Zayn’s POV
“What happened here?” Principal Jenkins asked, referring to my profusely bleeding nose.
“I um, I-I tripped in the hall.” I replied hesitantly, as the curly haired boy glared at me.
“Well, be more careful next time, you’re just lucky that Harry here was there to help you.”
Harry sat with a sly smug smirk on his face, loving the attention. I wanted to stand up and punch him in the face more than anything, but in reality I would never have the guts.
“Yeah, thanks mate.” I said to Harry blankly.
“No problem, you just gotta watch your step in these halls, it gets pretty crowded.”
“Well, Zayn I suggest you go to the nurse and get your nose looked at. Harry mind taking him down there?”
“Not at all sir.” Harry replied, standing up and walking towards the door. I slowly stood up, still in a bit of pain from what had happened only about 15 minutes ago. As Principal Jenkins closed the door behind me, Harry immediately dropped the act and threw his fist at my midsection. I doubled over as the searing pain shot up my body.
“Next time, don’t get in my way and you can avoid a broken nose weirdo.” He snarled, his husky voice becoming overrun with a hint of violence. I avoided his eye contact and stayed silent, hoping to prevent any further pain.
“Are we clear Malik?” he snapped, grabbing the color of my t-shirt and forcing me to meet his dark gaze. I nodded hesitantly, as he let go, backing away from me. He walked away down the hall, soon disappearing from my view. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder before walking down to the nurse’s office to get my nose checked out.
“Aw, sweetheart it looks like you’ve got a broken nose. I’ll call your mum and she’ll have to bring you to the doctor’s.” the nurse informed me, as she handed me an ice pack to set on the sore wound. I winced as the cold material hit the skin. I got up and sat in the hall, waiting until my mum got here to pick me up. One day, I swear I’ll stand up to Styles and his boys. I’m done being the victim.
Rachel’s POV
“Alright, I’ll see you later love.” I said, leaving my friend and walking towards my next class. I saw someone sitting with their back against the wall outside of the nurse’s office, head down resting on their knees. As I got closer I soon realized who it was; Zayn Malik. Poor kid must’ve pissed off Harry again. This is the third time this week he’s been in the nurse’s office; I wonder what happened this time. His head shot up as he heard the sound of my heals hitting the floor. I became wide-eyed when I laid eyes on his swollen, slightly bloody nose. It had to have been broken. I smiled pitifully at him, staying silent as I passed him. He looked away; probably embarrassed of the evident beating he took.
Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Niall Horan and Louis Tomlinson have been torturing that poor boy since primary school and no one has stood up to them. Zayn isn’t the most social person ever; he’s definitely more of a loner. But he seems like a sweet guy, and he’s rather attractive in my opinion. I would love to see someone do to Harry what he does to Zayn.
Zayn’s POV
“Oh no, darling what happened this time?” my mum quizzed, as she examined my nose, gasping at the sight. I rolled my eyes slightly in annoyance.
“Nothing, just me being clumsy again.”
“Sweetie, be more careful. Are you sure there’s nothing else you want to tell me?”
I sighed, coming to the realization that she most likely knew I lied about my injuries. But I wasn’t about to tell her what I go through day after day.
“No mum, I promise.”
“Okay…well I guess we better get you to the doctors.” she said, helping me up as I climbed into the car. The ride to the hospital was silent; the only sound consuming the car was that of the radio.
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“Zayn Malik?” the nurse called out, scanning the waiting room until I stood up. My mum was about to follow me into the exam room but I stopped her.
“Mum, I am old enough to go in a doctor’s room by myself. I’m not a baby.”
“Okay, okay I’m staying. Just tell me what the doctor says, okay?”
I nodded, before walking with the nurse into the exam room. She informed me that the doctor would be with me momentarily. When the doctor finally entered the room she immediately began to treat my battle wound.
“May I ask how you got this?” she asked curiously as she bandaged my nose.
“Um…just tripped in the hall at school…” I replied unconvincingly.
“Does this hall have a name, and a fist?” she asked sarcastically obviously knowing my statement was a lie.
“How’d you know…?”
“Honey, you were lying through your teeth. No one breaks their nose this badly just by tripping in a crowded hallway.”
I sighed, wishing I was a better liar.
“Please don’t tell my mom…” I begged.
“I won’t tell her that you got punched, but I am going to have to suggest that you start seeing a therapist…you’re not the first victim of bullying we’ve had here.”
She finished up and I stood from my previous spot, taking my bag with me. The doctor walked out with me, so she could have a few words with my mum. Great, I thought. Now not only am I loner, a bully, and an art freak, but now to top it all off I have to see a therapist.
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A/N: Hello Lovebugs! So here’s the very first chapter for this story! I know it’s extremely boring and short, but it’s only the beginning, I promise it will get MUCH more entertaining. Please let me know what you think so far! Pweeeeeeeaaaaaasssssssseeeeeee comment/vote/fan! Love you guys.xx
