"Zayn, do you have any family?"

Mom's questions were coming faster now and more fluid as she became more comfortable around Zayn. I could see in his eyes that he was neither amused or annoyed, but somewhat in between- bored, most likely. We had finished our food almost half an hour now and the only thing standing between us and sleep was my Mom.

I bit my lip at her question, glancing at him to catch his reaction.

His amber eyes widened suddenly, his lips pursing slightly before a sad emotion rubbed across his face. My eyes traveled across the disdain.

"Mom-" I went to say something, hating that look on his face. He hushed me before I could say anything else and I settled back in my chair waiting for his words. Zayn took a few breaths, clenching onto his icy water, staring at the clear water.

"I do. They live in England. But I have my sister visiting with my nephew."

His eyes flicked to mine and I realized he was talking about Delia and his son. I frowned, looking away from him. Now he was lying to my Mom? I guess it wasn't a bad lie, especially if he wanted to impress her- which he was. But something so easily as saying he had a son four years old might completely break her wonder for him.

"That's nice. How old is your nephew?"

"Four."

Our eyes met again and he hallowed his cheeks out, blowing out an exhausted breath of air. Mom pushed hair off her shoulder, smiling a small smile before tapping the tabletop softly.

"We should get you back to them then-"

"Zayn?"

A small dumbfounded voice asked from the front of the table. All eyes moved to the dirty brown hair and small pouted lips of a familiar girl. My eyes narrowed at the sight of her, remembering her history with Zayn. Why was she here?

Mom looked between Delia and Zayn curiously.

"You two know each other?"

Delia shifted to stare back at my Mom, a smile profoundly on her face. "He's my boyfriend." My teeth came down on my cheek. My subconscious was screaming at her with the middle finger raised and waving in front of her pretty face. What the FUCK was she doing here?

I glared down Zayn, raising an eyebrow acutely. He noticed my pissed off expression and was quick to stand, grabbing Delia's shoulders and pushing her away from the table slightly. She frowned at him, struggling to reach his hand.

Mom's face was utterly confused. Eventually we had stood also, watching the two of them- Delia trying to touch Zayn intimately while he tried anything to move away from her. And this is why I didn't say anything earlier about him to her. This was bound to happen and now we'd be physically forced to stay away from each other by an immovable object named Mom.

"I'm sorry, did you say boyfriend?"

"Yes. And what is on your neck?!"

My hands flew to my neck to stop the evasive stares aimed at the bruise resting there. Mom frowned and Zayn scowled.

"Is that a hickey?" Delia continued, voice raising. I shook my head, letting the loose strands of hair to fall around my face. This was so fucked up. Why was she here?

"Who gave that to you?" Damn would she shut up?

"Um-" I struggled for the right words, avoiding Zayn's helpless eyes. Delia had caught his hands in hers, her thumb gently stroking the outside of his skin. Jealousy streamed through my veins, enlightening a dark fire and making me shake.

"Delia, stop." Zayn snapped. "Why are you here?" He asked after a second, eyebrows pulling together in concentration. Delia shrugged, breaking from him and stepping back from the three of us.

"Sam wants you. Won't stop crying." Delia huffed.

"Who's Sam?" And I thought my Mom was nosey before...

"Our son."

"My nephew."

They said at the same time. Mom's eyes bulged and narrowed at the same time. Oh shit. I swallowed hard and zeroed in on Delia. Her smug expression linked to my envious one and she crossed her arms over her chest. Zayn cleared his throat.

"Maybe we should go outside-" He suggested but Mom interrupted, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to her side. I stumbled a little but caught myself before making a fool of me.

"It's very clear what's going on here. I do not appreciate cheaters and I won't stand men who do not have safe sex." She snuffed, pulling me back. "You're not allowed to even look at my daughter, let alone be in the same room as her. Understand?"

My breath caught. This is exactly what I knew would happen.

Without consciously thinking I looked towards Zayn. Was he going to protest? Did he care enough to say something? But as soon as I saw that all too familiar sad look, I knew we were through.

Mom threw me back, pushing me from the restaurant and out the doors.

Notes

I'm thinking like three more chapters for this book and then I'll start a second one.