My Stepbrother - Zarry

Goodnight - 05

Harry's P.O.V

The pizza arrived in around 20 minutes, and we all feasted on it, except for Zayn, as usual.

He was upstairs, and he hadn't come dome down since our bitter discourse. The bad blood between the two of us was clear. We weren't on good terms, and I didn't expect any better from the future.

We were seated on the kitchen island. I was on the farthest stool, and was digging in on my third slice. I was completely famished before eating, and the savour of this deliciousness was just making me want more. I've never forgotten to keep a graceful demeanour, but man this pizza was good.

"Not hungry, eh?" Yasir chuckled.

''Maybe I was a little bit...'' I trailed of while I tried to hide my embarrassment and to stop eating like I hadn't done so in days.

"Zayn! Wait!" Dad called, and everyone turned to look at who he had called to.

Zayn was wearing black ripped jeans with a white polo shirt underneath a leather jacket, and with that he was wearing matching leather fingerless gloves. His sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, exposing all of his tattoos. His arms were covered in black ink and he was wearing black boots. His hair was jelled up in a perfect quiff and his overall look was turning me on. How could a human being possibly look so damn good?

"Come on here! We've got pepperoni pizza, your favourite!" Dad cheerfully called Zayn over:

"I don't even like it anymore..." Zayn huffed.

"Come on Zayn. I'm worried for you."

"Bye dad."

And with that Zayn walked out.

Arrogant egocentric idiot.

After dinner, all of us spent some quality family time. We would occasionally laugh at some comment Yasir made, and the best part was, that my knock knock jokes actually got some appreciation.

I was lead to my new room by Doniya. It was far down the hall, a little bit farther away from the rest of the house. I wondered why Zayn chose that room as his own, there were many others in the way too.

"This is your new room. I hope you like it."

"It's wonderful."

"That's good to hear. And dad got a separate dresser for you. You can arrange your things in there."

"I will."

"Alright then. See you tomorrow."

"See you."

The room was really spacious. It was plain, but modern. With a chandelier hanging in the center of the room, and two doors, excluding the entrance. One of them was for the bathroom, and the other was... Locked. Well... I just hope that there isn't an Annabelle in there or something.

On the right of the room, there was a king-sized bed. Looks like I'll be sharing then...

I suppose the shared bedroom and bed were an attempt by Yasir to try for me and Zayn to get along, even though I didn't really see that happening.

I took out some comfortable clothes to sleep in from my bag. I would usually sleep naked, but that was because I slept alone. So now, I had to change my routine a bit.

I stripped out of my current clothing and stepped under the shower. After getting wet, I reached out for my body wash. Next to mine, was Zayn's. It read, 'Spearmint, Lemon, and Lime Luxury Body Wash For Men'. I chuckled at the name. Mine just said, 'Men's body wash, shampoo, and face wash'. I mean, who even buys such shit? You just wash with it, don't you?

After cleaning myself up, I got into bed and pulled the covers over myself. It wasn't long before I drifted off into a dreamless slumber.

~

The door opened, and then was slammed shut. I jumped out of bed.

"What happened?!"

"Oh, didn't remember you were here."

"Didn't remember? You fucking disturbed my sleep! No one does that! No one!"

I knew I was the dramatic kind, but I wasn't lying, was I?

"Are you always this loud?" Zayn frustratingly ran a hand over his face.

"Loud? I'm loud? You just fucking slammed the door at-"

I looked at the clock.

"4 am? The hell? What were you doing out so late?"

"That's none of your business."

"I'm your brother. It is my business."

"Well damn."

"Ugh. You're such an annoying son of a bitch."

When I uttered those words, Zayn's expressions immediately changed. He strode towards me, dragged me out of bed, and pinned me to the wall.

"SON OF A WHAT? SON OF A WHAT? WHO THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL A BITCH?"

Looks like I'm not the only drama queen around.

"Stop being dramatic. And I called you 'A. Son. Of. A. Bitch."

I didn't realise what was happening, until I fell to the floor. He had punched me square in the jaw. I tasted blood in my mouth, and just closed my eyes to try to get rid of the excruciating pain.

"Oh- Harry- I'm really sor- I didn't mean to- Are you okay? Should I bring some-"

I looked up at him, my vision blurred. He ran a hand through his hair and kept looking around nervously. He might've even tried to apologise, but couldn't as he just roughly tugged at his hair and left.

I went to the vanity and stood in front of the mirror. Looking at my reflection, I realised that blood was dripping down my lips, and they were swelling.

I headed to the sink, and splashed water over my face. Did what I say, really come out to be this much of a big deal, that he had to, hit me? I wasn't even referring to his mother. Was he really that sensitive?Nobody had ever done that, so how could he? How dare he?

I realised that this wasn't the time to think about such things, so I just got in bed and tried to go to sleep.

After a while, I felt someone rub their thumb over the wound on my lips. I slowly fluttered my eyes open, to see Zayn.

His hair was messed up, his eyes were swollen, his cheeks were red, and stained.. with... tears. Had the Zayn Malik just been crying?

''Zayn?"

"Goodnight Harry."