Dad? [zayn malik ddm fanfiction]

Chapter 4// Silent

                The next morning, i didn’t talk once. I got ready for school, skipped breakfast, and started walking. If I’m Such a mistake then i’ll just act as if no one would want to talk to me.

I did the same thing when i got home from school. I went straight to my bedroom, and didn’t come out until it was time for dinner.

At the table, Dad didn’t talk or look at me, like always.

They all made small conversation, while i picked at my food.

I’m going to be honest, i didn’t eat one bite. i wasn’t hungry.

After dinner i went straight up to my room again.

After about an hour of being alone, there was a knock on my door. Since when does my family want to talk to me?

“who is it?” i ask softly.

“its mummy hun, open the door..” she says sweetly.

i sigh and get up from my chair that is placed where my desk is. I open the door and go back to sit in my chair, to continue sketching.

“hey love.. your dad and Anna went to your uncle niall’s house.. i was wondering if you maybe wanted to go see a movie?” she asks. My eyes become brimmed with tears,

“can’t..” i whisper.

“why?”

“I’m grounded..”

“hun.. i know you didn’t do anything or make up any rumors. we all know your the quiet child in the family.. I’ve been trying to tell your father that but he doesn’t listen to me.” she says and comes over to me as she sees tears sliding down my cheeks.

“t-then why did y-you look at me l-like you w-were disappointed with me y-yesterday?” i ask shakily.

she sighs, “ i don’t know.. I’m sorry i did that to you baby girl.. i didn’t mean it.. I’m sorry your father acts like this too.” she says and rubs my back.

I sniffle,

"it’s ok.. I just want to know why he hates me so much?”

“He doesn’t hate you roxy..”

“he acts like it though…” i whisper.

“ i know.. i’ll talk to him, see if that helps alright?” she asks, and i nod. She smiles,

“so, what have you been drawing lately? your always sketching!” I giggle,

“nothing too extravagant.” i say.

“may i see some of the new ones?” she asks. I nod, and flip to the newest drawing that i started before dinner, and finished about 10 minutes before she came to my room.

“oh love its beautiful!” she says as she gazes at the meadow i drew with sunflowers, daisies, one big tree off to the right, a blue sky,and bright yellow sun.

i smile, “glad you like it mum.” she smiles.

“So how about that movie?” she asks. I smile and nod.

“Alrighty then! what are you waitin for! go put some jeans on!” she says happily and i laugh. I always enjoyed this side of my mother. The one side where she will always remind me that everything will be alright in the end.

I got up and went to my closet and changed into jeans and a Gray zip up hoodie that went over my “i eat glitter for breakfast” t-shirt. I put on a black beanie and my black vans, and head back out to where my mother was sitting on my bed.

“lets go.” i say with a smile, this time, it wasn’t Fake.