Blue Styles || Ziall Fiction.

Blue Styles || Chapter Fourteen.

A/n: Not edited, bare with me! I’ll edit this before I post the 15th chappie. ^_^ Ps. Listen to the song at the side, it’s significant for the extreme feeeeeeels!

Blue Styles || Chapter Fourteen; He Said He’d be Here.

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Third Person’s POV

One week had passed again and Blue still didn’t know what to do. Should he break up with Zayn and come back with Ross or leave Ross behind and be with Zayn? He knows that if he breaks up with Zayn, Zayn would do something bad to Ross or maybe force him into another rough sex again. He didn’t know what to do; it would bring chaos once Ross figured it out. He couldn’t tell it to Taylor too because he doesn’t know what would be his mother’s reaction. He doesn’t want his mother to be heartbroken again, provided that he’d be the cause if ever.

He shrugged the topic off and decided to trudge out of his bed and headed downstairs. He then heard a beautiful sound of a piano and a beautiful voice. You can say the song was sad because the sound was something you want to hear whenever you have problem; it helps you to let your feelings out by crying.

He searched to where it was coming from, and then found it in her mom’s room. He opened the door slyly, just to find her mum playing piano while singing a familiar song. Her cheeks were tearstained like she just finished sobbing her eyes out. Her eyes were lifelessly tired and her nose was red.

She sang softly, burying her hands on her face as she finished then went back to crying. Blue opened the door completely, then closing it softly. He walked to her before hugging her from behind, crying softly in her neck as she held him by his arms.

Taylor stood up and faced Blue, that’s when Blue realized what he should do and who to be with. His mother’s oceanic blue eyes hit him right in the chest, mind and spirit. He should be with Ross, his mother even hasn’t gotten over his biological father then if she finds it out, the heartbreak would be doubled. He hugged his mother, kissed her in the cheek before sprinting out of the room and going to his bedroom after slamming it shut.

He reached for his phone on the nightstand, unlocking it. He hit the icon contacts, scrolling for Ross’ number before dialing it. He put his phone on his ear then hanging up after he said, “Can we talk?”

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Zayn was sitting in a bench with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolate for Blue when he comes home. He was tapping his chin with his index finger when suddenly; a girl who was walking hastily dropped her wallet.

Zayn crouched down and reached it. “Hey miss! You dropped your wallet!” Zayn yelled as the girl with pale skin and blonde hair turned around and met by a pair of familiar crystal clear blue eyes. Her features ring a bell but he just couldn’t point it.

The girl smiled widely before sprinting towards Zayn and hugged her, the one that can crash your bone. The girl then wrapped her arms to Zayn’s neck before showering his face with kisses. Zayn pulled back from the girl and pushed her a little harsher than intended.

The girl pouted playfully before snatching her wallet, “Just because you’ve grown up, you just can’t push me big brother!”

Zayn smiled, reaching his eyes after a realization sank in. “PERRIE?! Is that you? I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you! How are you?” Zayn rambled as ‘Perrie’ smiled back then hugging him again just like before.

Perrie was Zayn’s best friend back in high school. They were always together with Max – who was the best man in Zayn’s wedding – and they were so inseparable. But unfortunately, she had to go Scotland to study there in college and since then, they hadn’t contacted each other.