Sin (BoyxBoy) (Ziam)

Savior

So, here's a very long chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

WARNING: Zayn's flashback contains mentions of the sexual abuse that he endured from his father and may be triggering. Please read carefully, loves. ❤

Chapter 18:

Flashback

Be nice. Just be nice. That's what my mum said. How hard could it be?

I looked in the mirror again, checking my outfit and making sure I looked decent at the very least. I was more nervous than ever before. My palms felt sweaty, and I felt my pulse jumping out at me. I felt a bit dizzy because today was the day. Today is the day I am going to talk to Liam.

I walked out of my room and rushed into the kitchen for breakfast. My mum happily set down a plate of pancakes in front of me and kissed my head. "Good morning, my love. You look nice," She complimented.

"Good morning, mum," I replied before beginning to eat my breakfast. I was half-way through my plate when my father walked into the room. He patted my head before going over to kiss my mum on the cheek, and he turned his attention to me once again.

"What are you so dressed up for?" He questioned, and I froze, looking for some excuse as to why I was wearing my best clothes. My father gave me a look as he sat at the table and said, "Well, what's going on? Is there some award event I'm missing? Picture day?"

"Maybe Zayn's just finding his sense of fashion. We all have a day where we just want to look nice for ourselves," My mum excused, placing a plate down in front of my dad, and he smiled.

"You're right. He just may be doing so," My dad said with a wink before eating his breakfast as well. "How about I take you to school today, Zayn? I can tell you all you need to know about dressing to impress. I think it's how I won your mum over," My dad said, and my mum smiled.

"Yes, because it definitely wasn't your table manners. You should swallow your food before talking," My mum pointed out before glancing at me. "Even Zayn knows that. Don't you, love?"

I gave a small nod as I finished eating my breakfast. I wasn't feeling particularly talkative. I was too busy planning out every word in my head, every response he might give, even the reactions that may fall upon his face. I wanted to be prepared for anything.