My Stepbrother - Zarry

The After Party - 02

Harry's P.O.V

The wedding had gone pretty smoothly if you ask me. But I still didn't like how my now stepbrother behaved. I found out that his name was Zayn. It was a unique name, and he sure had a unique personality.

We were now at the after party. Doniya was seated next to me where as Zayn was seated on the opposite side, which I was quite thankful for. I didn't even want to see his face at the moment. My now father and mother were discussing how and when we were moving into Yasir's house.

"Doniya, Zayn and I will be coming to your house tomorrow to help you with the packing." Yasir announced.

"No! I can't go! I've got to go to work!" Zayn suddenly shouted.

"Zayn, lower your voice." Yasir scolded. "And you have a night job don't you?"

"We've got a day shift tomorrow." Zayn responded, and I didn't believe him one bit.

"Zayn, stop making lame excuses. You're going and that's final." Yasir said, as if he had read my mind.

"But dad-" Zayn tried to confess but was interrupted.

"I said you're going."

I tried to hide a smile that formed on my face but couldn't help it.

"What!?" Zayn yelled at me, causing to turn a few heads. My smile just grew wider. It was kind of nice seeing Zayn's attitude being crushed like that. To stop myself from smiling, I just sipped my wine.

"Harry." I heard my mum's voice. I looked up from my wine glass to her.

"Yes mum?" I made the most innocent baby face and tried to act like nothing happened at all.

"Behave." She said.

"Of course mum."

I saw Zayn roll his eyes in the corner of my eye. I genuinely enjoyed teasing Zayn like that. Living with him might not be the worst idea...

Zayn's P.O.V

I glared at Harry. Who does this guy think he is? If he wouldn't have had this new brotherly relation with him, I swear he would've been dead by now. His mother would have been mourning at her son's funeral instead of attending this shitty party.

I sighed in frustration. Looking up to see Harry smiling even more.

Fine. So this boy wants to play? Let's play.

"Dad, remember when you asked me if Harry could stay in my room?"

"Yes, I do remember. Why?"

"Well, he can."

My father stared at me. He was looking quite surprised by my sudden decision. I knew he was suspicious as based on our previous conversation, me and Harry weren't getting along really well.

"Are you sure, Zayn?"

"Of course I am."

"Oh alright. It's nice to see you giving him a chance. Isn't it Anne?"

"It really is Zayn. Thank you." Anne said in a timid voice.

"Anything for my family." I said. And this time, it was me who was making an innocent face.

The slamming of fists against the table caught my attention. Harry was louring at me. I smirked at his reaction. He's not the only player in this game.

"I'm not staying with Zayn." Harry said, his eyes still locked with mine.

"Harry. He's your brother." Anne chided.

"You could've raised your son better." I said, looking Harry over and making a disgusted face.

"Zayn! Enough! I've had enough of your shit! Apologise to your mother! Right now!" My dad yelled at me.

How dare he? He had never yelled at me. Now just because of his new wife, he's going to act like that?

I stood up from my chair and gripped the side of the table with both of my hands, so tightly that I'm sure that my knuckles had adapted the colour white. I looked at my father straight in the eye.

"She is not my mother, don't you even begin to convince me!" I made sure that everyone heard. I didn't care what they thought of me. What I said was true.

No one could take the place of Trisha Malik.

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I just finished the second chapter and I know that the number of times I used 'now' in this chapter is annoying, but I just wanted to show that they didn't just adjust to everything just yet. I hope you all are enjoying reading this as much as I'm enjoying writing this. Please leave your feedback :)