?" "Y/C/N! You know that's rude to ask that!" your other cousin interrupts. "Especially when you know she could never snag some as sexy as Zayn Malik! He just came along as a pity date, right?"
None of your mother's side of the family, except for her now, knew that your dad had married Zayn Malik's mum. They thought that you and Zayn knew each other through work of some kind.
"Actually-" you start to say.
"It's alright that you're still single, Y/N! Lots of single people are successful! And no one really expects that you're going to get married!" Wow, until now you'd never noticed how bitchy your cousins were.
Tears start to form in your eyes when you realize that they aren't going to stop being mean to you anytime soon and that most of you're family really doesn't believe that you'll get married.
"Y/N!" a voice shouts and someone runs over to where you and your cousins are sitting. Just as you look up to see who it is, their fingers go under your chin and tip it up. His lips press to yours for a brief moment and then he pulls away.
"Are you okay?" Zayn asks, frowning as he wipe away the tears in your face. "I heard what they were saying and no one should ever say those things about you, lovely." He glares at your two cousins. "Let's go back inside."
Once you're out of earshot of the girls, you can't hold it in anymore. "What was that?" Your step-brother is still holding your hand tightly in his.
"They were being rude, you started to cry. I was helping you, Y/N, I don't like to see you crying." He stops walking and pulls you around to face him. "I don't like to see you hurting at all. Ever. I love you, Y/N." He squeezes your hand and then walks back into the building. You stand frozen in that spot.
Did he just-? No. No way it was a brotherly "I love you," right?



Harry:
(His POV)

I was on the phone with Louis, walking down a street. I'd gotten lost while trying to walk back to the hotel that my dad was getting married in. He'd asked me to be his best man, but I couldn't do it so I skipped the wedding completely. Excuses had been made for every time he tried to make me meet my new step-mum and step-sister.
I was all alone on these dark, strangely quiet, city streets. Then I saw a girl walking towards me. She was several streetlights away when she passed under the orange, buzzing light. "Damn, she's beautiful." Her eyes were big and she looked lost in her own world with her hair done up all pretty and a dress that poofed out.
"I got to go, Lou." I hung up on him without a second thought. The girl walked closer to me and I noticed the bottle dangling from her hand. "Are you alright?"
Mascara was smeared around under her red eyes. After a hiccup she answered me. "No, I'm not. My mother just married some man and now I've got to move in with him and his son who I've never even met! You look familiar... Do I know you?"She hiccuped again.
"Probably. Are you Y/N?" She smiles brightly and I know that I'm right. "Oh, we'll, erm... I'm that new stepbrother of yours, I guess."
Y/N pursed her beautiful pink lips. "That's nice. You're Harry! From Direction One! I mean Erection Done! Wait... Oh you know what I mean!" she giggles and takes another swig from the bottle.
This was not good. My new step-sister was completely wasted, absolutely gorgeous, and totally in need of comfort. "Why don't we get back to the hotel, babe. And I'll just take this from you." Soon she released the bottle to me and we headed in the direction she had come from.
By the time that we reached the hotel, I'd pretty well finished off the rest of the alcohol and we were both giggling. She was hanging onto me and we both fell into my room and somehow we must've tripped over our clothes because next thing I knew we were laying on the bed, naked and kissing.
Things only escalated from there and quite a while later, we were both done, sweating, tangled in the white hotel sheets. Y/N fell asleep, wrapped in my arms and I drifted off to sleep not long after her.
The next morning, we both were hung over and I quickly tried to remedy that with greasy food and water. In the bright morning light, with her sexy bed hair and smeared makeup, she looked even more beautiful.
"We can't do this again, Harry. You're my step brother it's not right." she bit her pink bottom lip and looked down at her bare feet while twisting her hair around a finger.
Everything she did was adorable and even just sitting there on the edge of the bed, her in my favorite tshirt, my step-sister was more beautiful than any girl I'd ever seen. "That can't be right, Y/N. You can't really think that there's nothing between us."
"Really, Harry. If it was any night before last night, I would've jumped at this opportunity, but now we're related and it's frowned upon in most, if not all, societies for siblings to be together."
I frown at her. "But we aren't really siblings. And if this is just about you think I'm a womanizer, well, I'm not. I honestly think I might love you, Y/N. You take my breath away with everything you do." I lean forward and kiss her quickly.
She pushes me away and stands up. "I'm sorry, Harry, but last night was just a drunken thing. I- I can't do this. Not now, so- I- uhm goodbye." Her fingers wrap around the hanger I put her dress on and she snags her heels from the floor, then disappears from my room.
The sound of the door shutting behind her echoes in my mind for a long time after its faded from reality. Eventually it's replaced by the sound of knocking. Dad is standing outside and he sighs in relief when he sees me. "So you're okay then? Good, now you can finally meet your new family members." he takes my arm and leads me down the hall to my new hell.





