records {z.s.}

3.

zayn warily took harry's hand, expecting him to pull it away before he could grab it and turn around, laughing.

"whoa, harry what are you doing?" andy had a confused look as harry pulled zayn up gently.

"c'mon andy, give mute a break. don't you think you've done enough?" harry raised his eyebrows.

zayn felt himself slightly sink as harry used 'mute' to refer to zayn and he scrunched his face up, like he was tasting a bad lemon and ran off towards the bus, concealing his rip and hiding his now cherry red face.

The bus ride home was just a blur for zayn. He shoved his earbuds into his ears and tried turning his music up as loud as he could without damaging his eardrums.

When he stood up to get off at his stop, he slightly tasted a bit of blood which was caused by zayn biting down on his tongue to keep his tears back since he had left the school.

he felt the stares on his back as he passed every seat, just aching to get away from the attention. when he stepped off of the bus, he felt his foot slide out from under him and his back hit hard against the paved driveway. he yelled out in pain as he clutched onto the back of his head, pulling himself into a fetal position. and when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he heard loud taps on the bus windows. his eyes were met with kids of all ages, pointing and laughing at him...mocking him. he shook his head as he pushed himself off of the ground, a headache now pounding in his brain.

with every step he took up his rather long driveway, he knew what would come to his face tomorrow. he knew that he would get teased and pestered and made fun of.

zayn took a deep sigh as he stepped into his house, softly closing the door behind him.

"mummy I'm home!" zayn called out to his mum as he threw his backpack down by the kitchen table.

he forced her a warm smile when he saw her head peek around the corner.

"oh hello zaynie! how was school darling?"

"it was okay. I ripped my jeans..." he turned himself around, the rip in the butt cheek facing her.

"oh give 'em here and I'll sew 'em up for ya."

zayn quickly slipped his jeans off, tossing them at his mum and kissed her cheek before making his way back to his room.

"thank you mummy."

she nodded in response, locking herself in her room. zayn had to giggle when she would have an important job to do because she would lock herself in her room and stay in there for hours until whatever she was doing was finished and no one was allowed to bother her unless it was an emergency.

safaa, zayn's youngest sister tip-toed out of the bedroom that she shared with his other sister, waliyha.

"hi zayn!" she waved excitedly and now threw herself into his arms.

"hi safaa. how was school?" zayn picked her up by her waist and threw her over his shoulder.

"it was goooooood." she giggled loudly, squirming in his grip.

he ran up and down the small hallway, laughing loudly along with safaa as she hit her fists against his lower back.

"p-put me down, zaynie!"

"oh fine fine I'll stop."

he set her down with ease, a chuckle escaping from his throat. zayn bent down to safaa's height as he poked her nose. he and his sisters were all quite close to each other. they did almost everything together when they could. most people found it weird how much time zayn spent with his sisters but he always knew it was because he grew up in a house full of girls. his dad passed away when he was only seven years old so he was used to girls.

"is doniya home yet?" safaa bit at her lip in confusion.

"not that I know of, darling." zayn didn't hear of her coming home yet. he didn't even know that she was coming home until christmas which was seven months away.

"oh..."

"hey she'll be home soon enough I promise."

zayn gave safaa a soft smile as his hand rested on her shoulder. he felt bad because seven months was not soon enough for safaa. at most, soon enough to her was two months.

"do you promise zaynie?"

she stuck her pinkie finger out at him, her eyebrows raised as zayn let a slight chuckle escape from his throat. he wrapped his pinkie finger around hers and gave it a slight shake.

"I promise."

she gave him a light nod before wrapping her arm around him
only for a millisecond and pulled away to run back into her room.

zayn found this amusing as he stood up and stepped into his dark room, the only light in there escaping through the small window in the corner.

when he turned his light on, his eyes, as if commanded, lied their gaze on the gigantic stack of records beside his record player.

and with that, zayn felt a sigh suddenly erupt from his throat.

(hi guys! I'm really sorry for not really updating this book that much, I'm trying I promise haha. um I'm also excited because I might start a larry stylinson book in 2015 called "nepenthe" but I'm not sure which month...please go check out the introduction and comment what you think about it! I love you all and thank you for reading .x)