My Stepbrother - Zarry

Moving In - 04

Harry's P.O.V

My welcome into the car was with a smirk that indicated my defeat. I tried not to notice it but would look at him from time to time.

Our thighs were lightly touching, and for some reason, that slight contact was making me nervous. My eyes wandered over him and lingered on his face.

His sharp jawline that I believe could cut, pink lips that resembled a cherry tree's blossom in spring, long eyelashes that delicately framed his hazel eyes,  cheekbones that were possibly the best god given ones that the world had ever seen, and his smooth olive skin that made me want to stroke his tinted cheeks.

Fuck. What the fuck is wrong with me? I need to stop. I'm 100% straight, and there's no questioning or changing that. I only like women and always will. Homosexuality is all in the mind. Men can only love women and women can only love men-but he looks so damn beautiful-No. No. Nope. Not happening. I need to get a hold over myself.

I focused on the road for the rest of the drive. It took us about half-an-hour to reach our new house. It was larger than ours and was Victorian style. We made our way into the house. I carried the luggages one by one and set them inside by the door.

The interior of the house was as good as the exterior. I had to say, the house was pretty descent.

"Welcome to your new house! Get comfortable! Feel at home!" Yasir announced, obviously excited. I thought that he was a good man so far. I just wanted him to keep my mother happy after all that she had gone through.

Mum ran up to him and pecked him on the lips.

"Eww! Get a room you two!" Doniya said covering her eyes.

Everyone burst out laughing except for Zayn, who was looking outside the window, looking deep in thought.

What was the problem with this guy?

I walked over to the living room and sat on the orange bean bag in the corner of the room. This was an exhausting day, and I was quite hungry. I had eaten nothing but an apple for breakfast, and since then, nothing had entered my mouth. But if you come to think of it, there's so much that could...

I sighed at how fast my mind would move onto this kind of crap.

"Harry, would you like to have pizza for dinner?"

"I'm not hungry, but thank you Mr.Malik."

"Oh hush Harry. I just heard your stomach growl like a lion."

And here I thought that was the most skilful of my lies.

"I might just have a little then..."

"Stop trying to be modest. I know this generation could eat pizza all day, everyday. And remember, you can call me dad."

I smiled at him. Getting to call someone that after so long, it would be amazing.

"Thank you dad."

"No problem son."

"Two days can't equal twenty-five years." Zayn popped out of nowhere as dad left.

"I'm not trying to replace you with myself Zayn. You will always have your place, let me make up mine."

"Well, your place is overstepping mine."

"It all depends on how you look at something."

"That's such an overused line." Zayn rolled his eyes.

And with that, he left the room and walked upstairs.

I didn't know a lot about him, and I'm sure he wouldn't let me do so either, but what I did know was that I would be requiring some time to get used to Zayn and his behaviour.

I turned on the television and started flipping through channels until I landed on something entertaining. It was a comedy film, and it was actually quite hilarious, but I would not find it funny at all as one way or the other, my mind would always wander back to my stepbrother.

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I'm done with Chapter 4! The next chapter would be coming soon and would have a little bit of something called drama in it. I'm not getting any feedback, please try to leave a comment! I would truly appreciate it.