My Stepbrother - Zarry

Daisies - 34

Harry's P.O.V

"Guys look at-" Doniya burst through the door, just as my lips touched Zayn's.

Me and Zayn sprang away from each other, which resulted in me gracefully falling off the bed.

I covered my face with my hands, as I couldn't even build up the courage to look at her reaction.

I suddenly felt so dumb for trying to kiss Zayn, inside our shared house with our whole family! Like who does that? What were the chances that no one would find out? What were the chances that-

Doniya screamed, and I assumed she did so because, let's be realistic. You don't want to see your brother kissing your stepbrother any day of the year.

"Look at my new VR headset!" Doniya exclaimed, wearing the VR headset over the eyes.

"I'm watching a 360° virtual reality roller coaster video right now! This is so amazing! Woo! The roller coaster is going down!" Doniya said enthusiastically, pretending to swim through the air.

I looked back at Zayn, who rubbed the bridge of his nose, shaking his head at Doniya.

"Thank you Doniya, very cool." Zayn mumbled, getting up to lead his sister out of the room, rather forcefully.

He shut the door and leaned against it, and suddenly burst out laughing.

I looked at him in shock, since I was still clutching my heart and breathing like I'd just ran a marathon.

"Why are you laughing?! We could've been in some deep shit if it wasn't for that damned VR!"

This just made Zayn laugh even harder, as he clutched his stomach and wrapped a hand around his mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to stop laughing.

When he finally calmed down, he came towards me with his arms stretched in front of him, and then engulfed me in a hug, still chuckling lightly.

"Cheer up, Harry. I don't like it when you're playing the serious guy role."

"I know, it's just-" I huffed before continuing.

"What is this?" I spoke, pointing back and forth between the two of us. "I mean.. are we just going to keep holding hands and stealing kisses behind closed doors, and then pretend that we can be this way forever?"

It was obvious that the question had caught Zayn off-guard. His gaze slowly dropped from my eyes to the ground, and it stayed like that for a moment.

I unknowingly dug my nails into my palms, my hands nervously clenched into fists as I waited for him to respond.

"Harry," Zayn finally spoke, looking back up in my eyes and holding my hand in his.

"Everything is going to be okay in the end, and if it's not okay yet, it's probably not the end." He continued.

I slowly nodded my head, and for whatever reason, that had somehow made my heart believe that it was going to be okay, even though I wasn't sure if my head accepted it.

"That's what my mother used to tell me when I was stressed, and it always worked." Zayn told me.

There was this undeniable spark in his eyes whenever he talked about Trisha, and I couldn't help but admire how he still loved her more than anything, even though it had been such a long time since his mother passed away.

"Seems like she was a wonderful person." I squeezed his hand.

"She was." He smiled, suddenly zoning out and getting lost in his own world, which was something he did a lot.