When Brianna's mother dies recently, she moves in with her stepbrother, Harry, after finding out her stepfather doesn't want her staying with him anymore.
"What? I thought you were Zayn. He came in here like three hours ago. Didn't you let him in?" I ask him, and he sighs.
"Yeah, But I didn't know he checked up on you. He's probably gonna change your mind about me."
"First of all, I haven't made a decision about us yet. And second of all, he's still my boyfriend, Hazza. He's gonna be here."
He pouts and his lip pokes out in the most adorable way, and I can't help but give into his cuteness.
I roll my eyes, sitting up and wrapping my small arms around his torso.
"You're such a baby." I mumble into his shoulder, and he shakes indicating that he's laughing.
"Yeah, But you're my baby."
I sigh, pushing him off of me playfully. I give him a quick peck on his cheek, and leave my bed to put some decent clothes on.
I'm planning on going over to Zayn's tonight, just to see if I really want to stay with him.
I mean, if I broke up with Zayn it doesn't automatically qualify Harry to be someone I want to do things with. I mean, it's going to be frowned upon, since he's my ex-stepsibling and so we would have to keep it on the low. That's too much work for me, cause my dumbass could slip up and say somethin. And also, I don't know if I really want to break this new brother-sister bond we got going on. It's pretty nice.
After Harry has left and closed my door, I went into my closet and picked out some black leggings and a gray crop hoodie.
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I slipped on some light gray high top vans and turned my lights off as I slipped out of my room, walking into the living room.
"Where ya going, love?"
"To Zayn's right quick. We've gotta talk." I tell him, and he nods his head.
I step into the elevator and press Zayn's floor number, and eventually arrive. I didn't have to ring him because I have the passcode to his floor anyways so he probably doesn't even know that I'm gonna be here.
As soon as I enter the living room, it's quiet. I think that he's not here until I hear noises in the back.
As I neared his bedroom door, it got louder and louder and when I opened his door, I gasped in shock.
"Brianna! You weren't supposed to see this!"
A/N
What do you think happened?
And do you think it's good or bad?
Well I've gotta essay to retire so I'll update this in about three years as always lmaoooo.
