Harry's P.O.V
"Zayn's in a critical condition and has lost a lot of blood. Doctors say that he needs a blood donor or else.." Dad trailed off, but we didn't need him to finish to know the answer.
I looked down and fiddled with my fingers.
Dang it.
"What's his blood type?" Mum worriedly asked.
"It's B positive." Dad mumbled.
My eyes lit up as I looked up at mum, who mirrored my expressions.
"I'm B positive too!"
"Oh! Are you willing to..?" Dad questioned, hope finally sparking in the room.
"Of course! Yes!"
"Alright! Let's get you to the doctor."
Dad pulled me along from my elbow as I followed him. He talked to someone at the reception and then I was taken to another room where my the nurse took my blood, with a syringe of course.
"This should be enough. He obviously won't fully recover but this surely would increase his chances of making it." The Doctor spoke as he stood at the edge of the room.
"You should get some rest now, son. And thank you." Dad put his hands on my shoulder.
"No I'm fine. It's okay Dad. Zayn's the one you should be worrying about right now." I shrugged.
"You've been here for hours, go home and get some sleep."
Huffing, I decided that maybe I am a little tired.
"Promise to call me if there's any news about Zayn?"
"Of course Harry. Now move along."
I figured that I'd take the bus since Mum and Dad would probably need it. I sat at the back of the bus and plugged in my earphones, eventually ending up crying and the emotional music was really not helping.
The lightheadedness from the blood loss made me feel really dizzy.
I got off at the nearest station to my house, and then, with plenty difficulties, walked the rest of the way. It was still raining, so I tugged my jacket closer to my body.
I wish I could just hold Zayn right now. His body's warmth was what helped me sleep at night.
"Ugh." I groaned.
I need to stop fantasising about my step-brother.
Oh how I wish our parents weren't married and madly in love...
Shut it, Henry. You're as straight as a bloody pole.
I unlocked the house, quickly heading to my room and jumping into the bed and underneath the covers.
I don't really like sleeping alone since I'm so used to having Zayn by my side at this point.
I sighed and rubbed my temple.
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My Stepbrother - Zarry
FanfictionHarry Styles is a twenty-four year old who lives and loves the ordinary life. He believes in treating people with kindness and just valuing the small things. Zayn Malik is a twenty-five year old who has many secrets, one of which is that he is the l...
