Harry's P.O.V
I woke up with a jolt, immediately lying back due to the banging I felt in my head. I could feel the sun through my closed eyes and I heard light humming coming from my right.
I opened my eyes a little to see Zayn standing in his boxers and looking outside the glass doors to the balcony with a cup of coffee in his hands. He had his back to me, which allowed me to run my eyes over his body. His small waist and his broad shoulders, and the tattoos that were scattered around everywhere.
Something glistened in the corner of my eye, and I looked to see Zayn's wallet that was so thick I could bathe with the money in it, his watch, a box of cigarettes, and a pistol, and not too surprisingly, the muzzle was facing me.
That made the events of last night flood in. I didn't remember much from the club except for me bringing home a girl who I couldn't recall the name of, but what happened after that had really sobered me enough to remember that Louis and Liam had drugged the girl and Zayn had decided to place a not so brotherly kiss on my neck.
I let my hand travel to the spot, right below my ear. It felt as if someone had ignited a flame there. I shook my head as I quickly reminded myself that he probably did that to everyone, to express his dominance as Zayn Javadd Malik by making others melt at his feet.
I also thought of how Zayn had told me that he was going out with Niall, and I had managed to convince myself that Zayn was probably saying that as a joke to try to get on my nerves like he always does, and that there would be no way Zayn could be attracted to guys.
I mean, he could have any woman he wanted. He had everything. The bitchy but mysterious personality any girl seems to swoon over, the God-like looks, and the money. A lot of money.
I groaned over the headache that seemed to stick to me like a magnet, being even more irritated by the noises coming from downstairs as I pushed my face into the pillow and the humming stopped.
"Morning, Haz." I heard Zayn say, which had me almost passing out because of his use of the nickname he made up for me even though he said he hated nicknames.
"Morning." I said, my voice muffled because of the pillow.
Zayn chuckled, making me jump when I heard his voice from my right.
"Rough night?"
"Yeah..." I trailed off, wondering whether Zayn actually thought anything of the night before.
"Open your eyes."
"I don't want to." I grumbled, trying to push Zayn away. Instead he grabbed my hand and held it in his own, soothingly running his thumb over it.
"I've got some Aspirin."
I shot up at that, immediately regretting it when it only made the headache worse. As if he had already seen it coming, Zayn handed me a bucket as I puked in it. When I was done, I quickly downed the pill with a glass of water he held for me.
"I hate hangovers."
"Maybe if you weren't drinking like a fish, it wouldn't be this bad." Zayn rolled his eyes as he got up from the floor where he was kneeling and sat beside me on the bed.
"Maybe if you weren't such an asshole last night, I wouldn't be drinking in the first place." I lightly kicked him, lying back onto the pillows.
"Oh? So you blame me for not being able to handle problems like a mature adult?"
"You were the problem, Zayn." I held my middle finger in front of his face, turning on my side with my back to him.
"About last night," I turned back to look at him and continued, "You aren't really going out with Niall, are you? I kind of figured it out five minutes after you told me, you couldn't be gay."
I saw him hesitate for a moment, seeming to think long and hard over his answer before speaking.
"Yeah, I was just messing with ya. I couldn't be gay, ever." Zayn shrugged.
"I knew it!" I threw my fist up in the air, quickly pulling back down at the realisation that it wasn't normal for someone to be this happy at finding out that their stepbrother wasn't dating anyone. "I knew you wouldn't see anything in him anyway."
"Why wouldn't I?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "And... why are you so concerned in the first place?"
"I mean- like, y-you know, it'd be kind of weird for my s-stepbrother to be dating my best friend." I lied.
"Oh, Uhm.. Okay then. I'll see you in an hour or so..?" Zayn replied, slowly walking out of the room as I waved and got ready to get some much needed sleep even though I just woke up. I could never eat or sleep enough.
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After sleeping for around two more hours, I finally felt better. I checked my phone to see that it was now noon.
I got out of bed, brushing my teeth and then stripping off to shower. After I was done, I put on skinny jeans and a pink shirt with Spongebob on it.
I walked down the stairs to only find Mum sitting in front of the couch, peeling some tangerines as she watched the news. Doniya must've left for her job at the community center, Dad would've been at work, and Zayn must've been somewhere around.
I looked to the T.V. screen as some politician screamed that LGBTQ+ rights should be taken away into the various microphones in front of him.
My Mum shook her head as she changed the channel, deciding to watch a documentary.
"Mum?"
"Yeah, Harry?"
"What do you think of people that belong to the... LGBTQ+ Community?" I questioned nervously, thinking that she probably wasn't a big fan.
"Ah, I don't need to think any differently of them just because they belong to that community, do I? They are just people living their lives the way they want to, and I, as a person respect that. In fact, it's amazing." She smiled.
"What about... y'know, same-sex relationships and all..?" The question had been troubling my mind for a long time now, and I knew that the first person I had to come to needed to be my Mum.
"Love is love, and people being the same gender wouldn't change that. It is something beautiful no matter who it is between. All we need to do is let people live with whatever they choose to unless they are bringing someone harm by their actions, and of course," She cupped my cheek. "Treat people with kindness. No matter what or who they identify as."
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Be prepared for some Zarry in the next chapter :)

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My Stepbrother - Zarry
FanficHarry 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...