Dear Brother

Dear Player

"I'll be your crying shoulder, I'll be love suicide, I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life." ~ Edwin McCain

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Let's just say, Harry and I spent the night at his apartment... No harm was done, we watched Netflix all night and cuddled. I didn't take him as the type of guy to cuddle but I guess i was wrong, I learnt a whole lot of stuff about Harry that I didn't know like he's father and mother are divorced, his father casually sends him money so does his mother just to keep him happy. He's father remarried a woman who is eleven years younger and he hates his step mother. I wasn't the best person when it came to comforting people but I was a really good listener at first Harry thought I was going to throw myself on his bed and open my legs. Note the sarcasm.

In my defence I sternly told him, he wasn't going to get it that easy which led to us watching Netflix, my favourite series orange is the new black. I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a train, probably the vodka kicking in. Harry was peacefully asleep on the other side of the bed, his curly hair sparrowed on the white pillow cases, his pink full plump lips, shirtless but still very cute. I'm really sorry I'm gonna have to break your heart...

"Morning beautiful." He squeezed his eyes open, since the sun was leaning in through the curtains. "Morning Harry." I said slipping a strand of my blonde hair away from my face, I could feel him glaring at me so I asked "What ?!?" He soon realised I had noticed so he simply shrugged "Nothing."

"Okay, so do you mind dropping me off at the dorms ?" I brushed the tense awkward moment off.

"Yeah let me get my shirt."

"I'm wearing it." I coughed chuckling a bit and he smiled back.

"It looks good on you love, let me just grab another one." He dropped his famous smirks, a part of me reminded myself that I needed to pull myself together and do what I said I would because I can and I will.

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Harry dropped me off at the dorms, the drive was in comfortable silence. I was about to open the door when he stole a kiss from me, I swear I was caught of guard too. When i arrived at my dorm, all I wanted to do was take a shower , attend my lectures then maybe grab coffee with Angie before that... Its still kind of early so why not ?!?

Swiftly opening the door so I don't wake her up and get bombarded with questions, tip toeing inside with my shoes in hand trying my best to be as quiet as possible but mission failed when I realised there's another person in the room, just what I needed.

Zayn.

"Where the hell where you ?" He whispers but his voice becomes louder probably because of the invisible steam coming out from nose. What a drama queen !

"Zaneh, I'm f*****g talking to you." He raises his voice.

"So don't talk to me, I didn't ask you to." I snap dropping my shoes on the floor.

"What has gotten into you huh ?" He continues harassing.

"Oh, what happened was I stopped trying to please everyone and now I just do whatever what stirs my coffee." I forced a smile.

"Liste-" I cut him off.

"Don't talk to me Zayn just don't, its really too late to be playing big brother now...stop pretend like you actually give a flying f**k about me."

Angie then walks in, all dressed up.

"Morning Angie, isn't it a great morning." I force a smile tilting my head to Zayn.

"Morning Zaneh, indeed it is." She hugs me before giving her 'boyfriend' a kiss.

"So where were you Angie ?" I ask getting my shampoo, towel, basically everything I need for my shower.

"Well I should be asking you that ?" She smirks and Zayn scrowls his face. I hate him and it feels so good to admit it.

"I was hoping if we could catch up on coffee ?"

"Yeah that would be cool, Zayn want to come-" i cut her off.

"No offence Zayn but I was really hoping to spend my day with your girl friend although you can have her all tomorrow ?" I pat his shoulder. Boy do I enjoy pissing him off.

"Yeah sure." He says coldly leaving banging the door and I smirk clearly proud of myself.

I meant it, I don't want anything to do with him. All he does is make me look like a fool in front of his friends, remind me over and over that his the better twin. I'm starting to believe that the more he treats me like s**t, I actually boost his confidence...

"He's not a morning person." I blurt out. Angie sits down in an annoyed expression.

"What's wrong Angie ?" My smile drops sitting next to her.

" I just feel like I'm not good enough." She says coldly.

"You are too good for him trust me, but what makes you say that ?" I frown.

"Well whenever his with me, all he does is ask questions about you or we f**k then he leaves."

Zayn is a d**k, how can he use her like that.

"Are you sure there's nothing going on between you two ?" She speaks again when she notices that I won't reply.

I mentally want to throw up.

"No ways, Zayn is not my type besides that we are always fighting." I try to make this seem normal without any suspicions.

"But you guys have this chemistry like a bond and its undeniable that he cares about you."

"So why did you say yes to him ?" I bluntly say.

"So that you can have him ?" I laugh at this response.

"Uhm no Angelica, if you haven't noticed I'm busy with Harry... I do not have time for Zayn Javaad Malik."

"Is that his middle name ?" She chuckles her mood lighting up a little..." How come you know so much about him ?"

"We come from the same town and we went the same high school besides I saw it in the year book." I lie through my teeth.

"That's some messed up s**t, why don't you just date if you have so much in common ?"

"Do you hear yourself ?" I give her a questioning look.

"I mean did you know, he is allergic to cheese just like you."

"What a coincidence." I shrug " Angelica I don't want to sound like a bad friend but you deserve better and you should probably dump Zayn."

"What no I can't, never." She stands up.

"Look if he reacts like his hurt and begs you then take him back but if he acts chilled and doesn't do anything about it then its simple let him go, he doesn't care !" I suggest grabbing my things for that shower.

Before I open the door she calls me.

"Zaneh ?" I turn back.

"Yes ?"

"Thanks- thanks for being a good friend."

"I might be wrong so, we won't know unless you try."

"And Zaneh, if Harry ever hurts you, he will have me to deal with." She smiles and I return the gesture.

"I don't think I will be the one hurting." I smirk. "But thanks Angie."

"What do you mean ?" She covers her mouth.

"You know exactly what I mean." I wink at her.

"I really thought you liked him you know, that's really some Oscar winning award acting but what if you fall for him in the process ?"

"Honestly I don't believe in Love and I never will." I shrug before closing the door.

I used to but I just don't anymore.

I really liked Harry.

Have you ever liked someone so much that you started hating them.