Window to Window ➸ Ziall

Chapter 6

Ugh. Why are you so beautiful? You don't know what you do to me. Zayn thinks.

Niall sets down his guitar, strips off his clothes til he's in boxers and gets in his bed. Zayn smiles fondly at him before getting into bed himself.

"Goodnight, Niall."

—-

"Malik, ready for that test in music appreciation today?" Louis asked.

Zayn looks at him wildly, "W-what?"

Louis laughs, "Test in music appreciation...worth 40% of your grade..."

"Shit!" Zayn cursed and slammed his locker shut.

"Well I studied" Louis smiles widely.

Zayn rolls his eyes, "Sure, Lou. You haven't studied since like 8th grade."

Louis shrugs, "Don't need to, I always pass."

Just then the ball rang and Zayn turns his head to Louis. "Seeya."

Zayn sat down in pre-calc, groaning over that dreaded test he'd have to take in 7th hour. Thank god it was his last hour though so maybe he'd have time to study.

"What's wrong?"

Zayn turned, seeing Niall there with a concerned look on his face. "J-just this music appreciation test I gotta take in 7th hour. I forgot and now I'm gonna fail."

"I'm in music appreciation 6th hour. Maybe I could help?" he bit his lip.

Zayn's heart stops, "I-uh...s-sure."

"Cool. Meet me at the field during lunch."

"O-okay."

Zayn walked out the field. His heart was pounding and he was pretty sure he was gonna faint. Why did Niall wanna help him? He seemed like the type to not even study himself.

Zayn sees Niall seated on the grass with his binders and papers spread around him. "Hi."

"Hey" Niall pulls out a cigarette and lights it.

"Why do you smoke?" Zayn asked suddenly as he takes a seat.

Niall blows out some smoke and shrugs. "I don't know. It calms me down. Its a habit I've had since I was eleven."

Zayn picks at some grass, "It damages your health though" he mumbles.

"Does it look like I care?"

They sit in silence for a few till Niall tosses Zayn a packet. "Start going over this."

Zayn holds the packet in his hand and looks at it for a moment. He bits his lip. He doesn't understand why Niall's being so cold to him suddenly. Was it because he talked about him smoking?

"Um...c-can you help me?" Zayn looks at Niall who's already looking at him, blowing out more smoke.

"I am helping. I just gave you my packet now look over it."

"Kay" Zayn mumbles.

Zayn looked over the answers for awhile till Niall laughs. He glances over at Niall, who was texting.

"W-who are you texting?" Zayn bit his lip.

"Why?" Niall looks up from his phone.

Zayn shrugs, "Just wondering."

"Alicia."

Zayn clenched his jaw and let out a deep breath. He tried his best to mask his anger. "C-cool."

"Yeah, she'll be in town Friday. I'm so happy" Niall smiles.

Zayn frowns, "Great. Hopefully this relationship will work out..."

Niall looks at him for a second. "Yeah, me too..."

Zayn raises his brows, "You're not so sure?"

Niall sighs, "I mean, we've been together for 2 years and its been great. But now I'm not so sure. I don't feel that spark we used to have, ya know? And now its only going away more from us being so far apart. I just don't know if it'll work out anymore."

"Its okay. Some relationships just don't have sparks anymore. But if you really l-love her then you should keep trying. When she comes down for the weekend, talk to her and take her out. Maybe it'll help."

Niall flashes Zayn a million dollar smile that makes him swoon. "Thanks. You know you don't seem like such a weirdo after all."

Zayn chuckles, "Y-yeah and you don't seem like such the dark and badboy type."

Niall's smile fades and he scrunches his eyebrows. "What? You thought I was dark and a badboy?"

Zayn shrugs, "I don't know. You just seem like the type. You smoke and stuff."

Niall shakes his head, "Just because I smoke doesn't mean that I'm a badboy. Jesus, I tell you I'm not the goody-goody type and then you think I'm some type of delinquent? Please, I already get enough of this shit from my parents" he snaps.

Zayn gapes at him, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

Niall snatches the packet out his hands and stands up. "No. I get it. I smoke and I don't fit in so I'm a delinquent. I'm the type to set off fire alarms and spray paint the walls and back talk teachers and get in fights. I'm so bad."

"W-what? Niall, I don't understand..." Zayn says, giving him a confused look.

"Look, I get it. I don't do the right things all the time. I know I smoke and drink and I have anger issues. I hate how people think I'm some type of criminal. My mum's always telling me this shit and resents me for how I am. But I get it."

"I don't!" Zayn says.

"Seeya, hope you do okay on your test."

Aand then Niall's walking off the field, leaving a bewilered Zayn.