I Won't Tell -Zayn Malik Au-

Chapter Forty

~Zayn Pov ~

Along the drive home from Harry's, what Liam said to me at the gym still came to me. I don't know what made him snap but it sure as hell surprised me that he changed. He did gave me something to think about along the ride home. I don't like what i'm doing, it was only a payback for what happened four years ago and it still stayed with me. And not just that, many other things.

I pulled up in the driveway of my house, I could see the living room lit through the thick drapes, so my mother's home. I stepped out of my car, slinging my gym bag over my shoulder, making my way up to the doorstep. 

I fumbled with my keys, unlocking the front door and walking inside, dropping my bag onto the floor. 

"Mum?" I called out shutting the door behind me and setting the keys in the key bowl on the table. "Mum, I'm home." I called out, but was surprised by no response.

I walked inside heading towards the living room to check if she's in there. "Mum?" I said peering in.

That's when I see the back of someone's head, well a man. Who is the guy? Is my mother expecting him over?

I could see his head slowly turned in my direction and our eyes locked. I could feel anger seeping through.What the hell is he doing here?

He stood from the couch his eyes not tearing away from mine, as mine not tearing away from his. He's quite tall as i remember and broad shaped. I still can't get the fact what he's doing here, standing in my mother's living room; in her house. 

There was an uncomfortable silence between us, neither of us don't know who will speak up first. So i broke the silence. "What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed, my jaw clenched. 

"Hello .. son" He spoke.

"No one asked you to come here. So i suggest you leave." I glared at him, anger already taking over.

The sound of footsteps entering the room but i didn't bother turn around. "Zayn," I hear my mother's voice. "Please let me explain-"

My father raised his hand for her not to go on any further. "Its okay, Trish." Then he turned back to me, letting out a sigh. "I want you to listen carefully to what i'm about to say."

"No, there's no listening to you! I want you out of our house now!" I yelled pointing to the direction of the front door.

"Zayn, I understand you don't like me. And its okay to not like me. But i am your father-"

I shook my head not wanting to hear that part because as far as i know he's not my father. He's a selfish bastard who walked out on me and my mother. He hurted us both and i'm not letting that happen ever again. My mother found happiness ever since he left and I'm not letting him ruin that.

"No you're not, my father. I don't want you come around us. You abandoned us both, so just leave." I said, fuming.