Accused // z.m

[3] Cigerettes [3]

They all sat in the car in complete silence. Zayn looked out the window, feeling disgusted after what he did.

Zayn saw there was a gas station ahead and he had something in mind.

"Liam, pullover." Zayn grumbled.

"We don't even need gas." Liam stated.

"I said to fucking pull over." Zayn raised his voice.

Zayn was done with done with all of this shit and he can't stand one minute more. He needed to 'relax'.

Liam pulled over and Zayn got of the car immediately, slamming the door behind him.

He walked into the little mini mart and to the front. He looked for his favorite brand of cigarettes.

"Can I get one pack of Newport cigarettes?" Zayn asked the cashier.

The man went to get the cigarettes, but he was too anxious to wait. He wanted to smoke now. He needed it.

The man handed Zayn the cigarettes and Zayn paid for them. He walked outside the mini mart and leaned against the wall. He took his lighter out of his pocket and lit up a cigarette. He put the cigarette around his lips and he felt relaxed.

Zayn started reminiscing about his mum. He knew damn well that he shouldn't show his face around the house. His mother must be devastated.

Her only son let her down, and now she can't trust him.

He saw Sophia walk towards him. Her face was blank, so Zayn couldn't read her expression.

She walked over to him. She took Zayn's cigarette out oh his hand and threw on the floor. She stomped on it like there was no tomorrow.

"What the fuck is your problem!" Zayn yelled at her.

"My problem is you Zayn!" She yelled. She was fed up with all his bullshit and she couldn't stand it anymore.

"You're taking it out on us, but you know you got yourself into this mess! If you were actually thinking for once, this would have never happened! Maybe if you fucking listened for once, maybe your mom wouldn't consider you as one of her mistakes!" She spat.

Zayn pushed Sophia in the wall and glared at her,"Don't you fucking dare to insult me."

Liam came running over to them.
He pushed Zayn unaware, causing him to fall back but regain back his balance.

"Zayn don't lay a fucking finger on her." Liam growled as his knuckles came in contact with Zayn's left cheek.

Sophia gasped in surprise. She knew that Liam secretly feared Zayn and he stood up for her.

Zayn winced. He boiled with anger. Never would zayn think that Liam would have enough confidence to tell at him, nor punch him. He was losing his temper and Zayn wasn't in the mood to do any stupid shit.

Zayn grabbed Liam by the collar of his shirt. He threw Liam on the ground and started throwing punches at him.

"Zayn stop it!" Sophia cried in desperation.

Sophia attempted to pull Zayn off Liam, but she couldn't.

"Zayn if you don't stop hurting Liam, I'm going to call the police!" She yelled.

Zayn stopped and got up quickly. He glanced over to Liam.

Liam's face was covered in blood. He had purple blotches all over his face. His eyes were swollen shut. His lip was swollen and cut. Blood stained his new football (soccer) tee shirt.

Sophia pushed Zayn out of the way and went to put her arms around Liam.

"Liam, love are you okay?" She asked softly. Tears running down her face like a waterfall.

Liam let out a painful groan. He attempted to get up, but he fell and let out a small yelp.

"Zayn you're fucking disgusting. I can't even look at you, nor would I be able in picture. You should be glad had pity in you." She growled.

Before Zayn knew it, Niall got out the car and went over to check out the scene.

The owner of the mini mart ran out to the scene. He glanced over to Zayn. He saw Zayn's knuckles. They were red and covered in blood. With what the owner observed, he could already make inferences.

"I'm going to call the police. Stay put." The man pointed at Zayn. The man ran back in to the mini mart and went to call the police.

Zayn ruffled his hair anxiously, ruining his perfectly styled quiff.

Zayn started to think of what to do. If he went back, he would stay there. No one would bail him out.

He started thinking about options, but none seemed like they would be successful.

Except one.

Run.

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Leandro DiCaprio is my fucking cinnamon apple. Tbh I'm anxiously waiting the FOUR album omg I can already predict the amount girls that are going to faint from Zayn's high notes. I've been obsessed with The 1975 lately. alright I'm going to go eat a yo crunch Oreo yogurt bye.