My Stepbrother - Zarry

Actor Of The Decade - 13

Zayn's P.O.V

We got a call from the hospital at around 1 p.m. Everyone else was so shocked and it looked like they'll puke their lungs out. My lovely mommy couldn't even breathe. The sight was hilarious. But I obviously had to put up an act so no one got suspicious. I even ended up shedding some tears cause I got some fucking skills.

We were currently rushing to meet Mr. Styles. Anne had her head on my shoulder and was wetting the whole of my shirt. She obviously doesn't realize how expensive it is. I mean THE Zayn Malik can't walk around with wet patches on his clothes. That's just disgusting.

After about ten minutes, Dad parked in front of the hospital. Anne lifted her head up from my shirt and I finally felt my heart beat at a steady pace. As I pushed the car's door open, I heard a loud thump on my side, followed by a chorus of gasps.

What I saw should be part of a comedy movie. Sweet mommy lay on the floor as she had somehow fallen face-first while getting out of the car. Yup. Someone's definitely not okay.

It was hard to control the laughter that threatened to erupt any minute now, but I managed that and quickly rushed to mommy's assistance.

"Mum! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, thanks Zayn. I'm just a little shaken up..."

"You sure must be. You're very brave mum. I thought you should know that."

Anne smiled at me and cupped my face. Ew.

"I'm so lucky to have you."

Yeah. You sure are.

"Okay. That's enough of this mother-son love. Let's go inside now." Dad said as he extended his hand for his wife.

We walked inside, on a very sluggish pace, since Anne was basically putting all of her weight on Dad. And Dad, who had obviously aged, was facing some difficulties.

I ignored them and headed over to the receptionist.

"Hey there. I'm Clare." The receptionist greeted, as she discreetly undid the top buttons of her blouse.

I hated the hospitals, which was, in other words, a sea of bodies fighting the war of life and death, and then you had people like Clare.

I rolled my eyes at her, extremely annoyed because of my non-existent attraction towards girls.

"Yeah, hi. Can you tell me the room number of patient Harry Styles? The victim of a beating? He was recently brought in here."

She charmingly smiled at me and typed some figures on the keyboard before looking back at me.

"It's room number 73 on the first floor. And by the way, if you need anything, and I mean anything, you can come to me."

"Thank you for that. It's really nice of you. By the way, you should probably button up your blouse, it's really cold today. Don't you think?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh... Umm... Yeah. Sure." She nervously responded, clenching her jaw, obviously taken aback by what I said. But I didn't regret it one bit.

Doniya quietly laughed behind me and winked at Clare. I smiled and walked over to the elevator, with my head held high. My amazing parents followed close behind.

I pushed the buttons to the upper floor and we soon arrived there. We walked to room number 73, and after opening the door, I saw something that scared the hell out of me.

Harry lay there, his eyes shut. His head was bandaged and there was a cast casing his fractured arm. His lips were unusually swollen and remains of blood were still visible.

Anger boiled inside of me. I thought that he'd just have minor injuries, but Harry looked almost dead.

I strode out of the room and dialed a number on my fingertips as I prepared to hear Louis' voice.

"Hey Zaynie poo. Happy with our work? You must be, aren't you?" In his usual cheery tone,

"Happy? My foot! You wrecked the poor man! What have you fucking done, you little shit!"

I screamed into the phone, receiving a few stares from some janitors and visitors around me.

"Calm down boss. I apologize if we were a little hard on him, but isn't this what you asked for? This always happens when we punish someone with a 'beating'. Actually, it's much worse."

I realised that what he was saying was true. Louis couldn't ever have done this if it wasn't for me. I hung up without a word as guilt flooded my brain. I turned around as my feet carried me back to Harry. Anne sobbed loudly as Doniya comforted her. Dad stood in the corner, talking to the doctor as he enlisted a number of injuries that Harry was suffering from. He said that the anesthesia was expected to wear off about now.

I walked over to Harry and didn't have control over my actions as I embraced his face.

"Harry..." I whispered.

As if right on cue, Harry's eyes slowly fluttered open.

"Z-Zayn? You're here?" Harry spoke, almost smiled while seeing me, but that didn't last long. "But... Its too late now... You know, they beat me up so bad. I asked them to stop, but they just kept laughing at me. And it hurt so much but-"

"I know Haz. I know."

"Why didn't you save me, Zayn?" Harry softly spoke, his eyes watering.

I looked down at the floor. Harry just seemed so innocent right now, but look what I had done to him. I had inflicted so much pain on him and made him feel like he was going to die. But because of what? Because he wasn't talking to me? Now that I look back at everything, what I did just seems ridiculous.

"I'm sorry. So sorry Harry. Please forgive me for not coming. But I promise that I will be by your side whenever you need me. Just give me one more chance." I pleaded, even though I knew that I didn't deserve another chance because I was the reason for this. It was a plus point that he didn't know that part of the story.

"You Promise?"

"I promise."

"Forever and always?" He spoke and I let a smile creep up to my lips at his choice of words.

"Forever and Always." I said, truthfully.

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I'm sorry if this chapter seems but that's just because this is like a staircase to the following chapters. Btw, thank you all so much for taking this story to over 1k reads! All of the support is amazing:)