My Stepbrother - Zarry

Straight, Or Is It? - 14

Harry's P.O.V

It had been a week since my incident with Louis and Liam. I was discharged from the hospital two days ago, and I've been on bedrest since then. I couldn't move around, but it was nice to be back home.

Zayn's promise came out to be true. He really has been of a lot of help. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm starting to like Zayn, a lot.

I don't know why, but it's like him just being here makes my heart calm. He makes me feel safe, and at home.

I heard someone coming up the stairs. It was like they were tiptoeing because there was no sound except for the floorboards creaking. I looked at the clock, 4:20 am. Well, it is late. Everyone should've been asleep.

Wait. If everyone should be asleep, who is this? My heart pounded with the fear of it being someone who wanted to inflict harm on me, more of it.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I heard the sound of the doorknob turning.

Please God not again. Don't do this to me.

"Harry?"

I let out a sigh of relief as I recognised the voice.

"What happened? You look like you've seen a ghost." Zayn said as he smiled at my expressions and came and sat on the bed.

"I thought it was someone else." I breathed.

"Don't worry Haz." Zayn cooed as he took my hand in his, causing the butterflies to come alive. "You're safe now." He said as he turned his head to the side. I couldn't prevent the heat that rushed to my cheeks. It was unbelievable how he could do this to me, even though I'm straight, right?

"T-Thanks." I stuttered. I hated myself for becoming so nervous, around a man, who also happened to my stepbrother.

Zayn smirked as he clearly noticed what he was doing to me. He lightly stroked my hand, and that small action caused a rollercoaster of emotions to rush through me.

"W-What were you doing d-downstairs?" I asked, mainly to break the silence.

"Oh, yeah. I came home late, at about 3. And I wasn't sleepy so I decided to grab some snacks from the fridge and watch Netflix." He stopped stroking my hand, but still held it firmly.

"W-What did you watch?" I spoke, still nervous as hell. Get yourself together Styles.

"Friends. It's my favourite show." He brightly smiled. I couldn't help but adore how his eyes lit up.

"Mine too..." I spoke, calming down as the conversation carried on.

"Really? We should watch it sometime then. What do you say?"

"Sure! I mean you could never get bored of that show. You know, I didn't understand why everyone loved it so much, but then I watched it and I was in love. Who's your favouri-"

"You're so beautiful." He interrupted, almost dreamily.

Thanks Zayn. That helps me calm down.

I was at the loss of words as I dumbly stared at him with my heart caught up in my throat.

"I mean just look at you." He continued as he ran his index across my cheek. "Your smile, those charming dimples, your curly hair, and those gorgeous, gorgeous green eyes." Zayn whispered.

It was like I was in another world, and so was he, as Zayn didn't seem to think before saying anything.

"Boy, there is so much I could do to you..." He trailed off as his hazel eyes visibly grew darker.

How am I supposed to respond to that?

"What about you, Harry? What do you think about me?" He tilted his head to the side and bit his lip.

Should I tell him? That he makes me go wild. Makes me go crazy. Makes me feel like I've never felt before. Makes me-

Ring. Ring.

"Oh. Excuse me." Zayn said as pulled out his phone. It was like he had to come back to his senses.

"Really? Yeah, yeah. I'll be there in ten. Okay. Yeah. Thanks." Zayn said, looking rather worried.

"Is everything alright, Zayn?" I raised an eyebrow. I supposed that he got a call from his gang-mates, which meant that it must be quite important.

"Yeah, everything's alright. You should go to sleep."

"Are you sure?"

He left without responding. It didn't seem like everything was alright to me.

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I finally updated. I'm sorry for being so lazy. I'll be publishing the next chapter sometime today or tomorrow. By the way, I'm in London! Going to Bradford today. Counting my chances to find Zayn's old house to dig my grave beside it:)