Our Dark Sides & Dirty Little Secrets -1D Fanfic (bxb and bxg)

Chapter 3: Liam and Zayn

A/N-Hi everyone! I'm going to update again so fast because it's a Friday, and I dont have to get up early tomorrow! So enjoy this update, and the more coming up this weekend! Thanks for reading! :) Liams and Zayns part in the story take part a day after Louis and Niall's.

Liam's Pov

I woke up to hear screaming from outside of my bedroom door. Checking the time, it wasn't even noon yet. From the voices, I could tell my mother and father were already screaming to the capacity of their lungs. After a few minutes passed by, the arguing subsided and I decided to get up from bed. I already had on a shirt and a pair of shorts, so all I did was grab some flip flops and open my bedroom door. In a split second, my mum walked by me without a word. I could see her eyes were red as can be, so she must have been crying. Before I reached the last step of the stairs, I heard the front door slam with great force. Looking around the first level of the house, it looked pleasant. My family was well off and lived on the very upper end on Wolverhampton, England. Everyone who knew us thought we had the image of a perfect family. Glancing at an old family picture, I thought that those comments would never be true. My parents fussed all the time. Hearing it always tore my emotions up on the inside. Who would want to hear your parents fuss and fight all the time!? All I wanted for us to do is be together as one, but I knew if it met us actually agreeing with each other, it would never happen. As I glanced more at the family picture, I saw all the warming smiles of my family being together. Then I remembered what had just happend a few minutes ago. Forcing the bad memory out of my head, I walked out of the front door to head a couple blocks to the local library. Thinking about how I could better my family while taking each step towards the building. I worked in the library from time to time. The librarian giving me a little money for making sure books were put properly away. This gave me a little pocket change to use rather than ask my dad for money. Every since things started to go downhill with my mother and him, he continuously told me I was ungrateful and didn't deserve to have the nice things I had. So I try not to ask him for anything now, showing I try to be grateful as much as possible for what I have. The library was closing up, and I finished putting all the books away, so I decided to sit and read this psychology book that I saw interest me. It said for to solve problems, an easy way would be to talk it out in a none stressful negative environment. Since the book said that, I thought I would try it once I got home. Leaving the library, I waved sweetly to the heavily aged librarian. The thought of this bit of advice helping my family made a small grin on my face. When I opened the door, all I saw was my mum reading a book on the couch. My dad must've hadn't come home from work yet. Since I was waiting for both of them to be here for this, I decided to take a small nap.

Two hours later....

A slammed car door from outside my window signaled me my dad was here. I jumped out my bed to pierce my ear towards my bedroom door. Everything seemed normal between the two. "You know he leaves tomorrow, so why not go and tell him what's going to happen to him." I heard my mum say downstairs. What was she talking about? Was she talking about me, and where was I going if it was me? "I just came home from work and you already want me to do something? It shouldn't matter who he hears it from as long as he knows he's getting kicked out." That was it for me. What was going on!? They had to be talking about me. Going down the steps three at a time, I reached the last step. "What are you two talking about? is this about me?" They both looked like they were scrambling for words to tell me. My father was the first to speak out. "I'm tired of you being here, being an ungrateful spoiled brat Liam. Your leaving tomorrow to go to Lincoln's Boarding School." I was speechless. What was happening!? "Dad, I don't mean to be spoiled. I'm sorry, please forgive me!?" "Its too late Liam. Start packing because your leaving tomorrow." How could my parents do this to me!? I have never been ungrateful for the things they have been able to get me! Looking over to my mother, she hadn't said anything to me in this discussion. "I'm sorry Liam, but it was either you go or both of us. I just thought you would want your mother to be happy." she said guiltily. Without a word, I crepted

back up stairs saying no more to both of my parents. It's just best to not even argue with them. But how could my mum say that to me? She'd rather have all materialistic objects than her own son. Some family we are. I wiped a tear away before it could even escape down my face and took out a suit case from under my bed to start packing for my new school.

Meanwhile in Bradford, England....

Zayns Pov

"Good evening Mrs Malik, we have to talk about Zayn's behavior. " I heard my principal tell my mum in his office. I had just got in a fight with some random guy at school because he made fun of me cutting myself. The anger I built up so much when he tried to make a joke about me cutting just was enough to push me over the limit. Punching his face while he was on the ground until a teacher had the strength to pull me off of him. I didnt want to hit him, its just that I hate it when people see my terrible scars on my arms. Usually I wear an old ripped up varsity jacket to cover up the scars, but I had forgotten it at home today. "Yes, I know Mr. Johnson , it won't happen again. I promise this will be Zayn's last time causing trouble at school. Am I right Zayn?" my mother then looked towards me with a face that signaled me to agree on what she said. "I'm sorry Mrs. Malik, but this was his final offense at this school. We have given Zayn enough second tries, but today was the last straw. Now we know times are tough for you and your family, but we have a boarding school that would be perfect for Zayn." "Boarding school! I'm not going to a boarding school with preppy rich kids!" "Zayn hush, and listen!" My mother seemed a little interested to know more about this school. I dont even know why. I was perfectly fine with being in the school I was in now. Sure they didn't have the best education, security, or teachers but that didn't mean I wanted to switch schools. "Mrs. Malik, we are willing to pay for Zayns first semester for you, if you seem interested." "Mr Johnson, what will this school help Zayn with that he can't learn here?" Mr Johnson began to sigh. "Zayn is bi polar Mrs Malik and this school helps many teens with the problems they have mentally and psyically. Here's a brochure if you want more detail about it." I watched Mr Johnson hand my mum the brochure for this boarding school. "And you said you will pay for his first semester?" "The school would be- "Are you actually thinking of making me go to this school mum!? Why go if I'm only going to be their for the first semester!?" "Because Zayn, you need to change for the better! Now I will figure the money part out when it comes okay. But right now, you have no choice to go because of what you did today." I sat down keeping my mouth shut the rest of their conversation. "As I was saying, the school has paid for Zayn to go already. They think this could better him in the future. All the board of supervisors want to know is, if you want him to go to this school?" My mum thought for a second before she blurted out an answer to the question that held my faith for a whole semester of school. "Okay, I want him to go. When will he have to leave?" His plane leaves early tomorrow morning, so I would suggest packing today." "Thank you Mr Johnson for the help. my mum said while getting up out of her seat. "No problem Mrs Malik. hope this does wonders for Zayn." he said while looking at me. "I sure hope it does too Mr Johnson, because I dont know what else to do with him." As we got into the car I was completely pissed off to even talk. I know my mum noticed because I wouldn't even look at her direction. "I know your mad, about switching schools Zayn, but we have no choice. You can't keep fighting or beating up someone because they say something about your cuts you made."

Yes, my mum did know I cut. All she didn't know was that I didn't stop. Whenever I felt the need to, I would always cut. If someone got me too pissed, then I would end up cutting my arms so bad that the blood would flow out non stop. My anger just got out of hand really fast many times. That's what happens to people who are bi polar. "So what are you going to do after the first semester is over and you'll have to pay to keep me their?" "Like I said in the principles office, I will find it some way. You just worry about packing as soon as you get home and get a good night's sleep, because your going to Wolverhampton, England tomorrow to this school." Wolverhampton, England? I had no idea on where this place was, but I knew they weren't prepared for me to arrive to this school.

A/N-Next up is when the boys get to the school and they meet each other! Sorry if Liams part was boring and not too interesting. Who's background story was your favorite out of all the boy's? Mine was Zayn's and Louis', but leave a comment about yours and tell me why! I might update again tomorrow too! Vote and comment guys! :D