My Stepbrother - Zarry

Art - 31

Harry's P.O.V

I woke up at about 10 am, quickly looking around my room, sighing in relief when I realised that the two Oompa-Loompas weren't in there anymore.

After putting on black sweatpants and a purple shirt that had, 'Dad jokes? I think you mean rad jokes' written on it, I headed downstairs.

On the ground lay two motionless bodies, face down, clutching something red in both their hands.

Dad, Mum, and Doniya were already gathered around the bodies, shocked looks on all of their faces.

I walked in between of them, all of them immediately moving aside to let me have a look.

"Do you know what... happened to them?" Dad questioned nervously.

I sat on the floor, beside the two blonde and black haired guys that were sprawled across the floor.

Rolling my eyes, I took the red toy poke-balls from their hands.

"You can say that the truck business got a little frisky." I mocked.

Mum chuckled and headed over to the kitchen to make us something to eat, Dad quickly joining her.

"I'm sorry." Doniya said.

"What for?" I furrowed my eyebrows in bafflement.

"That despite there being 2 spare bedrooms in the house, you have to live with-" She pointed at Zayn, "this asshole."

"It's fine, I'm used to it." I chuckled.

The two of us headed to the kitchen island, taking a seat as Mum and Dad made is some eggs and bacon.

Dad gave me my plate, for which I thanked him.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the living room.

"Do I smell... food?" Niall croaked.

"You'll have to come here and get it, mate." Doniya called out.

Surprisingly, Doniya and Niall got along very well. Dad seemed to like him too, but the high school memories seemed to still be fresh in Mum's mind as she tutted at him.

She didn't like Niall as he thought he was a bad influence on me, recalling the rough teenage days, but I loved them despite the two of us almost getting suspended one time.

Niall lazily stumbled to the kitchen island, banging his head on the wall as he came through, reminding me of how I promised myself of never letting Niall get drunk under my roof again.

Well here we are.

A groan came from the living room, and I would've thought there was a zombie apocalypse if I didn't know Zayn was there.

I ate the last bit of my bacon before getting up and getting two glasses of water and two tablets of aspirin. I set one infront of Niall, and then went to Zayn, who was still lying on the floor, rubbing his eyes.

"I hate hangovers." Zayn whined.

"Maybe if you weren't drinking like a fish, it wouldn't be this bad." I smirked.

Zayn glared at me, remembering that this was the same thing he said to me when I had a hangover.

"Fuck you." He mumbled, turning around and unintentionally kicking me in the process.

"You wish." I teased, pouring some of the water on his face.

Zayn immediately sat up, looking at me as if he'd rip my insides out.