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

twenty-eight || Summer camp 2014

* Flashback *
3 years ago
18th of July, 2014
Friday night
10.54pm
Camp Sunset Rocky
Moose River Campground

Thirteen year old Zayn was sitting on the top bunk of the beds which was located in the very end of the cabin. He was sitting in the corner, his legs bent as he had his sketch book in his lap. He could hear everyone laughing from the center of the room, making him glance over at the circle that surrounded the empty beer bottle they found from one of the caretakers. They were playing the cliché game of spin-the-bottle.

The boy's cabin was filled with almost all the campers that attended this year's summer camp. Currently, the two players were Andy and Sophia who were having a rather heated make out session while everyone else were cheering them on. Andy's friends were rooting for them and Sophia's girlfriend were giggling and grinning like a bunch of Cheshire Cats.

His eyes moved away from the two and landed on a familiar brunette haired boy, looking him up and down slowly. The fourteen year old was laughing and eating popcorn throughout the whole make out session for some reason and it was the cutest thing Zayn has ever seen. The way his eyes crinkled and teeth were showing when he smiled, it was truly mesmerizing.

The shy boy fixed his glasses and bit his bottom lip nervously once catching himself staring for too long, moving his gaze back to his sketchbook. He continued drawing, deciding to ignore them and just focusing on sketching. He could hear whispering after a while but decided not to concentrate on it, sticking his tongue out as he sketched.

"Hey foureyes!" Andy called for the dark haired boy, making him look up from his sketch. "Uh y- yeah?" He stuttered a little, narrowing his brows in confusion and wondering why he was calling for him.

"You want to play a round?" Andy smirked at him and leaned back, lifting one of his eyebrows. "It seems like you're a bit lonely up there." He hummed and glanced at his friends who snickered beside him.

"Yeah, come join us." Sophia grinned mischievously and motioned for him to come down.

"I don't- I don't know... I never- I never really- uh, really played that- played that game before." Zayn admitted embarrassingly, blushing deeply and looking down at his sketchbook.

"That's okay. You can still play with us."

The boy glanced back at him. He had to admit that the game was intriguing so he decided what the hell, he should start putting himself out there. For the past month he's been hiding in the cabin because no one really wanted anything to do with him. And now that they asked him, he wanted to be apart of something.

He put his notebook aside and climbed down the latter of the bunk bed, shyly making his way towards the others. They made some room for him and he kneeled down on the free spot, blushing when he noticed that he was sitting between two girls. He cleared his throat and looked up, noticing that one of the guys handed the bottle to him.

"Your turn." They said before everyone's eyes were on him, Zayn feeling a little small because of that. He gulped nervously and grabbed the bottle, glancing over at Liam who was staring right at him and watching him with an unreadable glimpse in his eyes.

He quickly adverted his glance away and spun the bottle, patiently watching as it spun around the circle. It didn't take long until the bottle stopped and pointed towards young Paula, who was just fixing her lips up with strawberry lipgloss.

There was oohing coming from everyone, Andy glancing at Sophia with a grin. He grabbed the scarf with was wrapped around her neck and handed it to one of the girls, instructing then to cover his eyes with it.

"Wait, I've never seen anyone play this- this game bef–"

"Don't worry, foureyes." The blond smirked. "We're playing a new game." He gave the girls a look and they giggled as they covered the thirteen year old's eyes, the boy just pursing his lips and deciding to stay quiet.

Once they had it all tied up and ready, Zayn stayed there sitting and waiting until Paula would do something. But all he heard was quiet whispering and shuffling of footsteps before a door was slammed shut. That made the boy flinch in surprise and he frowned.

"Hell- hello? Anyone- anyone there?" No response.

Zayn's shoulders slumped and he was ready to cry, realizing almost immediately that everyone had just left him. He sat down properly on his bum and pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and burying his face into his knees. He sniffled, a soft sob coming from his lips. This was one of the reason why he never did anything with other people. They'd always abandon him for no reason at all, even tho he never did anything to anyone.

The next thing the thirteen year old heard was the door to the cabin opening once again, the sound of footsteps making their way towards him. The boy didn't bother lifting his head until it was lifted for him, now blindly facing whoever it was that was in front of him. His cheeks were cupped gently in two warm palms and he could feel someone's hot breath hit his lips, his own breath hitching a little.

And soon the unexpected happened. His lips sealed with someone else's soft and luscious ones, causing the young boy to be taken back. But he didn't hesitate kissing them back, letting go of his legs and grabbing the person's shirt a little, gripping tightly at the fabric.

The kiss only lasted ten seconds tops, but to Zayn it felt like an eternity. With a dazed smile, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, his heart literally doing acrobatic flips in his chest. He never thought kissing would be such a wonderful thing. He'd usually see his parents kiss or his brother with random people or even some couples in middle school, but other than that, all he had to say to that was; wow.

He had butterflies floating in his stomach, his heart racing a mile and almost feeling as if it would explode. And he swore he saw fireworks going off, as well as feeling tingles on his lips and fingertips.

He had to know who this person was. So he asked, "who are you?" The dazed smile still lingering on his lips. Yet all he got in response was the sound of jogging and the door closing once again, making Zayn quickly take off the scarf wrapped around his head. He looked around the room and sighed afterwards. Though, when he touched his lips and thought about what happened, all he could do was smile and not think about the gruesome the others pulled off on him.

Someone kissed him, that's all that mattered.

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Changed the year lmao