My Stepbrother - Zarry

New Faces - 23

Niall's P.O.V

I licked my fingers after finishing my fourth bag of Doritos. My nutritionist wouldn't be happy, that's for sure, but Harry's new family sure had a lot of food stacked up, which is one of the reasons I came here almost everyday. Harry's stepfather must be making a decent amount of money.

I trotted across the room and to the pantry, my mood immediately being ruined when there was no more my kinda food left.

"Harry! Where'd all the food go?!" I called out, hoping that he'd tell me that there's more.

"Funny you're asking that."

I hopped up on the counter as I groaned. People call me childish for my unconditional love for food but what would life be without it anyway?

Harry's ringing phone caught the attention of the two of us, but I decided to look in the cabinets, disinterested in Harry's dry conversations.

Not even two minutes later, a jumping Harry entered the kitchen.

"Niall! Niall! I have great news!" He said as he held his iPhone 6 as if it was his most prized possession.

"I do too." I shrugged.

"Found myself a can of Mac and Cheese." I said as I stared admiringly at the green can.

Harry ruined my love scene as he snatched the can out of my hand.

"Hey! Harry I swear if you don't-"

"Zayn is alive and conscious again!" Harry exclaimed, very rudely cutting me off as he did a happy dance around the place.

"Really?! Woo! Congratulations mate!" I said, trying to match his excitement.

"Thanks! Let's go to see him!"

"Wait, wait, wait. You mean I get to witness his majesty's extraordinary looks first handedly?" I clapped my hands together.

Harry rolled his eyes as he grabbed me by the ear and dragged me to his car.

The drive wasn't too long, and Harry's driving skills had considerably improved, judging from the time when we had freshly graduated and Harry drove his Mum's car straight into the Sheriff's Ford.

It wasn't long before I was entering Zayn's assigned room.

I was more curious than anything to meet him. I'd always had a not-so-subtle crush on that glamorous set of cheekbones and that stunning jawline.

And there was the man, though he looked tired and worn out, his looks did not disappoint. His hair was very majestically all over the place, and I would recognise those honey-like hazel eyes from a mile away. The corners of his luscious pink lips turned up when he saw Harry. Yes, I might sound like a creep, but we're talking about Zayn Malik here.

"Zayn!"

"Harry!"

They both crashed into each other in a bone crushing hug, which made me worried for Zayn, as they held onto each other with Harry bursting into a mix of happy and sad tears, and Zayn's beautiful smile never leaving his scientifically perfect face.

My eyes drifted to the left side of the room, seeing two confused and unfamiliar faces looking at me and the known face of Anne's, who stared at me in bewilderment.

I remember that she didn't think I was the best of people Harry could've befriended, which started by making her trip on olive oil and some marble balls in kindergarten, having gotten my inspiration from the legendary Tom & Jerry, and then shaving my initials into her cat's fur in first grade.