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

twenty-seven || Forgiveness doesn't always mean that you forget

7 hours later
Thursday afternoon
4.00pm
Rose Valley High

For the past forty-five minutes, Zayn has been standing in the empty parking lot of the school. After school ended, he told the girls he had to stay behind for a teacher to talk to – which was obviously a lie. He was waiting for Liam, impatiently tapping his foot against the hard cement. He kept checking his phone, waiting for a text or a call from the brunette but he received nothing. Not a single thing.

He started feeling like an idiot once again. It seemed like Liam stood him up and it wasn't a big surprise either. The boy sighed and shook his head, frowning to himself. He decided to make his way back home, not in the mood to waste his time waiting for someone who isn't going to show up anyways.

He fixed the strap of his bag on his shoulder and started walking along the sidewalk. He clutched onto his books and kept his head low, fighting back the tears. Zayn couldn't believe he actually decided to stay behind for Liam, almost waiting an hour for nothing. He felt really pathetic and he hated it.

Zayn shook his head, pushing the thoughts aside. He heard a car pull up beside him, making him turn his head to spot Liam's familiar car. The window rolled down and it revealed the jock. "I'm really sorry, Zayn. I had to go home first and I got into an argument with my dad. I didn't forget you." He explained and bit his lip. "Can you please get in the car?"

"No." Zayn replied curtly and continued walking, keeping his gaze straight again.

"Come on, Zee, please." Liam begged and drove after him slowly. "I'm sorry."

"Then why did you do it?" Zayn finally stopped and looked at him. "Why the hell did you go to the mall with her right after we fucked?" He asked and glared at him. Liam parked and unbuckled himself quickly before getting out.

"Could you- could you keep it down a little?" The jock turned his head to see if anyone heard, a scoff coming from the younger boy.

"You're an ass." Zayn sneered before turning around, trying to leave but Liam pulled him back. "Let me go!" He yanked his arm from the latter's grip and slapped him right across the face. He watched as the seventeen year old's head was turned to the side, his cheek immediately receiving his handprint. "You don't get to touch me, Liam." He spat harshly. "I was close to forgiving you after the sweet gesture you did this morning. But you ruined it yourself by letting me wait outside of school for almost a fucking hour."

The brunette placed a hand on his cheek and looked at the boy a little taken back, not knowing what to say. "But- but za–"

"No." Zayn interrupted him and shook his head. "I don't want to hear it."

Liam clenched his jaw. "Jesus, can you stop acting like a fucking bitch and listen to me?"

Zayn glared up at him. "I just told you I didn't–" he was cut off when Liam grabbed him and pushed him against his car, causing the younger boy to drop his books out of surprise. He gasped and widened his eyes, looking up at the brunette.

"What the f–"

"Listen," the brunette started and stared into Zayn's eyes, pinning the boy up against his car, "I'm sorry, okay? I really am fucking sorry. I'm so fucking sorry that I couldn't stop thinking about you ever since Sunday and I've been trying to figure out what to say to you so you could forgive me. I thought about a way to apologize. So many damn ways. I don't know what else to do. Tell me what I can do to make it up to you."

"If you really want me then break up with her."

"I can't."

"Why not?"