My Stepbrother - Zarry

Wedding Bells - 01

⚠️ This story is pure fiction, and nothing is real about it except for the characters' appearance and names.

Hello everyone! This is my first story and I know that the first chapters might be a little shitty (more than a little, actually) but it gets better after a few chapters, 'hopefully' :)

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Harry's P.O.V

I watched as my mother paced in the dressing room, in a white bridal gown that ended just below her feet. Her make up was very natural, silver earrings decorating her ears.

My eyes got tired as they shifted side to side watching her. I finally got up to get her to calm down. I held both her hands in my own and she stopped her.

"Don't be nervous Mum. You've been waiting for this day for so long, now that it's finally here, you don't need to worry." She let out a breath I assumed she was holding.

"I know Harry, but what if I trip over my own foot, or I say something wrong, or I-"

I squeezed her hands and leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

"Mum. It's going to be alright, trust me."

My mother looked at me adoringly. Whenever she did that I knew a classic motherly dialogue was going to hit me.

"My baby boy has grown up to be such a mature man. I love you so much."

I playfully rolled my eyes and wrapped my arms around her. 'I love you too mum, but I think it's time we leave this room we've been in for the past two hours.'

She lightly giggled at my comment. "Alright. Come on sweetheart."

Zayn's P.O.V

I smoked my fourth cigarette in a row, staring blankly in front of me. I still couldn't get over the fact that my father was marrying someone else. My biological mother passed away when I was nineteen. She was diagnosed with brain tumour and when we found out, it was too late to save her.

After she left me, I was so damn affected that I would spend my whole time outdoors. The alleys were my favourite spots because they were so quiet and dark. Some people might describe them as creepy, but for me, they were a source of mental peace, as I wasn't anywhere near starting daily routines of yoga.

That was the time when I got into this gang. I would do the most horrible of things, but as time passed, the sight of blood being discharged from a lifeless body, the sound of screaming for help even though there was no getaway, and the look on a being's face when they heard my footsteps approaching became most enjoyable.

Just a year later, the former leader left as he was aging and I was in charge. I would've done the same if I was him, because I had always been ahead of everyone else in everything. From getting the best of grades in school, to stabbing someone across their chest when they made the evidently erroneous decision of setting foot in my territory. I was the best, irreplaceable. And no one blamed someone such as myself for the high self esteem.

When I finally tried to move on, I found out that my father had been dating a random woman with a son approximately of my age. I thought that it was temporary and no woman in the world could take the place of my mother until it was announced that they were getting married.

I was furious. I would get frustrated on the smallest of things and punch the walls until my hands felt like they would fall right off. I even threatened my father that I was going to run away and leave the house, but my elder sister got me to stay.

And today was the day of the marriage, and it might even be the worst day of my life.

I heard my sister, Doniya call my name repeatedly, but I decided to ignore her until I felt her hand grab my cigarette out of my mouth.

"Hey! Give that back to me! Right this moment!" I yelled, but that didn't seem to have the smallest of affect on her as she dropped the cigarette to the ground and swiftly stomped on it with her tall heel and took a step back so I could see it.

"Here, you can take it."

I groaned in frustration. I hated when she did that.

"What the hell do you want, you filthy bitch?"

"Go bitching somewhere else, Zaynie. Now's not the time." She said in a mockingly and pulled me along to the church with my wrist. I could've easily pushed out of her grip but decided against it and let her think that she won.

Harry's P.O.V

I stood in front of the church doors with my fingers intertwined with my mother's as we both waited for the piano to start playing. Normally, the bride's father would walk her down the aisle but my grandfather had died three years ago.

I knew he wasn't there, but I was sure that if he was, he would've been proud of his daughter. My mother was a strong woman. She fought against her own self after the separation of her and my father, Des Styles.

He divorced her, and I could never forget the look on my mother's face as the divorce papers were sent to her through mail, as my father was on some kind of business trip. She was broken. She loved him so much. She had done so much for him. She didn't deserve all that she had dealt with. And now, that she had found someone much better, I felt more than just happy for her.

I had not seen my soon to be father, or his kids, but I knew that they were going to be my new family, and if my mother was happy with all of this, I was too.

I got out of my trance when the piano started to play, and the doors in front of me were opened by two men who smiled at the both of us. We slowly walked, one foot in front of the other.

Soon, as we came to the end, my mother left my side to join her fiancé, while I went over to stand beside who I assumed was my soon to be stepbrother.

I whispered a greeting to him for which I got no response for. Alright, maybe he didn't hear me. I heard my mother and her fiancé compliment and admire each other. I awed at them. They really did seem to be in love. A smile appeared on my face as I watched the two.

"Can we please hurry this up? I'm feeling ridiculously bored." The man next to me spoke, for which he earned a glare from both me and his sister. I could've punched him right now for saying that bullshit but decided that this wasn't the right time.

"Oh, yes, that's right. Let's get this started." His father said, out of breath. Looks like my mum wasn't the only one who was nervous.

The pastor nodded in response. "Everyone, please quiet down so we can begin this ceremony."

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