Blue Styles || Ziall Fiction.

Blue Styles || Chapter Nine.

A/n: I’m really really sorry for the long long wait. And another sorry because this is really short, it’s more like a filler and I think this chapter sucks but enjoy it.

Blue Styles || Chapter Nine; Doubting the Triumphant.

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Zayn’s POV

“Sooo Joe…  You said you were best friends with Blue, right? And I want to know about more my son. We never really had the time to get to know each other so since you’re his best friend, might as well ask you.” I shrugged, sipping a cup of tea.

I know it’s not good to use Joe just to take advantage of Blue, but it’s the only way for him to be mine and I’m willing to do everything for him. We just met about three months or so but I feel so connected to him, I feel so attached to him. It’s like everything he does attracts me, everything he does turns me on like no one else did.

“Where do we start? Basic?” He asked as I nodded my head in agreement.

“Blue’s favorite color’s green, his favorite place is McDonalds, he’s claustrophobic and he doesn’t know how to swim.” Joe said shrugging. So, his favorite color’s green. I shall remember that. Note to self: Change the color of wallpaper into green.

“How about you tell me who his first kiss was? Who his first boyfriend was and such.” He spat his tea and felt himself reddening in embarrassment. He scratched the back of his neck, coughing.

“I- uh- I was his first boyfriend…” Wait… What? Did I hear it wrong?

“Come again?”

“I was his first boyfriend and his first kiss…” He mumbled, reddening.

This is so confusing! They’re cousins, best friend and they’re first love is each other? What the actual fuck is happening in earth? I shifted myself uncomfortably from my sit and took a look at Joe.

“How come?” I asked dumbfounded as I let it all sink in.

“We were really close to each other… We still are but not as close as we were before. When we were little, we really hate each other but our mothers forced us to be friends. We both gave it a shot until I reached the age 14 and he reached the age of 11. It was like a cliché story because I found out that he secretly likes me when I accidentally read his diary. That time, I’m hopelessly in love with him – or so I thought I was – then I confessed what I feel. But after that, I thought it’ll be good but I was wrong. We started fighting and fighting so we both decided to split up. I was only 14 and he was 11 but we’re like adults when we fight. He’s smart so expect him that he sounds like 21 year old when he talks. Then I moved to Tennessee to go there in high school.” He finished taking a sip of tea.

“Oh…” Really? Is this for real? Was I dreaming or something? I shifted my position and said, “How about his IQ number?”

“His IQ number’s 162.”

“WHAT?! HE’S A GENIUS THEN!”

“He is. He can speak 10 different languages at the age of 4. He can solve maths mentally, and when I say maths, I don’t mean the normal problems in algebra.” He smiled.

“But, why does he still go to school then?”  I asked because hell… He should have gone to a university when he was 5 or something.

“He doesn’t want to be considered as genius. Have you ever heard him speak different language?”

“No.”

“See? It’s because he wants to be considered as a normal boy. He’s afraid they will treat him differently. He had learned writing songs and playing guitar by the age of seven. Aunt Taylor is also smart but she is nothing compared to Blue.”

“Tell me more about him.”

“Well, there’s something about him that I am sure you don’t want to know.” He shrugged, taking a sip of tea then placing it back to the mini table in front of us.

“No, I want to learn more about him. There’s not a thing I want to miss.”

“Well, don’t do something remarkable, and when I say remarkable, I mean something bad and memorable because he won’t stop pestering you unless you pay back. There was once a boy in our previous school, he was really cocky, rude. He’s also a bully and he tried to bully Blue. You wanna know what happened?”

“What?...”

“Blue destroyed him, physically, emotionally and mentally. Blue did the most awful thing to him, he hurt him physically by pulling pranks – not the pranks that a typical boy does – he humiliated him, then kept on saying awful and cruel thing in his ear until he got insane. The boy was put into a mental hospital and was diagnosed into a suicidal state, provided that the boy tried to kill himself three times. The first attempt was cutting his throat with a razor, the second attempt was swallowing sleeping pills as many as he could then the third attempt was jumping off of a bridge…”

What? I thought I’ve learned the things I should know about him. It turned out I was wrong after all… Maybe what I was planning is not a good plan at all. May be I was just putting myself and my family in danger…

“Then what happened to the boy?...” I asked cautiously.

“The boy and his family moved somewhere… Ever since, I had not heard about him anymore… So you better watch all your moves Zayn, you better watch your moves if you’re planning something cruel.”

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