Cold Comfort »Z.M.« ✔️

11."Oh, your fucking-toy Liam?"

"He told me he'd be back much sooner and that he misses you." he tells me. I smile. He said he missed me? Yay!

"I miss him too." I quietly say. He nods.

"Okay, get to your room, do your homeworks and go to sleep. It's late. Have to go to school tomorrow." he chuckles pinching my cheek. I rub my cheek smiling.

"Okay, whatever you say, dad." I tease him. He laughs and points at me.

"If you call me dad, then know that-"

"Okay, daddy." I tease again. Now he tries to catch me, but I am way faster to jump out of his bed and run away. In a few seconds he catches me before I even leave his room and takes me over his shoulder.

"Now, who's a bad girl here?" he asks placing a hand on back of my thigh, holding me so I don't fall down his back. I giggle.

"You." I say. I can't stop my laughter though.

"Yes, you." he answers and carries me to my room. He places me in my bed.

"Don't call me daddy, better call me dad." he adds before he goes away. I smile. I stand up and go to the desk. I have no homework for tomorrow, just have to take the right books for tomorrow. When my bag is all ready for tomorrow, I fall in the bed. And again, I'm thinking about Zayn. Wait... If he talked with Liam... He has a phone... But does he have the same number? Maybe, where did Liam get it? Or if Zayn's using another number, but called Liam first... But what if they took his phone and he didn't know his number? The thoughts are messing with my mind. But I don't want to text or call him in case he doesn't have the same number. No, I have to call. I take my phone and dial his number. It rings. And I patiently wait. But he doesn't pick up. I place my phone on the table and sigh. My phone vibrates notifying that I have a new message. I smile when I entertain the thought of Zayn texting me. I grab the phone and check it. A bigger smile appears on my lips when I see Zayn's name. I open the message.

Zayn- Sorry, can't talk. Text me tomorrow? Goodnight, little. ;)

I practically reread the message for so long until I realise I'm crying from happiness.

To Zayn- it's okay :) yea okay, night, Zee :))

I put my phone on the table and plug a charger in it, but then fastly undress and get under the sheets. I close my eyes and try to fall asleep as fast as I can. Yay, we can text now! And soon I'll meet him!

I wake up really excited. I jump out of the bed and check my phone. And there's a message from Zayn. I check it.

Zayn- hey, little. I know it's early for you but I had to tell you I won't be able to text today until 6pm so sorry if I don't answer. Have a good day, little ;) xxZ

I practically scream in my mind. I wear a black jumpsuit and a white jacket on it. On feet I wear my black short socks. Do all my morning routine and go downstairs with my bag. Liam is already eating an apple. I make myself some cereal with milk. I eat it all and even drink a cup of coffee. Meanwhile Liam's playing his phone and sometimes looks up at me. When I finally stand up and look at him he gets up as well. I smile.

"Let's go?" he asks. I nod. We both go to the corridor. Wear our shoes.

"Bye, Li. Bye, Kayla." Nicole speaks up as she goes from the living room to the kitchen. We go out. I turn to Liam.

"They hate me, don't they?" I ask. Liam sighs.

"Unfortunately, that might be true." he answers as he takes my hand, "But it doesn't matter if you have me, right? I'm there for you instead of them." he sounds quite insecure about it. I squeeze his hand. We slowly go to school. The lessons haven't started yet. But there is something different here. A different aura. I look all over the hallway.

"Are you two together? Smile!" a girl with a camera shouts and snaps a photo of us.

"We're not to-" he doesn't even finish when she squeals and runs away telling everyone we're together. I laugh. I think it's the first time in a long time that I've showed any happiness at school.

"Now we are together." I say laughing, "For her." I add. He smiles and hugs me.

"What's your first lesson?" he asks while I hug him back.

"Maths." I answer and look up at him. He nods.

"I have maths today as well, I'll talk to her about you. She's gon' regret her life." he whispers next to my ear. I nod and let him go.

"Thanks. Meet you later." I say and slowly walk to my lesson. I hate maths. Mostly because of the teacher, but on the other hand it's not my 'talent'. I enter the classroom and sit in my seat on which is engraved 'stupid looser'. I put my books on it sighing. I look up at my classmates who are laughing in the front. They're writing something on the blackboard. Great.

"Kay-La... Is... A... Loo-ser." one of them writes and loudly spells so everyone would turn their attention to them. And now everyone laughs. They clean the blackboard, because they want to be the teacher's sweeties and she doesn't like when someone writes on the blackboard without asking. I look back at my table. I take my phone.

To Liam- Liii they say I'm a looser :(

I send and block my phone waiting for his answer. And finally it vibrates. I open up.

Liam- ignore them. I'll get to you as soon as I can, I just can't right now. Be strong, little ;) xx

I smile and block my phone. He always makes me smile.

"With who are you texting, huh? Oh, your fucking-toy Li-" he doesn't end, because I slap him so hard. Oh, this is my lucky day, right? Teacher came in exactly when I slapped him.

"Kayla! Apologise! Now!" teacher yells at me. I shake my head saying a quiet 'no'. She comes to me and gets me up by MY EAR! Now I know how Zayn felt when 'ma did that to him.

"I said apologise, you cow!" she yells again. I frown and wince in pain.

"And I said NO!" I shout back. For that she slaps me. Ouch. Her rings made it more painful. It feels like they made a mark.

"I hope you rot in hell!" she curses me. I turn to her.

"Trust me, you'll be first there because you'll die sooner." I spit back. She pushes me what causes me to fall to the ground. A burning ache begins to appear in my head since I hit it quite hard. Everything gets blurry. I feel like I'm not conscious, but I hear some voices over a high pitch sound. The last thing I see is... Someone with... Black hair? ZAYN!