mixed // zayn centric

mixed // zayn centric

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"Daddy why can't I go to school with the other kids?"Zayn pouted. "Because cupcake, there are bad people out there." His father tried to explain to him for the hundredth time. "B-But Niall and Liam get to go! Why not me!?" He whined loudly, stomping his little six-year-old foot. "Look baby, you're just..." He pondered for a moment to think of the appropriate word. "...very special." "You're special too Daddy!" Zayn giggled, his eyes crinkling at the edges while his mood took a quick 360 turn. "Thank you cupcake, but that's not exactly what I mean. You see, there are people out there who want you for themselves. They're not nice people, and they won't treat you right, okay?" Zayn nodded, even though he had no idea what that meant. He'll find out soon. ----- zianourry fanfiction // zayn centric
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Zayn walked impulsively into the office of his father. Ignoring the two secretaries behind him who tried to stop his intrusion. " S-sir Zayn.. I-I don't think this would be a good--" The lady ceases right away when he sees his eyes glaring at her. A look whos ready to strike anyone who tried to stop him. He slams the door wide open when he reaches his father's office with clench teeth. " I do NOT agree of whut eva' youh plannin, Dad! ' he exlaimed from the moment he opens the door. "If you're not going to agree with this Zayn, who's going to take care of him and his baby, hmn? ' Yaser stated in a calm voice. Looking at his son's face full of rage. He sighed. " I don't careh! He shouted. His voice echoed throughout the entire floor. " Why can't youh jus give em' the fooking money and let him be?!' ------------- " We can't just leave him alone with that child he's carrying, Zayne, you know that. I know your brother is stubborn. Hard-headed, and sometimes self-centered for always doing what he wants. But that man and that baby--' " He's a selfish twat thut's whut he iz! ' Zayne blurted out. Pacing in the offce looking at the ground while stroking his hair in despair. " But they've got nothing to do with our problems.' His father continues. "Atleast let him stay until he give birth. After that, we can give him something to start over, with the baby. ' He looks at his son with pleading. He carry on. " You're brother is no longer with us, but that baby is about to be born without a father. ' Yaser's face full of guilt and sadness but full of pride to admit that he was hurt and very much affected by the loss of his son, Ahlee. He inbreathes, clenching his both hands as a sign of defeat. " And why would I let him stay in ma'place, dad? My place of ol places?! " He frowned as he signed. " Even in his death, I still clean up his mess.'

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