[BOOK ONE : In the eyes of the Broken hearted]✔️
A angsty love story between the awkward nerd and the hot jock who bond in their towns old Record Store.
[BOOK TWO : My heart in your fingertips]
Their journey continues as Zayn Malik and Liam Payne me...
7hours later Wednesday afternoon 4.02pm Malik Mansion
"Where do you think you're going?"
Zayn froze in spot when he heard his mother's criticizing voice, his bottom lip getting sucked between his teeth. He gripped the strap of his bag and slowly turned around, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "Uh–" he tried to look for an excuse to sneak out before dinner, looking everywhere but at his mom.
"I was just- I was gonna go on a short walk, m- mom." He looked up at her.
Trisha eyed him skeptically, wiping her hands on the white apron she was wearing. "Why are you taking your bag with you, honey?" She asked, raising one of her brows in question.
"Sketching." His answer came out rather quickly, his eyes crinkling as he sent her an innocent smile.
The woman hummed softly and chuckled. "Be home by six. Dinner we'll be ready then. And don't think about getting a snack. You know you won't be hungry after." She emphasized the don't, giving him a stern look before disappearing back in the kitchen.
Zayn released a slight breath he didn't know he was holding in, grabbing his keys and heading out the front door. He stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans and looked around the neighborhood. He licked his dry lips and fixed the beanie he was wearing, pulling it down some more to cover his ears from the cold wind blowing through the town.
30 minutes later 4.32 pm The old Record Store
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The bell to the store rang as Zayn opened the door, stepping into the small building. He hasn't even reached the park yet and it already started raining cats and dogs. So the closet shelter he could find, was the old Record Store down the street near the towns park. The boy looked around the empty store, narrowing his eyebrows a little in confusion. He decided to walk further inside, listening to infamous hit of Elvis Presley's Hound Dog that was playing on one of the record players in the room.
The store was cute. It had a type of sixties-seventies vibe. There were pictures of very old celebrities hanging on the wall, some even having autographs. There were posters of old movies that came out in the seventies and eighties and a lot of electric guitars as well as an old piano which looked like one from those old western movies.
He pulled off his wet beanie and looked at the different records that were stacks on shelves, walking up to one and flipping through them. There were so many best hit records from the twentieth Century, it amazed the sixteen year old. He smiled a little and walked towards the front desk, his eyes falling on black and white pictures of the same handsome young man. He tilted his head a little and admired them.
