My sister's boyfriend

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I really need to get away from him.

Zayn, once more, dug his way into my heart. Right in front of his girlfriend.

I was playing video games with Harry. It was Black Ops 2, and they were on multiplayer.

"No!" Harry screamed frustrated, dropping his remote. The screen replayed a perfect headshot made by, no other than, Lipayne247.

I bursted out laughing, holding his sides instinctively. Harry pouted in front of me, demanding a rematch. It wouldn't matter anyway, for Harry sucked at such a violent game.

"It's violent, all that blood and weapons." Harry reasoned, an angry blush still in his cheeks.

"It's okay to admit you lost, Harry. It's hard to take the Payne" I laughed once more at his own reference and Harry punched my shoulder lightly.

"Arse" He mumbled, turning his controller off. I eventually died down with a few deep breaths.

"So who's this Louis guy?" I  raised his eyebrows at Harry, whose blushed returned for a different reason than anger. I smiled fondly. Harry finally told me about a guy he's been seeing. Louis graduated last year and is now going to college.

"You've seen him, Li. He went to our school for crying out loud. And- Stop that!!" Harry yelped, pushing my pinching hand away from his cheeks. They remain a bright pink as the door to Liam's room opens.

"Sorry Harry, you gotta go. Dinners ready." Perrie spoke quickly before slamming the door shut. I wondered briefly as to why Perries in a hurry.

1. She has to see someone

or, to my worst hopes

2. someone is here to see her.

Harry yawned, getting up from the floor. His curls bounced out of his bandana and I ran my hand through them.

"Dude, get your hair cut." Harry left the room, me following close behind. I didn't want to look beside me as i passed the dinner table. I knew mom, dad, and Perrie was there, yet I'm not sure about the other lingering eyes. But I don't have to be sure to know it's Zayn.

"I'll text you later, kay?" Harry stood at the doorway. I nodded, trying to avoid the people watching us.

"ok, see you later." I said and closed the door. I Turned to four pairs of eyes on me.

"What?" I lifted my hands while walking to the dinner table. I took my seat, avoiding who's beside of me. Doesn't mean he avoided me.

"You know you could've asked him to stay for dinner." Mother scolded me, but not too harsh.

"He has to go visit his boyfriend, mom. Not like my best friend is practically living with me." I rolled my eyes before taking a bite of my potatoes.

"When did he get a boyfriend?" Perrie asked, her voice full of disgust.

"He's kept it a secret from me for months; he wanted me to meet him first." I shrugged.

"I don't get gays. I mean, no offence Liam, but isn't it weird how you have sex?" Perrie babbled on, and I got angrier by the word. No offence? Ha, it totally didn't hurt the first time I told you too.

I closed my eyes and dug at my chicken. I won't yell at her at the dinner table. Something warm began to crawl up my leg. I panicked, thinking it was a bug. It wasn't; It was a hand. I snuck my hand under the table to snatch it away, Zayns hand, but he was too strong. I looked at him, above the table, to see he wasn't even looking at me. He was talking to Perrie. As he laughed, he rose his hand further. I jumped and everyone stared at me.

"You okay?" Zayn asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. I wanted to scowl at him, but I didn't.

"I'm fine." I replied sternly, trying to get him to read between the lines to stop touching me. He returned to Perrie, his hand continuing to stalk upwards towards a sensitive place. My breathing became labored as I grasped the table. This was wrong.......

He was nearly there and I did nothing to stop it. I tried to ignore his warmth as I finished my plate, and now I sit politely. I waited for the remaining eater, A.K.A. Perrie. She's a really slow eater.

A gasped loudly, blood rushing downwards now. He touched it, and now is trying to silently unzip my pants. Why did I let this happen? I'm a horrible brother but OH......it feels good.

I covered my gasp with a cough, taking my napkin and excusing myself from the table. I hurriedly ran upstairs, shaking off the feelings of his hand.

I forgot about it and look what happened. He ended up grasping my dick. It's semi-hard right now for gods sake!

I got in my room, a bead of sweat tricking past my chin. His touch effected me too much for my liking. I tried thinking of turn offs like grandma naked, but knowing Zayn is close just makes more blood rush. Knowing something is better than thinking something.

It could've been minutes, or an hour. I changed into shorts, eying my boner questionably. It was a noticeable tent, something I didn't want to mess with.

With my back to the door, someone entered my room.

"Can you leave for a few minutes?" I didn't look over my shoulder, but I knew the door closed. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it turned into a faltered gasp as the familiar warmth of a hand just entered my shorts. My freaking shorts!

"ZA-" I began to protest but his free hand covered my mouth.

"Shhhh.....babe, you're going to have to keep quiet and let me do my job here." Zayn's voice was soothing, stopping me from saying I'm not your babe now get off me. Instead I stood still, feeling his hand slide underneath the small material once more. I probably should've worn boxers.

It was as if I had given him full access to me, and, technically, I have. This is wrong, I knew this, yet I couldn't pull away from the feeling. It's like trying to stop gravity......impossible.

He grasped me and pleasured me in ways unknown. (A/n: Hahahha I may be a smut writer, but I'm not writing this smut scene ;) ) He left as soon as he's done, leaving me to clean up after my own orgasm. This shouldn't of happened, but I'm not guilty. Maybe I need a smack in the head.

All I know right now are a few things:

1. Zayn obviously doesn't want Perrie to know his "affections" for me

2. I'm definitely not telling Harry until I'm sure of his intentions

3. School is next week.

Either way, I'm fucked.