The Beginning

(22) Oh my god....

Two days later

"Hello?"

"Hi is this Liam Payne?"

"No, may I ask who's calling?"

"That's a secret sweetheart."

"What do you want?"

"Gather your friends and put the phone on speaker."

"Liam, Louis, Harry, Zayn come here!" Niall yelled, trying hard not to stutter.

They came down the hall, confused. None the less they sat down as Niall put the phone on speaker.

"Alright, we're all gathered around, now what do you want?" Niall breathed out,clenching his fists.

"£1,000. Unless you wanna say goodbye to your family."

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Louis spoke, voice laced in confusion.

"How about we have Trisha, Zayn's mom, say one last goodbye. Then we'll see if this is a joke."

"Don't do it!" Trisha spoke, desperation and defeat in her voice.

"M-mum...?" Zayn asked, tears brimming his eyes.

Then, a scream erupted from the phone.

"No, no, no! You sick bastard!" Zayn screamed as Liam and Harry tackled him.

"Is it a joke now? Bring me the £1,000 by the New Year or else Liam's mum, Niall's brother, Zayn's sister, Louis sister will die. Goodbye."

Zayn and Niall broke down into tears as Liam sat confused.

"Wait, why would somebody, a girl, threaten to kill our family. She might or might've hurt Zayn's mum but doesn't mean she's dead." Liam spoke to Louis, seeing as was the only one listening.

"I don't know. But they never said anything about Harry's family." Louis spoke

Zayn cried and cried, face red as he tried to calm down. The thought of his mother being gone was just too much.

"I need some alone time." He sniffles, unwrapping Liam's arms from around his waist.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Liam asked, standing along with Zayn.

He nodded before walking upstairs and into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door.

' my own birth giver might be dead and I'm over here being a fucking cry baby. Grow up Malik! Don't be a pussy and stop crying. Stop being such a softy and just grow up! You don't even need your mom.' Zayn told himself, gripping his hair tightly and slightly tugging on it.

He sighed, running his hands over his wet face.

'But that's my mum, I can't just do that to her.'

'She might've neglected me for the first three years oft life, but you still love her and need her.'

He thought, knowing better. His mom was probably looking down on him now and laughing at how pathetic he is being.

He groaned and looked at himself in the mirror. His tanned skin was nothing but oily, red puffy eyes and little of his hair on his forehead.

He wasn't sad anymore, he was angry. Angry at himself for allowing him to grow like this. A disgusting little fat ass was all he was.

Zayn didn't know what he was doing until he felt the shatter of glass and shouts of his friend on the other side of the bathroom door.

[Hey guys, sorry for not updating in so long! Its just that I totally forgot about this account cause I was on my other, this_isjazzy and yeah, not a good excuse but yeah. Please vote and share! Lots of love💕]