Foreign Object {Slow updates}

I'm not like them

Chapter 2 ♡~♥~*~♥~♡

At lunch, Charli, Piper, Ciomhe, India, Danielle, Eleanor and I were on our way to the canteen. Then, suprise surprise, my "loving" boyfriend appeared. But, unlike anyother couple, he just slapped my arse and walked off. "Ggrrrrrr, he's so annoying!" I said, sitting down and slumping in my seat. Charli looked at me in a 'wtf' way. "Why don't you just dump him then?" she asked.

"The last girlfriend that dumped him, he sexually abused her for 3 years. I don't want that girl to be me, Charli." I sighed.

Chelsie was my best friend, she went out with Zayn for 2 months. After he stopped abusing her, she committed suicide.

"Oh urm-" Ciomhe started, only to be inturuppted by and voice screaming help. I looked at India. She nodded her head and we both ran to see what it was.

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We were walking down the corridors, searching for the source of the scream. We were about to give up, until we heard it again. I gave India a discreet nod before we ran to the end of the corridor.

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By the time we got there, it was to late. There was nobody there, apart from Niall, sitting against the lockers, crying. His sobs, quiet and muffled. India ran back to her the others as when she see's someone cry, she just, she can't deal with it. Slowly, I walk over to him and I sat down next to him.

He removed his hands from his face and slowly looked up to me. I looked at him in the eyes. "Hi, Niall. I'm Jorji." I said, softly and quietly, so if anyone walked past, he would be he only one to hear me.

"H-h-h-hi" He said, his voice unsteady and close to a whisper.

"Whats the matter?" I gently asked him, my eyes not leaving the his.

"I-i-i-it doesn't m-matter" He mumbled. Tears returning to his eyes, as he returned his face to the ground. As he moved it, I noticed a bruise forming on the side of his face.

"Niall! Who did this to you?" I whisper shouted, lightly touching his bruised cheek. He looked up and looked me in the eyes.

"You can trust me, you know," I whispered. "I'm not like the others."

And with that, a light smile rose to his face, before his gaze returned to his fingers." "Please tell me." I whispered. He shook his head.

"No." He whispered "They'd hurt me more if they found out."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I said, and with that, the bell went, signalling the end of lunch. I helped him up, before putting a piece of paper with my number on it in his pocket. "In case of emergencys." I whispered before walking down the corridor.

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A/N: This is no way meant to be offensive to Zayn Girls what so ever! Or Zayn Malik himself! I love him, and only used him for his role as literally it was names out of the hat. I'm really sorry if you found it offensive in any way!!x ILYL ♥ ~Livi