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

thirty-nine || Confronting

10 minutes later...
6.09pm
Malik Mansion

Zayn was silently poking his fork around the freshly cooked meal his mother made, listening to the ongoing conversations his parents held with Toni and Louis. After he ran away from the record store, he headed straight home. He just wanted to lock himself up in his room and cry himself to sleep. But to his luck, he came home in time for dinner and had to join his family. Otherwise his mother would've strangled him for skipping dinner again. The boy hasn't spoken much except when his father asked him if he was alright.

"Sweetie?" His mother's voice brought him back to reality, his gaze lifting from his plate.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay? You haven't said much since you came back." Trisha exclaimed and cut her chicken, glancing back at him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Zayn nodded his head, sending her a small smile. "Just tired." He half lied. He was tired after all the crying he did, wanting nothing more but to finally fall asleep and forget about today.

His mother eyed the boy skeptically but decided to leave it as it was. She exchanged knowing looks with her husband and sighed heavily. "Well, before you go to sleep, take care of the kitchen after dinner please." She said softly to which Zayn just nodded his head.

The door bell rang minutes later and everyone looked towards the direction of the door. The dark haired boy narrowed his brows and excused himself, getting up and heading towards it to see who it was. He licked his lips and opened the door, looking up at the person.

"Liam? What- what are you doing here?" He asked completely surprised and confused, noticing that the brunette looked kind of angry.

"What the hell is your problem?"

"Ex- excuse me?"

"Don't fucking act dumb with me, Zayn." Liam spat bitterly and glared at the sixteen year old. "Why did you do it?"

"Do- do what? I don't- I don't know what you're talking about?" Zayn stuttered, sincerely not sure what was going on. He stepped outside and closed the door behind him so his family wouldn't hear them. The boy was caught off guard when the brunette grabbed him by his shirt and pushed him against the door, a uncomfortable gasp leaving him. "L- Liam." He whimpered a little at the pain, looking up at the latter with nothing but fear.

"Are you really that desperate for attention?" Liam had a blank look on his face as he stared down at the boy, looking as if he was ready to kill someone. Zayn swallowed the thick lump in his throat and didn't know how to respond. He still had no clue what the hell was happening and he was scared. "Was it a cry for help? Or were you just trying to ruin my grandfather's life?"

"I don't know what's going on, Liam..." Zayn's voice barely reached a whisper as he moved his gaze to meet Liam's fuming eyes, trying to convince him that he really didn't know what was happening.

"Someone burned the record store, Zayn. And Zendaya said you were the last person in the fucking shop." The brunette told him, his hands only fisting more at the younger boy's shirt. "So, tell me right now, did you or did you not do it?" He asked through gritted teeth, giving him a hard look.

Zayn's heart stopped beating when he heard the news. He had no idea what to say. If he told him that Andy was actually the last person, he wouldn't believe him. Of course he wouldn't. Andy was his best friend. And Zayn was just Liam's... side piece.

"I didn't do it." The boy said honestly with a shaky voice. "I- I swear I didn't."

Liam eyed him. "Then who did it?"

"If I tell you, you- you won't believe me."

"Try me."

"I'd rather- rather not." The boy sighed in relieve when the brunette finally let him go, fixing the hem of his sweater. He bit his lip nervously and rubbed at his arm, not daring to look up at him.

"You have to tell me who did it, Zayn."

"I- he'll lie to you."

"He?"

"It was- uh, it was-" the boy gulped, fidgeting with his fingers, "it was Andy, I- i think. He was- he came to the shop earlier looking for you as I did and we- he kind of just- I'm not sure whether he did it but I think so because I walked away before he did. Please, believe me." He basically begged the brunette, his eyes already watering with tears. "I don't know why he did it, or if he really was the one who did it, but I promise you I would never burn down the record store. Do you really think I'm like that? You out of all people should know what kind of person I am. I couldn't even hurt a fly if I wanted to."

"If I find out otherwise, I swear to god, you will regret this. You understand?" The jock threatened and giving him one last glare before walking away. "I can't believe I actually thought I liked you." Zayn's heart broke when he heard Liam say that and lifted his head to watch him leave, his eyes beginning to water. He quickly turned around and walked back into the house, scurrying passed the kitchen and ignoring his mother's calling. He ran straight to his room, slamming and shutting the door behind him.

He leaned against the wall and slowly slipped down onto the floor, the hot tears now streaming down his cheeks.

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Sorry if it's really short, but next chapter will definitely be longer😇