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

six || It's called having fun, Payno

2 hours later
Friday night
10.23pm
Andy's House

The party was getting out of hand. Everyone who has attended was already drunk or high off their minds, dancing to the loud music that blasted through the huge speakers standing in the living room. The air was thick and covered in smoke, the musk of alcohol and weed mixed with sweat lingering in the different occupied rooms. It was disgusting, Zayn wanting to throw up right then and there. He couldn't stand the smell of it.

Everyone was having the times of their lives while he was sitting outside on the patio, trying to catch a breath of fresh air from the stuffy house. He wasn't fond of the party. Honestly, it wasn't even really his. He'd much rather be at home right now, sulking and eating a bunch of Ben and Jerry's ice cream whilst binge watching old Disney movie just to make him wish that he had a guy like Flynn Ryder or Prince Charming. But no. His desperate ass decided to go to a afterparty because his crush had asked him sweetly. The boy didn't even know where the hell Liam was. After they arrived, he just walked off with Sophia and left him standing alone.

He's been sitting alone on a chair while watching all the drunken seniors run around crazy in the backyard. Obviously he was the only one not enjoying himself. How could he when no one dared to talk to him but talked about him in a shitty matter? He felt small – too small for his own liking.

By far, Liam has been nowhere in sight. It's like he vanished in thin air the second they stepped through the front door. No one could blame him, really. Who wanted to be with the bookworm at a party to celebrate he victory of a successful high school football match? He would only ruin the mood of partying. Besides, the star quarterback was probably busy having sex with his oh-so perfect girlfriend. What was the point of inviting him anyways? So he could be humiliated again? It was definitely working. Some seniors were staring and whispering, laughing loudly after.

He felt uncomfortable and uneasy by it.

"Hey,"

His train of thoughts were cut off by a very thick and feminine American accent, his eyes drifting towards a very beautiful brunette. She was wearing the school's cheerleading uniform, a big smile placed on her bright red pink lips. Her long dark brown, almost the color of dark chocolate was tied up into a high ponytail, perfectly flowing between her shoulder blades.

Zayn was a little surprised that one of the cheerleaders was talking to him. Usually he would always earn a scowl or a despicable look from either one of them. But this one seemed rather... cheerful? Judging by her smile and her appearance, she looked like she couldn't even hurt a single fly even if she wanted too. Her pearly white teeth flashed as she continued to smile from ear to ear, Zayn being too shy to even get a single word out.

"My name's Isabella. But my friends like to call me Bella or bels. I prefer Bella but that doesn't matter." She chuckled and shook her head at herself before taking a seat. "Why are you so lonely?" Curiously, she looked over at the shy Junior, her head tilted a little to the side like a confused puppy.

"I- I don't- I don't really know." Zayn's shoulders slumped a little and he shrugged, looking ahead. "I came here with someone but he ditched me when we got here."

"Oh," Bella hummed and glanced around the patio, "do you want me to hang out with you?" She asked sweetly with a soft smile, the boy shaking his head.

"No, thank you." He declines with a hushed voice. "I was fixing myself to go home. I'm not feeling all too well anyways." He continued and rose from the chair he was sitting on, fixing his red shirt a little. "Nice meeting you though."

"Likewise...?"

"Zayn. Zayn Malik." The boy blushed when he realized he didn't say his own name, looking down at his shoes.