he had picked up your broken pieces from your last heartbreak. zayn was your everything and you were his. now you were walking into a party your parents were throwing and as you walk behind your mother, you see zayn standing with your friends and smile softly. but as your mother notices her face turns into a scowl as she whispers to her husband “who is that? he’s got all those tattoos and he’s so…” you didn’t have to hear the rest to know what she was going to say. your mom was always judgmental but you never expected the blatant racism that came from her. your face drops as you finally get into the room, heading straight for zayn.