Broken Beauty (Zustin) [ON HOLD]

Trois

"You're up early, Justin." Mom remarks.

"Yeah, I know." I reply, yawning.

I had no idea why I had woken up so early. I usually sleep till my alarm rings, or when my parents start screaming. Plus, it was a weekend.

I head towards the kitchen and grab the cereal box and milk carton  sitting on the kitchen counter. I search for a bowl and when I find it, put it on the dining table , along with a spoon. Pouring the cereal and milk into the bowl,  I dig my spoon into the bowl and start eating.

Mom sits on the chair across me. I continue to eat.

"Justin, how is Zayn?" She asked, putting her head on her hand.

"I just met him. How am I supposed to know?" I ask.

"Well, fine. But, is he...good looking?"

I thought for about a second. "Yeah."

She smiled.

My mom never had a problem with the whole gay thing. She accepted me right from the beginning without any questions. And there was dad.

"So you're awake." Dad said, sitting on the chair next to me. I scooted  few inches away from him.

I fought the urge to reply sarcastically. "Yeah."

"I didn't hear you, son."

I close me eyes, and open them again. "Yes, father."

"Now isn't that better?" He patted my back, causing me to stiffen.

"So, son, you know, you didn't answer my question last night."

I continue to eat. Mom sighs, getting up and heading to the kitchen. 

"So, tell me. Is this Zanier-"

"Zayn." I corrected.

"Whatever. Is he attractive?" He leans in, his face blank.

 "H-he's average." I stutter.

"Are you attracted to him?"

I thought about it. I had just met him yesterday, so there was no way I could be attracted to him. Even if I wanted to.

Liar.

"No."

He looks at me skeptically.

"T-there's this girl at school. S-she's really nice."

At this dad smiles. "That's great."

I nod my head and finish my breakfast. I stand up and walk towards the kitchen, and put the bowl in the sink. As I turn to leave, I see mom smile sadly at me. I didn't need her pity. Pity was the worst thing a person could feel for someone. It made the person feel needy and small.

"I'm going out for a walk." I state, walking out of the house before anyone could say anything. I actually was going to the lake, in hopes of seeing a particular someone.

And there he was, sitting on that old swing. I almost scream. Never have I ever been so excited to meet someone as I am now.

I walk over to him and greet in a casual hello. He quietly whispers back. But I was just happy he actually talked than the usual nod.

Sitting on the edge of the lake, I grab a stone and throw it in the lake, watching it jump thrice. Zayn, in the mean time, takes a seat next to me.

"Do you wanna try?" I ask him, grabbing a stone. He shakes his head, giving a small smile.

"That's okay." I throw the stone once again, this time the stone jumping five times.

"Say, Zayn," I start, liking the way his name felt on my tongue. "Do you go to the school nearby?"

He shakes his head again, an action I found to be cute, aside his smile.

"I like your smile." I blurt out. He blushes and mutters a quiet "Thank you." I grin.

Dear god, I'd just met the boy and I already took a liking for him.

"Seriously though, I'm not annoying, right?" I ask, laughing nervously. I never really liked talking to people, or liked people in general. But this time, it felt different. I was actually making an effort to talk to this guy.

"No. Y-you're r-really nice to m-me." He replied, shocking me. That one line made my chest squeeze, but in a good way.

"That's good to hear." I reply, grinning like a fool.

"W-why a-are you smiling s-so much?" He asked.

"I like it when you talk. That's why." He blushes again.

"Thank you." He mumbles.

For the next hour, I talk whatever, and Zayn simply nods or smiles. I learnt that even though he wasn't much of a talker, he was a great listener. 

I look at my watch. "Aw, I have to go." I grumble.

I get up and wipe the dust of my pants. "D'you wanna come with?" I ask hopefully.

He shakes his head. I nod mine, trying not to show the disappointment and leave. But he'd only met me, so it was fine. I wave at him, and he waves back, later turning towards the lake. I wondered why he was so fond of sitting there and just staring.

I head home, and on the way kick few pebbles, which remind me of Zayn.

On reaching home, I see that mom was in the living room, without dad.

"Where's dad?" I ask, sitting next to her.

"He's gone out." She replies glumly.

I inhale sharply at the mention of 'gone out'. The way she said it, I knew what she meant. 

"Anyways, where did you go?"

"To the lake."

She raises her eyebrows. "To the lake? You still go there?"

"Yeah."

"Does...he go there?"

I clear my throat. Suddenly the room became too hot.

"Well?" She presses.

"Yeah."

She smiles. "That's nice. You finally got some company."

"And who was that girl you talked about earlier?"

"She's just a girl, mom. We barely even talk." I hated it when she kept asking so many questions.

I get up and head to my room, earning a sigh from my mom. Not bothering to close the door, I grab a book and jump on the bed, starting to read it. 

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Again, I'll make the chapters longer (and more interesting) as the story progresses. For now, just bare with me.