My Stepbrother - Zarry

Past Meets Present - 21

Harry's P.O.V

"Niall?!" I gasped. I thought he moved back to Ireland!

"Yes. It's Niall, the knight of people's dreams." He smirked as he showed off his biceps.

Oh well, the cockiness still lives.

"What in the three hells are you doing here?!

"I'll tell you all about it, but have you lost the chivalry? Not even going to invite me in?"

"Oh yeah. Come in." I said as I opened the door wider for him.

He gladly stepped inside and examined the place.

"Nice place you've got there. Live all by yourself or with a girlfriend or something?"

"No, I live here with my Mum, Stepdad, and his two children."

"Why haven't you moved out yet? And when did your Mum get married? And why the fuck do I not know about all of this?"

I sighed and smiled to myself. He had always been curious, a little too curious but yeah.

"I did, for college, but came back after I finished to live with my Mum."

I looked back at him to see his eyebrows raised as he waited for me to answer his second question.

"Oh. It's been about nine months."

"And..?"

"I dropped my old phone in my soup to see if it could float. I wasn't able to contact you because I never really memorised your number and I came to know that it couldn't... float."

"Oh Hairy." He smiled and pulled me in for a hug, which I happily accepted.

"Fuck off, Nail." I smiled into his neck.

"I've missed you."

"I've missed you too." I hugged him tighter, surely crushing his bones.

"Okay I get it. Too tight, too tight- HENRY STEELS YOU'RE CHOKING ME!"

He tried to get away but I kept holding him, soon letting go when he started tickling my sides.

I wrapped my hands around my torso as I ran to the corner of the living room, trying to protect myself from Niall's hands.

"Rule number one if you want to stay in my house. No. Tickling."

"Oh come on. It's fun."

"It isn't when you're at the edge of peeing while being a fully grown man."

He huffed before giving up.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes and plopped onto the couch. I hesitantly went over and sat next to him.

"So you were-" I looked back at him, only to find his hands raised to tickle me again.

"No, Niall." I said sternly.

"Ugh, you're such a killjoy."

"Anyways, you were going to tell me about how you ended up here."

"Well, I went back to Ireland for college because of how much my Father was insisting me to. And then after I was done with that waste of time and energy, I went ahead to start a modelling career."

"You what?!"

"A modelling career. People absolutely love me." He smiled smugly as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Oh I'm sure they do." I pushed his shoulder playfully.

"And there were better opportunities in London so here I am. I bought a mansion too."