Brampton High (Zarry) ✍🏻

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When Zayn woke up the next day, Liam was already up. He was smoking outside on the balcony adjacent to his bedroom.

Zayn could see his shadow from the bed. Liam alway been the morning guy while Zayn... well Zayn likes to sleep more than anything else.

Zayn stood up, and joined Liam who was wearing nothing but his underwear outside. Another good reason for Zayn to stare. The defined abs of his bestfriend were even more appealing in the morning light.

- Shit Zayn, you're awake? You scared me.

He locked his phone real quick. Maybe a bit too quick for Zayn's liking. What was he hiding?

- When did you woke up?

- Not so long ago. I had things to do.

- The only thing that should be done in the morning, Payne, is sleep.

Liam laughed softly.

- Louis asked me if we would like to go to a party with him this weekend.

- It's gonna be full of football players again.

- So what? I am one of them. Please mate! Everytime I go to a party with Louis he leaves me alone after an hour.

- Alright. I'll see how it goes back home first. I should probably go anyway. My dad must be pissed off enough as it is.

Liam took a step towards him, his hands squeezing his shoulders. His thumb caressing the skin lightly. Zayn wasn't used to be touch so nicely, it was feeling good.

- Promise me that you won't play the smart mouth with him. If he tries to hurt you, just leave. Please Zayn, I hate to see you hurt...

- I know. Everything is under control.

- I don't believe you. But ok....

Liam pulled Zayn closer to him, hugging him. It was a bit weird to have another boy's body pressed against his. Especially in nothing but underwear. Zayn's eyes grew wide when he felt something hard against him. He jumped away, realizing that he was a bit hard too.

- I.... mmm... will go changing inside. Thanks for sharing your bed....Li. I... yeah... I'll go.

Thanks for sharing your bed... What the fuck!? Things were running very fast inside Zayn's head. What was that? Did Liam felt it too?

He walked back home slowly, knowing what was coming back there. He prepared himself for the worst.

He pushed the door open trying to be as discreet as possible but as soon as he stepped in, he was pushed and held against the wall thightly.

- Where the fuck were you?

- A friend's house.

- Who is dumb enough to be your friend? You are nothing but a worthless piece of shit.

- It runs in the family apparently!

Zayn probably should have choose his words more carefully. He knew that provocating his father wasn't the smartest decision he made but he was about to be hit anyway. So why not for a good reason? His dad hit him in the face so hard that he felt on the floor tasting blood in his mouth.

- Don't fucking talk to me like that, Zayn... I had a visit yesterday, from one of your teacher.

For good measure, he kicked Zayn in the rib once making him cry in agony, before continuing his sentence.

- You are lucky that he told me that you are one of his best student or you would be in big trouble son. Now go to your room and get ready for school.