In the eyes of the Broken hearted & My heart in your Fingertips || ziam mpreg✔️

three || Bookworm knows how to comeback

The next day
11th of October, 2017
Wednesday morning
11.13am
Rose Valley High

Zayn mostly spent study hall in the library doing some research for homework or continuing to study for his upcoming exams next month. It was a habit of his. Any other normal high school student would take advantage of this period and do everything but study. Not him though. The library had always been the perfect place to spend some time alone. It was nice and quiet and no one had a chance to make a sound since their old librarian, Misses Peterson, always managed to shush them. She basically had super-hearing because she could hear even the slightest bit of whispering.

The dark haired boy was sitting by one of the tables in the middle of the school's library, being one of the few of the students that were studying there. His nose was stuck in one of the textbooks, his right hand holding onto the pen which he guided over the sheet of paper he was using to write down all the information that was necessary. His big glasses kept slipping down the bridge of his nose, making him push them back up every five seconds before continuing to read.

It was about a minute later when the doors to the area opened and loud laughter was bouncing off all four walls, everyone looking up to see the jocks stumble in. Misses Peterson rose from where she was seated behind her desk, giving the four lads a certain look. Mainly a glance that spoke for itself. Zayn sighed quietly at that and moved his gaze back to the book, trying to concentrate.

"Well look who we have here. If it ain't the schools faggot." The younger boy ignored the hushed voice of Andy whispering in his ear, noticing the long haired bloke take a seat beside him from the corner of his eye. He mentally cursed.

"Can- can you please leave- can you please leave me a- alone, Andy?" Zayn asked shyly with a slight stutter, the grip around his pen tightening.

"H- how- how about- about n- no, f- fag- fag?" The blond haired latter mocked his stutter and chuckled lowly, the sixteen year old inhaling a deep breath. He bit down his bottom lip and slowly closed the textbook, grabbing his bag from under the table.

"And where do you think you're going?" Andy asked as he watched the Junior pack his things together, one of his eyebrows lifting. Zayn didn't answer and slung his bag over his shoulder, slowly getting up.

"I- uh- I have to- I have to go." He said nervously once he got up, grabbing the textbook. He clutched it against his chest and moved to get away as quick as possible, but Andy managed to block his path when he got up as well.

"Not so fast, little one." He smirked wickedly. "We're not finished here yet. It's rude to just leave like that, faggot." He backed the shorter boy up until they were in one of the book aisles, a quiet hiss leaving Zayn's lips when his back connected with the shelves rather harshly, making him drop the book as well as his bag. Misses Peterson wasn't even fazed about the fact that Zayn was being cornered by Andy, her eyes glued onto the old computer.

"F- for- for someone who thinks- thinks I'm a- a fag, you sure- you sure like wasting your time t- talking to me." Zayn muttered and scrunched his nose a little, feeling uncomfortable at how close the Senior was. He felt trapped, wanting nothing more but for this to be over already. "Seems- seems to me like- seems to me like you're interested in my- my faggot ass."

Andy's friends started quietly oohing behind the lanky bloke, the lad's jaw clenching when the younger boy said that. "Damn, bookworm knows how to comeback." One of Andy's friends snorted out loud, earning a loud shht! from the librarian.

The long haired latter turned around and sent him a glare, the boy instantly pursing his lips. Andy looked back down at Zayn who was staring back up at him with big hazel eyes. "Listen here, you worthless little shit," the blond spat and leaned down, their faces only centimeters apart. The boy tried not to gag, disgusted by the lad's bad breath. But he didn't want to say anything. "You should know by now not to fucking talk to me like that or else you'll walk out of here with a black eye."

"And- and you should know that a m- mint- that a mint helps against your bad breath. It smells like something died- died in there." Zayn shot back carefully and looked up at the taller latter, noticing that he was now fuming. He gulped and realized that he should've kept his mouth shut, flinching when Andy pulled his arm back and was ready to punch him.

He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see his fist fly towards his face.

"Andy!" A voice, that appeared out of nowhere, whispered slash yelled through the whole library, again causing for Misses Peterson to shush the person. Zayn's eyes slowly opened and he looked up over the blond's shoulder, his heartbeat suddenly picking up its pace.

It was Liam. He was quickly making his way towards them and pushed the taller bloke away from Zayn. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked him quietly and stepped in front of the younger boy.

"He was provoking me, Payne. Now get out of my way." Andy exclaimed and gave his best friend a glare, the brunette shaking his head in protest.

"You seriously wanna risk another suspension, dumbass?" Liam asked with a scoff following after. "You can't just beat someone up in the library."

"I can and I will if you get out of my fucking way, Liam."

"No." The star quarter back said stubbornly. "Just leave him alone for God's sake. He never did anything to you."

"He's a faggot. That explains enough." Andy said bitterly and looked at the shorter boy, Zayn trying to hide the fact that the statement hurt. His eyes brimmed with tears and he looked down to avoid eye contact, blinking away the tears.

Andy smirked at that. "We're not done here." He warned Zayn before heading out of the aisle with the rest of his mates, the dark haired boy's shoulders slumping a little. He didn't realize that Liam was still there with him until he held his book in front of him, his head slowly lifting.

"Um–" his cheek turned a bright shade of red and he slowly grabbed it from him, their fingers brushing. As cliché as it may sound, but for some reason Zayn's fingers started to tingle, his heart skipping a beat. "Th- thanks..." he said quietly and held the book back against his chest.

"No problem." Liam replied with a kind smile, the younger boy trying his best not to melt on the spot right then and there. He didn't think that standing right in front of Liam would make him feel as if he was going to lose all the strength in his legs. His eyes weren't helping much either, those mesmerizing chocolate orbs basically staring into his soul, holding nothing but warmth and kindness in them. It made Zayn go nuts because this boy was the most beautiful boy he has ever seen. He should be illegal. He was perfect. Sexy. And god, the things Zayn wanted to do to him. If he was able to get pregnant, he would want Liam to be the one to give him babies. Doesn't matter how many even. He just wanted his kids. But where was he going with his thoughts? The lad was taken and he was straight. He could never have a chance with someone like him, nor would Liam probably want to be with a boy like Zayn. He pushed those thoughts way back into his mind and looked down at his book clutched against his chest, not realizing how tight he was holding onto it.

"So uh–"

"I have to go." Zayn interrupted him before Liam could even finish what he was saying, grabbing and slinging his bag over his shoulder. He bit down his bottom lip and headed out of the library as fast as his small legs could help him escape, his stomach doing all sorts of acrobatic flips. He couldn't help but smile after what just happened, letting his teeth sink into his bottom lip to prevent his smile from growing more and more.

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