My Stepbrother - Zarry

Bitter - 24

Zayn's P.O.V

This being the day I came back from that damned hospital, my family had planned a 'welcome back' dinner, to which I was inviting Louis and Liam. I was excited for this, but I didn't understand why Harry wasn't calling Niall over.

I really liked Niall, not only because of looks, but also because he could really hold a conversation. I'd love to get to know him better.

Just as I was about to touch my phone, the man I was about to call stumbled through the door with a huge stack of pancakes and a glass of apple juice.

"Afternoon!" Harry chirped, smiling as widely as humanly possible.

"Hey..." I greeted, too captivated by the delicious food being brought to me. It had been a long time since I'd had some real food, since what they gave me in the hospital is something I'd rather choke on.

Harry scratched his neck after setting this in front of me.

"Is this all for me?!" I exclaimed, happier than ever.

"Mum's making soup for you downstairs. I made this for myself and decided to show you how it ended up. Looks marvellous, doesn't it?" Harry flipped his hair.

Disappointment washed over my features at what I heard.

"Oh. Yeah. Marvellous."

"You didn't think it was for you, did ya?"

"No, no. Of course not."

Harry started eating his pancakes right there and then, surprisingly not noticing me hungrily staring at the beauty he called his breakfast.

"So, uhm... Why aren't you inviting Niall over?" I decided to ask the question that had been on my mind.

Harry abruptly stopped chewing and looked at me as if I had told him to shave his head. Had they had a fight or something?

"Why're you asking?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Chill, mate. I was just asking you because Mum said that we could have our close friends over, and Niall perfectly fits that description, doesn't he?"

"I- uh. He'll probably be busy or something." Harry furrowed his eyebrows and looked down.

"Have you tried calling him?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Well, can I have his number then?"

Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking extremely frustrated.

"Why do you want his number, Zayn?" Harry glared at me and clenched his jaw.

"What the hell is wrong with you today?! I just want to talk to him, for fuck's sake!" I yelled and sat up on the bed.

"Give me your phone." Harry spoke, not making eye contact with me while taking my phone and putting Niall's number in my contacts. "There, you happy now?"

I raised an eyebrow, as confused as humanly possible. What is up with him today?

Harry got up and left, slamming the door behind him.

I stayed right where I was for a minute, trying to process what just happened, when my hand almost knocked the glass of juice over. I grinned in realisation of
the tray of food in front of me and gladly started feasting upon it.

Well, at least I've got some decent food. And you know what they say, you always get what's meant for you.

I looked for Niall's number in my contacts, quickly dialling it as I waited for him to pick up.