records {z.s.}

5.

So like, I really do not like this chapter I think it's kind of stupid and boring but I had to write a filler I guess, so aye, here ya go!
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Zayn was so extremely excited that he had finally made a friend, someone to talk to other than his sisters and his mum, someone to actually bond with and gossip about all of the cute boys. He finally felt a small pinch of happiness down deep in his heart.

Niall had made a promise to Zayn that he'd text him after he'd gotten out of eighth period. And as soon as the last bell rang, Zayn was snatching his phone out of his deep pants pocket and clicking the little button at the top to view his home screen.

Sadly, Niall had not gotten the chance yet to give him a little text so Zayn clutched his phone tightly in his hand as he shuffled his feet through the crowded hallway, progressively making his own way to his locker.

Immediately after Zayn pulled his locker open with a small click, he spotted Niall stepping down the hallway with Louis Tomlinson, the football jock, as they chattered on about who knows what. Zayn felt like calling Niall's name out, but he didn't want to draw any attention to himself. So, instead of yelling his name, Zayn waved his hand at Niall and Louis, nearly begging to get their attention. But Zayn almost felt heart broken as neither of them bothered to even look up from their conversation. Zayn peered his eyes down towards his phone as the two boys curved around the next corner towards the front parking lot.

The poor boy let out a slow sigh as he slid his phone back into his pocket, grabbing his needed things from his locker and shutting it closed with a slight slam.

He told himself that the only good thing from today was the fact that it was a Friday. On that note, he hurried his legs outside to wait for his mum by the curb. Friday meant records.

When he finally noticed his mum drive up beside him, he hopped quickly into the cluttered Ford, pulling the door shut with him.

"Well hello, sweetheart. How was school?"

Zayn leaned his elbow on the window, staring his eyes out at the boring scenery of the school grounds as a small mumble fell from his lips.

"Wonderful."

His mum bit her lip in a nervous action, a small nod following after.

The rest of the way to the record store was blissful peace. He sat there with his earbuds shoved in his small ears, brown eyes pierced on the grey and hazy day.

The record store was small, but it was big enough to hold thousands of classic music. No one ever really went to the records store anymore considering all of the newest technology and gadgets that ruined society.

When Zayn's mother pulled up by the tiny little shop, he pushed the door open with a small force before she even came to a completely stop. As his feet hit against the tarred parking lot, he felt this weird feeling of relief wash over him, he felt safe and renewed.

With a few stomps against the cold hard ground, he was rushing inside of the shop and towards the very back like usual.

Here he found his rather small feet plotted in front of a brand new stand. Zayn carefully picked his fingers through the new records, the ones who had not yet been destroyed in any way whatsoever, the ones who were still pure and neat-looking. A small grin creeped onto his lips as his fingers pulled out a Beatles record, his favorite Beatles record called 'Let it Be'. He muttered a few happy noises under his breath before quickly tapping through the other records just to take a glimpse at what was there.

Fortunately, the green eyed boy never did show up. Zayn didn't want to even look at him after his little incident the other day.

As Zayn was shuffling his feet out of the long row of records, his feet immediately came to a complete stop when, in front of him, stood Andy.

"Oh, look who it is!" Andy said with a loud laugh.

Zayn just stood there, taking in every single mean and hurtful and rude word Andy could think of.

"Too bad we aren't in a deserted hallway, otherwise, I'd be beating you to a tiny little pulp." Andy's laughs had now turned into an ugly cackle, his perfectly straight and white teeth sticking out.

Zayn pushed his body pushed past Andy as his laughter did not die down, Zayn was tired.

After the fatigued boy paid for his new music, he ran to the front of the store, fingertips on the handle of the door, and he stood there, debating on whether or not he should go say something back to Andy while he could. But, Zayn decided against that, figuring it would only cause more problems, so he pushed on the front door as it gave a little ding and jogged to his mother's car.

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When Zayn rushed through the door of their little house, he felt a tear trickle down his cheek. He was so tired of the words, the hurt. He was so tired of having no friends to help him. He was so tired of everything.

When he decided to check his phone once again, he let out a long sigh as there was still zero new messages.

So, Zayn trudged his way back to his tiny room, tip-toed into it and closed the door gently behind him.

"Thank God for Friday." He mumbled softly to himself as he fell down onto his plush bed.

He only felt his eyes get heavy when he started to stare at the now pouring down rain smacking against his window outside, a few occasional tears deciding to roll down his cheeks.