His Silent Cry ⇒ z.p.

Chapter Five

Dedicated to my angel, zapsterpiece, because I can never be grateful enough for her existence. And for the brand new covers! HAHAHA lol. <3

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"So where's your roommate?" Louis immediately asks as soon as he spots Liam walking alone towards the campus grounds.

"Left him at home, he was sulking like an oversized baby. Honestly, I don't care," Liam responds, shrugging. He continues to make his way to his locker, Louis following close behind him.

"Are you sure you did nothing for him to do that?" Louis asks, suspicious.

Liam was surprised, because Louis doesn't usually imply those things towards him. He turns to his friend, who had his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised at him.

"Why are you suddenly on his side, Louis? And of course I didn't do anything to him! I may hate him more than anything but that doesn't turn me into an abusive monster," Liam responds, a little too defensively. The earlier image of Zayn curling himself into a ball and crying softly haunts him, knowing that it was his words that made him that way.

"Maybe you weren't physically abusive, man. Verbally may be the right term for you," Louis retorts back. Liam was taken aback, because maybe, that was what he was doing. But being his prideful self, he shrugs the thought away.

"I don't understand what you're saying, Lou, but I don't like what you're implying. I thought we were friends!" Liam exclaims, still cannot believe that Louis, out of everyone, thinks of him that way.

"We are friends, Liam. I swear. And being friends mean that they point out the negatives their friends do and try to correct them," Louis reminds him, but it fell on deaf ears as Liam turned his back on him.

"I don't wanna hear any of your bullshit, Louis. If you're still gonna be defending that worthless Zayn and try to accuse me of being abusive, then consider this friendship to be over," Liam says in finality, as he walks towards his own locker and leaving his best friend behind.

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"Mr. Horan?" Niall was stunned when he heard the familiar voice of Ms. Vera calling him from the faculty room.

"Anything I can do for you, Ms. Vera?" Niall asks, confusion evident in his features.

"It's a good thing I finally bumped into you, Mr. Horan, because I haven't seen Mr. Malik in days. And I believe you two are the best of friends, correct?" Ms. Vera questions, to which Niall only nods. He was still confused as to why Ms. Vera called his attention, but he was sure this has something to do with Zayn.

"The last time I saw him in my class, he was drawing this," She starts, pulling out an already crumpled piece of paper from her folder. As soon as he finally comprehended its content, Niall gasped at the message. It was a picture of a father physically abusing his son, in this case, it's Yaser towards Zayn.

Around the picture were degrading words that Yaser never fails to call Zayn, words that were already embedded and scarred Zayn's fragile mind and soul.

Worthless.

Good for nothing shit.

Disgrace.

Mistake.

Faggot.

Ugly.

Big, fat slut.

...And among others. Reading those words brought tears to Niall's eyes, because Zayn didn't fall in any of these categories. And it hurts, because he was called these things for so long that Zayn, himself too, started believing these lies.