Zayn's Little Sister

"I can't do this-" His lips find mine again in hunger and I find myself kissing him back. "Harry, stop." I push him away and he grins, the dimple in his left cheek showing. "The boys don't have to know, especially your brother." "I just can't do this, not to Zayn, not to any of the boys. I can't live in a lie." He nods, understanding before turning to walk away. I grip his hand and pull his body to where it brushes mine and kiss him. "I'm such an idiot." I mutter against his lips. "It's okay. We can be idiots together."