Liam:

It was one day after school and you were waiting around with your friends in the parking lot. Your older brother was coming to pick you up, but he was taking forever. Then you heard someone honking their car horn.
You glance up and see your brother's car and someone in a grey shirt in the passenger seat. "Great," you groan to your friends. "There's someone in the passenger seat."
"I wonder who it could be?" Y/F/N asks genuinely. You give her a look until she figures it out. "Oh, duh, Garrett!" She smacks her palm to her forehead. Garrett is a guy in your class who is constantly flirting with you.
Waving goodbye and walking towards the vehicle, you couldn't get a good look at the passenger. First you see your brother and then you jump into the back seat.
You look into the passenger seat after getting in and shutting the door. It wasn't Garrett, this man you'd never seen. Not in person anyway.
"Y/N, this is Liam. I'm sure you know him already." Sure enough. Liam Payne of One Direction was sitting next to your brother. "He's one of my friends without names." Normally, when your brother would go out with his friends, he'd never tell your parents what their names were.
"Hi, Y/N." Liam turns around and smiles at you, his cheeks are slightly pink. Your heart pounds in your chest. It's barely believable that you're this close to him and he's coming home with you.
That day you hang out and watch tv with your brother and Liam. Y/B/N doesn't like it much, but he decides to deal with it because Liam is one of your five idols.
Not too many days later is Liam's birthday and he invites your brother, you and your father over. Ever since your mother passed away eight years ago, your dad hasn't been out much, so you drag him along. He ends up spending the evening talking with Liam's mum who divorced her husband a year ago.
You're introduced to the other four boys of One Direction and absolutely hit it off. They don't mind you tagging along all night at the party. Liam is the nicest and by the end of the night, the two of you are sitting in the backyard of his house, laughing and looking up at the star-filled sky.
Y/B/N is inside playing video games with Zayn and Niall, Harry and Louis had already gone home. "I like you, Y/N. You're... Different." he looks over at you in mid-laugh.
"I like you too, Liam." Suddenly he's leaning over you, blocking out a section of stars. "Are you going to kiss me?" A whisper leaves your lips that he soon covers with his.
The pair of you make out for a while and then agree not to tell your brother. So for the next few weeks, you see him quite often, he even picks you up from school a couple times when your brother can't make it. It's fun to be hanging out with him and you don't tell your friends because you know they'd make a big deal about you hanging out with the Liam Payne.
Two months after you first kiss him, the bad news drops. Your dad has fallen in love and he's getting married... To Liam's mum. They decide it's going to be a tiny wedding; the sooner they can have it the better.
Then your crush becomes your step-brother and you begin to figure out that he's more than a crush and he thinks the same of you. At the party back at the new house, Liam confesses to you that he thinks he might love you.
"I love you too, Liam." he leans in and kisses you hard.
"What the hell is going on!" Your brother is standing in the doorway of the previously empty room. His best friend pulls away from your lips. "You- sick... This is just- Dad!" your full-brother runs from the room.
Your step-brother takes your hand and squeezes it. "We'll get through this, Y/N. I love you."
"Love you too."