Blue Styles || Ziall Fiction.

Blue Styles || Chapter Two.

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Blue Styles || Chapter Two; A Fine Proposition.

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Zayn’s POV

I need money, I need money, I need money, I need money for my family. My income for being a teacher is not enough to fulfill what my family needs. Plus, it’s summer so I have no income and the only thing why my family and I still can eat is because I work in a fast food. So far, it’s enough for the food but then school starts after three days. We need school supplies, money for tuition, foods and extra money for emergencies. I need to get a great job aside from being a teacher because the income honestly isn’t enough for us. I really need to get a fucking great job which gives a great income so I can fulfill what my family needs, provided that I’m the only guy in the family.

I leaned my head to my hands in frustration as I groaned. But how can I get a fine job? I don’t want to be a prostitute; neither do I want to be a drug dealer or something. But how?

I wander, walking down the road. I kicked a rock as my gazed followed it, it landed to the grass and I saw a blonde girl. Her back was facing me and she was crying. I sprinted towards her as I reached for my handkerchief deep down my pocket and gave it to her. She stared at my hand, and then she looked up. She is stunningly beautiful, bright blue eyes, soft milky colored skin, shiny blonde curls, she’s just perfect. She smiled at me, taking the handkerchief from my hands before wiping her tears with it.

“Thanks…” She stated, giving the handkerchief back to me. I shook my head playfully, waving my hands up.

“You keep it.” She furrowed her brows in confusion but accepted it anyway. I sat beside her, taking a deep breath. I wonder why she was crying. There was a moment of silence until I decided to break it by asking her.

“Why were you crying? It was because of love, wasn’t it?” I asked, knowing that most of people’s problem is love. I don’t know why the heck they would cry over someone who isn’t related to them. Sure I’ve had few girlfriends but I never cried over them just because they dumped me. For me, family is what important and not being committed to someone. Love would just give you heartache so why do they have to cry? It’s just absurd, I don’t get it.

“Yeah…” She said, zoning out. I nodded my head in understanding as I changed my sitting position into crossed legged position. “Why are you here?” She asked, glancing to me.

I shrugged then said, “I was wandering, thinking of how I can get a great job that can support my family’s needs, my sisters’ tuition.” She hummed in response then it all went back to a moment of silence again.

“We’re completely opposite. You have family, yet you don’t have money while I have so much money but I have a broken family.” She said, lowering her head in shamed. She has broken family? But she said she was crying because of love. Now, I’m confused. “My husband and I divorced a month ago. I know it sounds so pathetic because it has been a month and I still haven’t gotten over it. All I have right now is my son… My son’s brown hair reminds me of my husband’s hair when we were young because my husband’s hair isn’t naturally curly.” She sniffled. She has ex-husband and son?! How could that be? She seems so young to have a son and ex-husband.

“How old are you?” I didn’t know what I was saying. It just accidentally slipped out of my mouth because of shock.

“I’m 35.”