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

twenty-one || Awkward silence

20 minutes later
10.24am

Zayn inhaled a deep breath. It's been about twenty minutes since the accident and the boy did not dare to face his parents, too embarrassed after what happened. He already knew his father spilled the beans to his mother because he always did that. His parents were the type of couple that would just confess and tell each other everything no matter what it was. They didn't care whether it was work or kids related, he would just tell her. It was really annoying him.

Right now he was standing by the end of the stairs, debating with himself whether he should enter the kitchen or aboard the situation directly and walk straight out of the door. He didn't really know. He sighed and shook his head, holding onto his bag he packed to take with him for the day. The dark haired boy bit his bottom lip and nervously fiddled with his fingers before he finally came to a decision and walked into the kitchen, both his parents being busy.

His father was casually sitting by the table, reading his newspaper and his mother was making some breakfast for all of them. Zayn cleared his throat to catch their attention – which he did –, the boy awkwardly standing by the doorframe.

"Morning, sweetie." Trisha chimed happily and smiled at her youngest son. "How did you sleep?" She hummed and flipped the pancakes she was cooking for them.

The boy glanced over at his father, the heat rushing back to his cheeks. "I slept- uh, I slept fine." He said and scratched at the back of his neck. "I just came to say that I'm- I'm going to the record store. Liam wants to meet up..."

"Is that so?" Yaser hummed, looking up from his newspaper. There was a sly grin forming on his lips, as if he knew what was going to happen between the two. Well, who wouldn't even you just caught your son watching gay porn?

"Yaser." Trisha scowled at her husband and gave him a look. "What?" The older man chuckled and closed his newspaper. "What else am I supposed to think when I caught my son watching porn?" He chuckled with a hum, looking back at Zayn.

"Don't listen to your father, honey." The woman scoffed. "He's just trying to tease you."

"Can we change the topic?"

"You know, there's nothing wrong with watching porn, sweetie. It's normal for teenagers and adults. I remember when I was your age and first watched it with your father. It was right before he too my vir–"

"Okay! I'm leaving." Zayn interrupted his mother quickly, his nose slightly scrunching. He shook his head to push away the disturbing thoughts, grabbing himself a toast. "I'll see you tonight." He lowered his head to dismiss any kind of eye contact with either of them, quickly scurrying out of the kitchen and towards the front door. He could hear his father laugh loudly from the kitchen which echoed through the house, Zayn puffing softly in embarrassment.

He shook it off and made his way out the Mansion. He glanced at his phone to see if he got any new messages from Liam, slipping it back into his pocket when he walked down the pavements, holding onto the strap of his bag.

10 minutes later...
10.39am
The old Record Store

Zayn walked into the old Record Store, the familiar sound of the bell ringing through the music shop. He hummed softly and looked around, smiling when he noticed there were a few people there who were going through the different stacks and admiring the instruments on hanging on the wall. He walked towards the front desk, spotting Zendaya behind it and helping one of the customers. But she seemed really annoyed and unimpressed considering that the person was trying to flirt with her.

"Sir, like I said a thousand times, I will not give you a discount just because you are asking me out. Now can you please drop it and leave?" The light skinned girl asked in a not so polite voice, raising one of her dark eyebrows. It was obvious that she was starting to go crazy inside and trying not to strangle the lad.

"Oh come on, darling. Just one dinner and a discount." The guy kept trying. Zendaya clenched her jaw and rubbed at her face, shaking her head. "Dude, listen to me carefully, okay?" She looked back up and stared into his eyes. "I am gay. G a y. That means I love pussy. You know, the vagina? Something that you can't obviously have? So please do me the favor and fuck off before I call the police for harassing me."

The guy blinked. "Rude bitch. I knew this dump was worthless to visit." He scolded and threw the record on the table before leaving, rudely pushing passed Zayn. "Watch it, faggot." He snapped at the sixteen year old, the boy stumbling a little back due to the slight impact.

Zayn frowned and fixed his glasses, glancing back at him over his shoulder. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out, dick!" Zendaya called after him and rolled her eyes, getting flipped off by the guy through the large display windows. She just waved him off and looked back at Zayn. "Hey, Zee." Her lips instantly turned from a thin line to a wide smile as soon as she saw the young boy, her mood having changed from pissed to happy.

"What was that all about?" Zayn chuckled softly and walked up, leaning over the front desk.

The nineteen year old shrugged. "Just som douche wanting to get into a lesbian pants." She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Anyways, what's up? I haven't seen you in weeks." She exaggerated, leaning herself on her arms.

"It's been a few days, Zendaya." The dark haired latter hummed and smiled a little. "Have you seen, Liam? He told me to meet him here..."

"Oh yeah!" She nodded. "He's in the back with pops. They're sorting out the new records that got shipped in this morning."

"Okay, thanks." Zayn drummed his hands on the surface of the desk and glanced at the back door, biting his bottom lip nervously. He could feel his heart once again start to pick up its pace, slowly growing more and more anxious when he thought about facing the brunette. He was still unsure and a little scared since it's been a week when they last saw each other and had a real talk. Now that he was going to face him again, he was more nervous than ever.

"Zayn?"

The boy came back to reality when he heard his name and looked back at Zendaya. "Huh?" He asked confused, pursing his lips a little.

"Are you okay?" Zendaya asked with a light chuckle, creasing her eyebrows suspiciously.

"Oh- uh, yeah I'm fine." The boy nodded his head. "I'm just- uh, I'll- I'll go see, Liam now. Thanks." He smiled nervously and made his way to the back as fast as he could, ignoring Zendaya's glance after her.

He sighed in relief when he was in the back room, looking over at Liam and Kenneth who sorted the records in a alphabetical order. Zayn took off his bag and placed it aside on the floor. "Hi." He said softly and gnawed at his lip when both Payne men looked up.

"Zayn!" Kenneth exclaimed happily when he saw the younger boy again. "What are you doing here?" He smiled at him and tried to get himself up.

"I invited him." Liam replied before Zayn even had the chance, getting up as well to help his grandfather.

"I can do it, son." The elderly man chuckled and patted his grandson's hand, smiling softly at him. "Well it's nice seeing you again. You can help Liam sort the records and place them away. I have a meet up to attend to anyways." He hummed and walked up to the sixteen year old, placing his hand on his shoulder.

Zayn nodded and smiled a little, watching the man leave. He looked back at the brunette, noticing he was standing in front of him now. "Hey." Liam said with a soft but hushed voice.

"Hi."

"So- uh–"

"Let's get to work shall we?" Zayn suggested, cutting it short to avoid talking about it. He walked passed him and started right away. Just because Liam invited him over, doesn't mean he was going to stop going out of his way. He wasn't in the mood either. The jock watched him with a small frown but shook it off, not wanting to argue whatsoever. Both teenagers sat in an awkward silence for the rest of the day, neither of them daring to speak another word.

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Long time no see eh?😜