Through The Dark

Chapter 1

This is what Zayn looks like in this story but without the facial hair and the tattoos haha

Anygays, enjoy!!xxx -H

Bzzzz....Bzzzzz

"Ugh"

Zayn groaned, opening his eyes. 'Five more minutes' he thought to himself.

He cuddled back into his pillow and drifted into slumber once again.

-

"Zayn!"

Zayn jolted awake at the sound of his mum shouting.

"Muum," Zayn groaned,"let me sleep!"

Zayn lifted a pillow over his head to block out the noise.

"C'mon sonshine, you're going to be late!" Trisha pleaded.

"Fine," he groaned, dragging himself out of bed.

"And don't take forever in the bathroom like you always do," Trisha commanded.

Zayn rolled his eyes at her and started to the bathroom to do his morning routine. People around him have always said he should have been a girl because of the amount of time he spends getting ready. He likes being presentable. Which means that he spends a bit more time combing his hair, or choosing the best cologne.

After Zayn took a shower and was satisfied with his hair, he opened his wardrobe to pick an outfit. People thought he spent too much time on this as well. For him, all of his clothes had to match perfectly.

He finally settled on a pair of black skinny jeans, a white T-shirt, and a leather jacket. Maybe he changed a few times before settling on that, but no one needs to know that.

"About time," Trisha teased as Zayn made his way down the stairs.

Zayn shot his mum a glare as he sat down at the dining table.

"I didn't take that long," he defends himself.

"I'm a woman. I apply a full face of make-up and have much more hair to style. Yet, I still take less time then you, honey," she jokes.

Zayn pouts but smiles when Trisha places a plate of eggs and bacon in front of him.

"Fuck yes! I'm starving," Zayn says exitedly. He quickly takes a bite and lets out a moan.

"You're the best, Mum," Zayn moans out with a mouth full of food.

Trisha laughs at her son's antics. With Zayn being the only child, he was quite spoiled by both his parents. However, he had always been a mamma's boy.

He quickly finished the rest of his food and got up to place his plate in the sink.

"Ok, good. Now get your slow arse to the car," Trisha joked.

"Muum" Zayn groaned.

"Yes, my lovely daughter?" She responded with a mischievous smile on her face. Zayn shot a death glare at her and growled. Trisha chuckled and ushered him to the car.

-

Zayn hopped into the car and put in his CD as fast as possible. He and his mum have always fought over the radio. So, they decided that whoever got to the car first, got control over it. The sound of Valentine by 5 Seconds Of Summer filled his ears.

"Hell yeah!!" He yelled.

He couldn't help it. 5SOS is his favorite band. And he always thought that Ashton was kind of hot. He quickly shook those thought out of his head. He was straight, not gay. He shouldn't be thinking of another guy like that.

"I CAN TAKE YOU OUT, OH, OH" he yelled the lyrics of the song. He did small dances to match the song. Trisha playfully rolled her eyes at him

"So, Zayn-"

"SHHH MUM!! It's Michael's solo!" Zayn interrupted.

"Why is his voice so orgasmic?" Trisha questioned.

"I dunno, Mum" Zayn responded.

Trisha turns the volume down as the song ends.

"Sooo, made any friends yet?" Trisha asked.

Zayn rolled his eyes at the question. She asked him the same question all the time and always got the same answer.

"No, Mum," he said with a sigh, "I'm just not a people's person."

Trisha gave him a sad smile. She knew her son. She knew that his lack of friends bothered him. He was an amazing boy. He was smart, talented, funny, attractive. If he would just put himself out there, people would love him. Heck, he would be surrounded all the time!

"You will, baby," she encouraged.

Zayn gave an uninterested nod. Trisha sighed.

As they neared Zayn's school, Trisha looked at her son and smiled.

"Guess what I'mcooking for dinner tonight," she said with a smile.

"What?"

"Meatloaf. Your favorite," she said with a bright smile. Zayn always wondered how she was always so happy. He wished that she would teach him how.

Zayn smiled at the thought of having his favorite food with his family.

"Yes!" He said with a fist pump.

"Haha" Trisha giggled, "knew you would be excited.

-

Trisha parked the car beside the school much to Zayn's dismay.

"Muum, I think I'm sick," Zayn said between fake coughs.

"Yeah right," she said rolling her eyes. "Now get out of my car!"

"Love you too, Mum," Zayn pouted.

"Bye, bye Zaynie!! I love you!!" She said loudly, waving him out of the car.

"But I don't wanna" Zayn whined. He crossed his arms and leaned back into his seat with a pout.

"Zayn," Trisha warned.

"Ugh, fine," Zayn said, grumpily.

Zayn got out of the car and grabbed his stuff as slow as possible. He sent his mum one final look of pain, betrayal, and misery. Trisha rolled her eyes at him and shooed him away. Zayn slung his bag over his shoulder and sighed.

"Goodbye, mere producer," Zayn said dramtically. He turned his head from her in mock disgust and marched away.

Trisha rolled her eyes yet again. They went through this routine every day.

'Ok' Zayn thought to himself, 'another day in literal hell.' He sighed as he walked the the doors of his nightmares.