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

eleven || You don't know what it feels like to be known as the schools loser

5 hours later
Monday evening
5.34pm
Malik Mansion

Omg have you seen the picture?!?

What a fucking loser.

He's disgusting if you ask me.

Can't believe a fag like him is at our school.

Pathetic, really.

Boys should not wear women's underwear, it's revolting.

Disgrace.

I wonder why his parents haven't disowned him yet. I'm sure they must be ashamed of what their son has become.

Fag.

Your mother should've swallowed.

Why don't you do us all the favor and just leave already? This school would be much better if you were out of the picture.

"Stop reading the comments, Zayn." Bella grabbed the boy's phone from his hand and logged him out of his Instagram account, placing the device aside. She turned to look at him, frowning when she saw the hurt written all over his face. His puffy eyes were watering once again and she pulled the young teenager against her chest, letting him cry on her shoulder. After what happened today in school, Bella had suggested for him to go home earlier to avoid everyone's attention being on him. He was just glad that they were alone. He didn't want his parents, nor his brother, seeing him in this type of state, considering they would get him immediately out of that school and ship him towards a boarding school in England.

The whole school had gotten a hold of the photo already and they managed to find out what Zayn's social media's were, now literally harassing him with hateful comments.

Zayn sniffled and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. He felt humiliated and pathetic, not sure how to handle facing everyone in school. Stuff like this wouldn't easily die down, especially in a school where he was going to. People were being mean assholes, thinking everything was so funny. He was just grateful that Bella was decent enough to go after him and take care of him – even when he couldn't stop throwing up because of his anxiety attack.

The two of them laid there in silence, Bella comforting the boy by soothingly rubbing his back to keep him calm. She then came up with an idea, carefully removing herself from the cuddling and getting up. She bolted towards her bag and grabbed it.

Zayn looked over at her confused, slowly pushing himself up. "What are you doing?" He asked and wiped his eyes, watching her curiously.

Bella waved him off and emptied her bag on the floor, all types of meaningless junk falling on his bedroom floor. "Bella–"

"I'm going to give you a make over." The girl declared and picked out everything that belonged to her make-up stash, placing the items on the boy's desk before stepping over the books and pencils all sprawled on the carpet. She walked towards the walk-in-closet and opened the two doors leading inside, eyes widening at how huge the space was.

"Jesus, how many clothes do you have?" Bella looked at Zayn over her shoulder and grinned, making her way in.

"I don't usually- wait, Bella!" Zayn quickly jumped up and followed after her when his closet swallowed her whole. "I don't wear everything that's in here."

"Why? Your taste in fashion is exquisite, oh my gosh." Bella looked through the hangers and drawers, impressed at all the different clothing lines the boy had actually possessed. "You should wear them at school. You'd look hot." She grinned widely and pulled out some outfits that she liked.