Boy With Love|COMPLETE|

TWENTY

●Some years back●

"Eat up, Santiago."
Zayn's mom said as she walked past him to the dining, he frowned forcing the cereals and milk into his mouth.

His mom hummed from the kitchen as she washed the dishes, her brown hair danced behind her back, he always saw his mom as a Goddess. Her beauty was rare and the way she cared selflessly for everyone was the sweetest thing ever.

Her baby bump was now very visible, he couldn't wait for his little sister to be born. He was going to be so protective of her, he smiled at the thought of being a big brother.

"Santi?"
His mom called when she noticed he had stopped eating.

Zayn gave her a scowl and forced himself to finish his breakfast. He looked around their old apartment, his mom worked as a housekeeper while his dad was a delivery man.

They weren't poor and they weren't rich either as far as they could afford three meals a day and pay the bills.

"Hurry up, the President will be here any minute."
His mom screamed from the kitchen.

"Must I come with you? I'm not interested."
He grumbled.

"The whole neighborhood is going, you must come."

"I'm just twelve, mom. It's for old people, I won't understand anything the dude is going to say."

"The dude is the President of your country and it's an honor to have him here."

He snorted, he gave up on trying to convince his mom. His parents were in love with the President, he remembered the way they danced around the living room when he was announced the winner of the election.

He wished his mom won't take her with him, he wanted to join his friends and play with the new push Scooter.

His mom left to change her dress, he wanted to sneak out but he knew she would get very angry, he didn't want her in a sour mood as she was pregnant.

He used the opportunity to throw the remaining milk and cereal away, he rinsed the bowl and went to the living room to wait for her.

He looked down at his old jeans that had a stain on the left thigh, he looked away not concerned.

His mom came out on a red floral dress, her brown hair was packed in a neat ponytail and her makeup wasn't that noticeable.

"How do I look?"
She asked with a pose.

"Pregnant."
He grunted, she spanked his head and grabbed her purse.

"Let's go, your dad will meet us there."
He followed with a scowl.

The neighborhood ground was already crowded, people holding the tiny American flag or President Sam Nolan's posters.

"Darse prisa," his mom's Spanish accent whispered and grabbed his hand, she forced her way to the front, his dad joined some minutes later on his work uniform.

Zayn was trapped between them, he cringed when they shared a kiss. It was moments like this he hated being the only child.
He looked around for his friends but didn't find them, he was probably the only kid here.

His mom squealed like a teenage girl when four flashy cars pulled into the neighborhood. He rolled his eyes wishing the President won't take long in whatever he was here for.

His security team surveyed the area for the President's safety, a guard opened the car in the middle, a slim leg came into view. His shiny shoe glistened under the sun, catching every eye.

"Oh my..."
His mom whispered as the President came out. He was tall, slim, and too good-looking for his age.

He flashed a wide smile and waved, everyone screamed. His grey two-piece suit fitted him so well, he was escorted by four guards to the podium prepared for him.