My sister's boyfriend

5

I hissed, trying to step out from the bed. I tried getting out of bed as silently as possible, but my ass was burning. What is wrong with my ass?

Don't answer, that was a rhetorical question; I know the fucking answer.

I searched for my pants, my ass burning fiercely. My head was pumping. I tried to ignore it as I scanned the floor. I moved around and found them right behind the door. Well I can imagine it being there.

I slipped them on and looked for my shirt. It laid ripped and all I did was pout. He fucking ripped my shirt. I liked that shirt too. Guess I'm going out shirtless then.

I didn't look at Zayn or his sleeping features. I'd probably stare at them for a while and think intently about how peaceful and calm he looks when he's like that. I can't handle that, especially since he took me here. I can't believe I lost my virginity to him. Yeah, yeah I was a virgin, leave me alone.

I left the door open and walked out, my intentions clear to let him know I won't be there when he wakes up. I stepped over puke, cups, and passed out bodies trying to get to the door. Must've been more wild than I thought.

I turned on my phone and went to find out where in Hells name am I?

I tried to walk but it came out sideways as I walked a few steps. I lost my virginity to an asshole and not adding this asshole could possibly be my new step brother soon enough. Fuck this, Fuck him, Fuck that, fuck me, and I do not mean that literally.

You know what? Whatever, I'm walking home with my half dead phone.

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"Where have you been? It's almost time to leave damnit." Well its nice to have my ass burning and I have a sister yelling at me. Thank you Perrie.

"Hold on, let me change." I ran, well tried to run, up the stairs. I feel like kicking his ass if I see him today. Like literally kicking his ass and asking him how does that feel to walk around like that all day.

I shut my door harshly and scrambled through clothes. I chose a random pair of jeans and a white T shirt. Casual clothing.

Fuck my ass it burns.

I hate complaining about this, but still. The ass burns. Now I'm laughing at myself.

I walked out of the room a bit weirdly and Perrie caught it quickly.

"Oh my gosh, did what I think happen?" She sent a load of winks and I thought desperately of a worthy lie.

"I tried to sneak out yesterday and I fell straight on my ass. Course I didn't lose it." I rolled my eyes, a hint of a smile tugging at my lips.

"Well next time land on your feet. Thought I heard something last night." She snapped and I was beginning to question what her problem was.

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She was really tense. I could tell. She was slightly sniffling and her eyes were red.

"Per, what's wrong?" She looked briefly with a fake smile but I wasn't having it.

"And don't pull a shit lie." I snapped and her smile disappeared. She sighed heavily and took her hand off the wheel to wipe her eyes.

"Someone at a party Zayn went to last night said he was sleeping with someone else." Oh no. I tensed up.

"Listen to what you said. Someone said he did. You don't know until you ask him about it. Maybe it's not how it seems." It felt painful to say the sincerest of words out. I placed my hand on her shoulder and it felt like venom. I've caused this, her pain. Yeah I was drunk but I still did it. Now I continue to talk as if I'm not the one ruining everything.

She sniffled. "Yeah, I'll just ask him. Best thing to do." She wiped away a lonely tear, a small smile towards me. I managed the smallest of smiles, turning my head before it was a grimace. Not one at her, but towards myself.

I, Liam Edwards, adopted brother of Perrie Edwards, have broken my little sisters heart with a single mistake of letting someone in too much.

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"Talk to me." He didn't plead; it was more of a demand. I knew I wouldn't, I was trying to take notes. He should just give up now because I really don't want to talk to him.

"Guess we'll do it the hard way," he nurtured and grabbed my hand.

"Mr. Philips, Liam is feeling desperately ill. Can I take him to the office?" It was like his eyes shown brighter, as if persuading or some kind of hypnotism.

The teacher glanced at me, then Zayn, and ushered Zayn along. Fuck. Zayn rushed a thank you and dragged me along.

I began protesting as soon as we left the classroom but all he did was hush me. Man, I wanted to slap him.

And he dragged me to an empty room. I learn soon enough that asshole I think he is, is fake.