My Stepbrother - Zarry

Tears And Rain - 19

Harry's P.O.V

The sun peeked out from the horizon, but the clouds were more dominant as they rained over the dry land. Rain was a norm in England, especially in this season.

The raindrops bounced off of the metal of the vehicle, as the wipers moved side to side on the windscreen, but the water never left.

It was comforting for some reason. I took a deep breath, bringing on a forced smile to my face.

My ears were deafened by the sirens, and my eyes blinded by the tears. This was bad, real bad.

I firmly held his hand in my own as I traced my eyes over his beautiful features.

"Zayn?" I whispered. Even though I knew he was unconscious, a part of me still wanted to hear his voice.

"Zayn, please."

"S-Stay." I looked down as I choked on a sob.

The ambulance was speeding off to the hospital. I had called the cops, and they had asked me questions, many questions, those of which I couldn't answer, making the excuse of being too shaken up at the time.

Why had life become so difficult in the span of a couple months? Why had it taken such a huge turn?

I sucked in a sharp breath.

Its because of this man. The man that brought so much pain to me, but also made me feel like I was above the clouds.

I hated him. I hated the way his eyes glisten when he smiles. I hated how his hair falls on his forehead when he is asleep. I hated how he bites his lips when he's deep in thought. And I hated that he was absolutely perfect.

The driver hit the brakes as he stopped in front of the hospital. The back doors opened, exposing us to the cool air as people rushed in to help.

I got out, and the next few moments passed in a blur. Everyone rushed in, and it wasn't a lot of time before my family came in with horrified looks on their faces.

They came and stood next to me, all of us facing the door of the room Zayn was in. Yasir looked down, his chest heaving, still in shock.

"W-What happened?" He questioned, and I thought of what to say before explaining.

"Someone tried to rob him, and when he didn't give in, they started shooting at Zayn. He sent me a message to me but when I came it was too late." I tried to form the best lie possible at the moment.

"Oh." That was all he said before he sat down.

I sat down with him and we saw two officers approaching from the left. I braced myself to be bombarded with questions.

"Mr Styles? Would you like to come here for a moment?"

"O-Of course." I got up as they led me to a quiet area, with two people sitting there that they asked to leave.

"So, what exactly happened? We want to be told everything." The officer ordered.

I gulped as I looked at the two officers in front of me. Here we go...

"He was coming back home and-"

"Coming back from where, exactly?"