In My Head |Zouis|

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It's just an illusion

1-2-3 I dissapear

Comin' right back so stay right here

Ain't no second guessin' girl

I'm impressive girl

But I'm just an illusion Just An Illusion- Austin Moon. (Ross Lynch)

Zayn's POV

I stuck my tounge out and did some ridiculous face, while Harry did some cross-eyes thing. He quckly snapped the picture, when the picture saved, Harry went to his photos so we could look at all the photos we took. Each photo was uniquely different and had Harry and I laughing like crazy.

Harry handed me his phone to look at his photos while he went to get a drink. I watched him leave the room until I couldn't see him anymore. I admit when I was younger I might have had a tiny crush on my older step-brother because he was one of the people who were nice to me, that and I was really young.

It blew over after two weeks. I was maybe eleven years old and I've never been very interested in girls. Even now I don't find girls that appealing. I even thought about telling Harry I had liked him at the time because he'd let me kiss his cheek and me being eleven then thought my whole life was made at that very moment. To Harry though it was nothing more than platonic.

Harry was just a good brother to me. I think I'm over the whole 'crush on my brother' thing. Key words being I think. There have been a selective few other guys I've had crushes on. Zeke was once a one until he told me that'd he'd never liked me back and would rather be with a dead body. I had gone off telling him that necrophilia was a real thing and if he wanted to he could. He had just glared at me and disapeared for months, then came back being meaner than ever.

Being honest I never tried to be in any sort of relationship, mostly because my illness, made people weary around me. I have a family that cared and loved for me, that was really enough

I continued to scroll through Harry's picutres seeing lots of different ones ranging from animals and plants to him and his friends, also others of me I never knew he took. An eye catching picture for me was one of Harry. He was shirtless and the upper half of his body was on display. I think he was in the bathroom because like most bathroom selfies there was a towel rack behind him.

There was another one and he was fresh out the shower. A baby blue towel wrapped lowly around his narrow hips, v-lines out for show and his happy trail leading down into the the towel. His biceps seemed to be in mid-flex so they stood out in a way to show he wasn't trying to hard, none-the-less he looked good. His hair was damp and sticking on to his face. His dimple was even showing with the coy smirk he had on his face.

I dared to scroll some more, even with a blush that tinted my checks and the sudden tightening in my pants. I couldn't process anything thing anymore. How long has Harry been gone? He's been gone quite a while now. But fuck. Harry takes selfies. I get that. Harry takes shirtless sexy shower selfies, understandable but this is a whole new level of selfie.

Who takes pictures of their dick? Is it a normal thing? I mean, yes from this picture Harry has a nice dick but is it really nessecary to take a picture? Or pictures? Hopefully it's just one, I don't think I'd be able to hold myself back if there were more. I can't look at this anymore. I exited the app, putting Harry's phone down beside me.

I look up, from my hands to the wall on the farthest side of the room, to see those same blue eyes that chose to oh-so constantly haunt me. Louis had an all-to knowing smirk on his face, his eyes seeming a bit lighter, most likely because of all the lights we had on in the house today.