My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 4

-Zayn

I pull away from Harry and look up to see Javadd looking at us. He doesn't look to happy to find me in this position.

"Javadd, I can explain." Javadd looks back at me with a red face.

"I'm not gonna ask again. What the fuck is going on here?" He yells again. Mum rushes to grab Javadd before he strangles me.

"Javadd, You can come with me. Zayn, Harry? Put your shirts on now." I nod and Javadd gets pulled away by mum back to his room. I tear up and break into a sob.

"I didn't want him to find out this way!" He rubs my back and shushes me.

"He will get over this because nothing can tear us apart." He kisses me and gets up.

-Javadd

"I want them apart!" I yell and shove everything off my dresser in anger.

"You can't do that Javadd." I get up from her bed and point at her.

"But you can." She puts my hand down and sets her hands on my shoulder.

"They really like each other."

"They don't even know each other. It's his, what, second week of school?"

"Javadd."

"I didn't think that Zayn or even Harry would stoop this low. I thought Harry was my best mate! They both lied to me and went behind my back! I specifically told Harry to back off of Zayn but he disobeyed me!"

"Javadd, the world doesn't revolve around you. If they want to date I don't see anything that's stopping them but you." After Mum finishes the door slowly opens.

"Well, if it isn't the traitor."

"I really like Harry and he likes me. If you were a good brother, you'd accept that."

"Oh, so I'm not a good brother?" I turn to Zayn and raise my eyebrow.

"I never said that!"

"It seems like you just said that!" Mum cuts in and stops us.

"Boys, boys! Stop it! You are making a mountain out of a mole hill!" Zayn gives me a death glare.

"I hope you fall in a mole hill."

"You first!"

"Life was better when I was an only child." I scream towards Zayn who turns red in the face afterwards.

"That was only for a couple of minutes!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!" Zayn stomps out of Mum's room and walks back to his then slams the door. Mum's phone starts ringing and she looks at it with a groan.

"Who is it?"

"Your father."

"Put it on speaker." She answers with a groan.

"Hello."

"Hi, Trisha?"

"Get to the point, Yaser!"

"It's that time of the year again." I give Mum a strange look.

"What?"

"Visiting your father."

"Oh. I guess that just shows how memorable the trip is every other year. I forgot."

"Yes, Yaser, I am aware."