My Stepbrother - Zarry

Packing Up - 03

Harry's P.O.V

The doorbell rang. Even though they were just coming over to help us finish the packing, I was still kind of nervous. Especially because of that Zayn guy. I was wondering what kind of trouble he was going to engender today. And that drama on the after party, it made me want to go beast mode on him.

"Harry! Get the door already!" My mum yelled from the kitchen.

I lazily made my way to the door, not at all keen to spend another day with my obviously deferential stepbrother. I slowly twisted the knob, as I wasn't in the mood to rush. After an episode of absolutely no hurrying, I opened the door to see my beloved family.

"Hey young man, how've you been?" Yasir said, sounding ebullient and happy. He ruffled my hair and walked past me to greet his wife.

"Fine, thank you." I said, wanting to be mannerly.

"Hey there, Harry!" Doniya said as she engulfed me in a warm hug.

"Hey, Doniya!" I tried to sound as exuberant as I could.

She went inside the house, leaving me and Zayn alone. That guy didn't even bother to say hello. I turned around and was about to stride away when he decided to be vocal.

"What the hell took so long?"

This bloke is a goddamn pain in the ass.

"Absolutely no fucking interest in seeing you." I replied promptly and then walked away.

I got engaged in trying to wrap the sundry utensils as perfectly as I could. Don't blame me. I like everything to be immaculate.

"Zayn! Don't just sit there! Go and help your brother!" Yasir called out from the living room.

"Getting up..." Zayn sounded as lethargic as my grandfather did when my grandmother told him to take a bath already. He wasn't a very hygienic person. I let a small smile creep up to my lips at the thought.

"This is what you're trying to do, isn't it?"

"Huh?"

"Celebrating with a smile whenever I seem defeated, and trying to pretend that you're the most meritorious soul that ever touched the surface of the Earth and making me look like a complete idiot."

"Jealous much?"

"I'm serious-"

"-Seriously jealous I see..."

"You'll never understand. You're not in my shoes."

"Try to understand yourself before trying to make others understand you.'"

Zayn just looked at me as if I had just crawled out of the ground. After what would be a whole minute of him glaring at me and me ignoring him, he grabbed a mug and a sheet of newspaper.

We spent the whole afternoon trying to empty the house. The Maliks' were quite helpful. And I had to say, Zayn was very quick in getting everything done when he finally started to do so.

I was down to the last box. It was quite heavy. I just had to pick it up and place it in the car's trunk. But that was the problem, I couldn't.

I tried with all the strength I had left in me to make it move, but it wouldn't work. At first glance I would look like a muscly six-foot lad that could pick you up with one hand, but in reality, I sometimes had a hard time trying to get a pack of Doritos to open...

I cursed and kicked the box...

"Stupid box."

Kick

"Son of a bitch."

Kick

"Smellier than poop."

Kick

"GET THE FUCK OFF THE GROUND!"

I heard a deep chuckle on my right side.

"NOW WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M GODDAMN BUSY?!"

"Keep it down Harry boy. I was here to ask you if you needed any help. Your screaming is echoing through the whole house."

"Hah... Hah... Hah... Help? From you? I would rather spend my whole life trying to make this piece of shit leave the ground for once than ask you for a single favour. And anyways, you're not stronger than I am, so you wouldn't help anyway..."

"You sure?" He questioned.

"As sure as I'll ever be." I taunted.

Not listening to me, he moved forward and with one swift movement, carried the box in his large hands and left.

I was watching him wide-eyed.

No. I know. He must've glued the box to the ground and that glue only worked on me... Is that even possible? Well... At least we're done.

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