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

thirteen || Trying to fit in

4 hours later
1st of November, 2017
Wednesday morning
12.06am
Clifford Residence

Around eleven pm, the party had officially begun. Everyone was being out of hand, doing shots, drinking and smoking till they were drunk and high enough to make out with whomever they wanted. More people, probably not even from their school, had started piling up the house and filling it up that there was enough space anymore, literally trapping people at their worst. The house smelled the same like the last party. Sweat, alcohol and burned weed all mixed together in a disgusting scent, the room not being airy as well. It's been four hours since the three friends had arrived and Zayn was probably still the only one who was sober enough to know what was happening. He did drink something, since Bella kept handing him red cups of beer from the kitchen, but he was being slow and careful. Since he never really drank a drop of alcohol – except maybe trying his mother's wine here and then –, he had absolutely no idea if he could handle it.

Zayn was currently sitting on the couch with his legs elegantly crossed. He watched as some students made a drunken fool of themselves on the dance floor without having a single care in the world or dry humped someone from behind like some horny dog being in heat. It was not a pleasing sight but what else should he do when Bella ditched him to make out with some random guy in the corner of the room? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

With a burdened sigh, Zayn drank the last bit of his beer, looking at the bottom of the cup. He kissed his teeth and glanced around before getting up and squeezing his way through the kitchen to get something to drink, struggling at first. He finally managed to reach the kitchen, stumbling a little forward but caught his balance in time. Relieved, the boy walked towards the beer canister and grabbed the end of the tube, refilling his cup with alcohol.

Once the cup was full again, he decided to down it in one go, drinking every last bit until it was empty.

"Slow down there, damn." The sudden voice caused the boy to choke on the last few sips, quickly looking into the direction of the person. There was a all too familiar guy sitting by the dining table, wearing the costume of their school's mascot. His long hair was tied into a man bun and there was a small grin lingering on his lips, his dimples showing. And of course, it had to be Harry Styles. The school's cheeky bastard. The head of the costume was sitting on the ground beside his chair, a red plastic cup resting in his hand.

"Didn't think Zayn Malik could pull off looking like a girl," the emerald eyed latter hummed, his grin turning into a smirk, "a hot one, that is."

Zayn could feel his cheeks heat up and he licked his lips, deciding to not say a peep. He went back to refilling his cup with beer, feeling Harry's eyes being stuck on him the entire time. "I'm surprised people are buying it. But then again, not really since you do have very feminine features."

"Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?"

"Oh look," harry snickered, "she talks."

Zayn walked up to him. "How did you know it was me?" He asked curiously and decided to join him.

"I know that ass from anywhere." Harry grinned at him. The boy eyed him and narrowed his brows a little, trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks.

"You stare at my ass?" He asked a little surprised – and surprisingly flattered.

"Well duh," the lad snorted and shamelessly nodded his head, "I'm gay too, but I didn't risk it all and committed social suicide like you. I for one like being liked by people and seeing how they are treating you, well, I'm still not gonna risk it."

"Thanks for reminding me, asshole." Zayn scoffed when he heard that and stood up. "You know, I for one at least had the guts not to be a coward like you because that just shows what kind of affect today's society has on you, douchebag." He turned around and left, exiting the kitchen and leaving a gobsmacked mascot behind. He didn't know if it was the alcohol that already boosted up his confidence with speaking up, but he knew that he suddenly had a burst of adrenaline.