Ziall-One Shots

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Tumblr Prompt: Can you do a one shot where niall is bullied and zayn is the new teacher and he helps him and they fell in love and just pure and lot of fluff :) i love you and your OS

Niall’s Pov:

Bullies, I hate the word, I hate the meaning, I have no respect for the people who do it, Who wakes up one morning and decides they want to disrespect, Tear someone down, Physically hurt them, How can you wake up and wanna make someones life a misery? Not everyone is bullied, Some lucky people can go through all of school and never be bullied, If your unlucky like me then you’ll have that bullying experience, Why they call it that I’ll never know. Bullies can impact your life alot, They can make you feel like your worthless, They can take your confidence down to a new low. Bullies have done that to me, They’ve made me feel like I don’t fit in, Like I don’t belong anywhere, I always hated going school, I’d be bullied every single day, That was until he came along, Our new teacher, He changed everything.

Our old teacher, Being honest here was completely useless, He’d let you run around and do whatever you please, He’d just sit there reading his paper without a care in the world, Whenever you went to him and told him you had a problem or you was being bullied he’d tell you it’d pass in time and not to worry to much about it, The day he announced he was leaving I cheered with happiness, I couldn’t wait to meet our new teacher, I hoped he would be a strict person who didn’t tolerate bullying, When he first walked in the room I felt like slapping my head on the desk over and over again, How could he be our teacher? He looks young enough to be a student here!

“Morning class, I’m Mr Malik” He stated as his eyes searched the classroom, All the girls looked just about ready to faint, Yeah he was hot, But he’s a teacher they have no chance with him. As for the boys they were sitting there with smirks on there faces thinking only one thing, ‘Pushover’, I sighed as Mr Malik made his way to the board and began writing his name. The second his back was turned I felt a piece of paper hit the back of my head, I then felt a pair of legs kicking the back of my chair, I didn’t turn around, I tried not to pay attention to it.

“Calvin is this football practice?” Mr Malik asked as he turned away from the board.

“No” Calvin replied.

“Then would you care to explain to me why your kicking Niall’s chair?” Mr Malik questioned, Calvin’s eyes widened. “Well?” He stated, Calvin said nothing. “See me after school” Mr Malik said before sitting down at his desk. “I have one rule in this classroom, That rule is I won’t tolerate cowardly acts of bullying, Your all old enough to know how stupid and hurtful it can be, So I don’t want to see it, Understand?” Mr Malik stated, The whole class mumbled before nodding there heads just then the bell rang signaling registration was over and it was time to get to class. “I’ll see you all this afternoon, Niall can you stay back please?” Mr Malik asked, I nodded my head, Mr Malik waited for the class to empty before closing the door. “Niall some of your teachers have been telling me about your bullying ordeal” He said, I nodded my head slowly. “I know your previous teacher didn’t do anything to help you with that, So I want to let you know anytime you want to talk come and find me”

“I will, Thankyou” I mumbled, Mr Malik smiled warmly before allowing me to leave.

Weeks passed as Mr Malik continued to help me with my bullies, Whenever something was said I’d go to him talk to him about it and he’d pull the student aside and have a word with them, I felt relieved knowing I could go to someone. The bullying settled down a little but it still didn’t get any better, One evening after school was done I was at my locker getting my books, Before I knew what was happening I was shoved full force into the metal lockets, A groan left my lips before a boot came into contact with my stomach, When the sound of a door opening filled the corridor my attacker ran away leaving me laying on the floor, Footsteps filled my ears, Those footsteps then turned into sprints, Seconds later Mr Malik’s voice filled my ears.