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

twelve || Makeup, it's all about the makeup

The next day
31st of October, 2017
Tuesday evening
7.34pm
Hadid Household

"You know the drill, right Zayn?"

Zayn rolled his eyes at Toni. "Yes, Toni." He replied, voice filled with annoyance. They were sitting in his car in front of Bella's huge house, his brother once again giving him the same lecture like he did when he dropped him off at the pep-rally. It was getting on his nerves, to say the least. He glanced over at the twenty-two year old, reaching his hand out to the handle. "Can I go now?"

"I think it's funny how you skipped school today because you 'felt sick'," Toni air-quoted the felt sick, eyeing his little brother skeptically, "and suddenly you feel fit enough to go to a Halloween party." He chuckled and shook his head, grinning. After what happened yesterday at school, the boy couldn't bare facing everyone. So instead, he stayed at home, pretending to be sick to convince his parents. He texted Liam and Bella all day to make plans for tonight, the brunette agreeing to pick them up at Bella's place while her and Zayn get ready for the Halloween party.

"Miracles can happen." Zayn deadpanned and got out of the car, turning around. He bent down and grabbed his duffel bag which had spare clothes and his retainers in them, slinging the strap over his shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Be careful and wear condo–"

Zayn shut the car door before he could let his brother finish, making his way up to the front door. He looked over his shoulder and saw his brother's car speed off, mumbling a hallelujah under his breath. He pressed the bell and looked around the peaceful neighborhood, the door suddenly opening.

His head snapped back and his eyes landed on a very tall and slim blonde, probably around the age of twenty. Her facial features resembled Bella a little, Zayn realizing that she might be her older sister, Gigi or something.

"Well, hello there, cutie. What brings you here to my doorstep?" Her thick American accent asked the boy rather flirtatious, a grin curling on her thin lips. Zayn blushed at that and looked down at his feet shyly. "Uh, is- um, is Bella home?" He fiddled with his fingers, gently gnawing the skin from his bottom lip.

"She isn't, I'm sorry. But why don't you stay? We could have a small convo."

The sixteen year old noticed how she started to lean in, her voice completely being in a seductive purr. "Uh–" He know what to say, only knowing that he felt uncomfortable around her.

"Back off, Jelena. He's gay and not interested in your ugly ass." Bella's voice popped up out of nowhere, Zayn lifting his head to see the cheerleader push her sister aside before smiling at him. "Don't listen to her, Z. She's a slut and would do anything to get laid. Come in," She gestured with her hand inside, stepping aside to clear a path for him.

Jelena glared at Bella. "You're just jealous because you don't have the body like I do."

"I don't want your body. You're as thin as a fucking breadstick." The brunette haired girl cackled to herself and grinned mischievously at her older sister, grabbing Zayn's arm and pulling him with her towards the stairs.

"Bitch!" Jelena shouted after them with a huff following after. "She seems nice." Zayn spoke up with a chuckle and looked around the house.

"Don't be fooled. She's a stone cold bitch." Bella snorted and led the boy into her room. "Anyways," she clapped her hands and licked her lips, "what costume are you wearing?" She asked and glanced at him.

"I- uh," Zayn bit down his bottom lip, "I'm not sure. I mean- I mean, I don't have anything because- uh, because I never really went to a costume party and–" he was silenced by Bella's finger getting shoved against his lips, making him look at her in a weird way.