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So, I HAD to dedicate this to @iwasborntoright because she gave me the song idea in this chapter! Thank you so much baby, it did really fit in with Zayn, describes him perfectly! So thank you, you deserve this:)x
P.s: The song that I used in this chapter is on the side, hope you like it! x
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[Zayn]
As the bell rang to sense the end of school, I got up from my desk and slowly packed my things into my bag, trying to delay more and more time until I had to go to detention.
I walked out of the classroom, glancing at my Ancient History teacher who spat me a sour look as I left the room. No teachers really liked me, I didn't really know why, just like with the students. No one liked me..
But Mr. Zelnor was the worst. That man hated me. I sighed, knowing I'd have to sit with him for an hour before I could finally go home- Wait, scratch that, I'd much rather be here in detention that at home with dad. I physically shuddered at the thought.
As people shoved past me in the corridor, eager to get out of school and go to their perfect homes and live their perfect lives with their perfect families. Everything was fucking perfect for everyone but me, I was given the worst treatment. And why? I didn't know.
Was it because I was ugly? Because I'm fat? Because no one likes me? Because my mothers dead?
That women was the only one on this earth that liked me, and she got harshly taken away from me when I needed her most. I sighed at the thought, feeling myself tear up. No, I couldn't break, not now. That story was for another day.
I looked around the large hall self-consciously, pulling at my sleeve to cover my wrist more. I couldn't help but feel even more self conscious after that boy. His eyes were so intense, I felt like he could look right into me and see all my deepest darkest secrets, and damn, I had a lot of those, and I'm not willing to share any with anyone..
I swallowed thickly, pushing back the traumatising events. I peaked out from underneath my eyelashes at everyone shoving past me to get out of school and go home. Cool guys strutted with baseball jackets on, laughing their stupid jock laughs as they slung an arm around a tiny girl who was pinned to their side. Nerds walked huddled at the sides, discussing equations and sums. Groups of slutty bitches giggled and swore in small groups, all pulling at their leather skirts to make them shorter and applying more and more make-up to their caked up faces. Their hooker heeled shoes slapped against the cool tiled floor, making sure to stretch their legs so their bums were sticking out, their breasts doing the same. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.
As I passed a group of those same bitches, one felt my presence and turned, her eyelashes fluttering, her chest stuck out as she plastered an awful smile on her lips. She obviously thought I was one big footballer jock with muscles and a killer smile, not know it was just me, the boy who never smiled, had no muscles and was a no one.
She still pushed her boobs right in my face, teetering on her heels like a hooker. She let out a girlish laugh, snorting. Pig.
"Bitch." I muttered as I tired to shove her boobs from my line of vision before I was sick all over them.
She then realized it was me, Zayn Malik, and not some jock and recoiled her body away with a crude 'Ew!'
I sighed. "Classy." I muttered, trying not to be loud, but she heard..
"What was that, Malik?" She spat, squaring up to me.
Even though she was a girl, she was still probably bigger than me. I could see from here I was skinner than her, her wrists looking wider than mine and her hips too. In her heels, she was a few inches taller than me, We'd probably be around the same height if she took of those hooker death traps. I was always smaller than most boys, that's why I was usually the same height as girls. The only boy in the whole school who was probably a bit smaller than me was Niall Horan.
"N-nothing." I started, cursing myself for stuttering.
She grabbed onto my wrist, stopping me from walking. I gasped at her strength and power over me as she yanked me into the wall, her whole, girl-like hand fitting around my wrist, with space at the end. How was she able to do that?! Am I really that skinny? No, I'm fat, I shouldn't compliment myself like that, especially when its not even true..
She shoved me up against the wall, strutting over me like a fox. "I sure hope not, Zaynie. I could crush you, if I wanted. I've got all my girls for help, and we could kill you together, and don't even forget about all the football guys I know. They could kill you with one touch." She spat, her voice sighing in a bitch-like way.
I almost quivered as she let go of me, sending me a sour look and strutting off with all her over bitches. Her belched head bobbed along as she started off a new bitch rant as they walked away, their heels clapping and their asses sticking out.
Alison Hatcher, was her name, I think. She was the school's biggest hoe. I couldn't believe she'd had power over me like that.. A girl, as well, I was so weak.
tears pricked in my eyes as I whimpered softly to myself, the halls empty now except for the odd group of people scattered around. I encircled my other hand around my wrist where she'd grabbed me as I pushed myself off the wall and began walking in the direction I was going in before.
I bit my lip, making sure to keep to myself as I walked to Mr. Zelnor's room, stopping outside the door. The green door was slung open, the man himself sat at his desk, slouched back with his shitty Blackberry placed in his hands as he tapped away on the device.
I didn't clear my throat or draw attention to myself as I stood in the door way and stared at him warily, my bag slung over my shoulder lazily. I bit my lip, contemplating on weather I should just leave before he noticed me so I didn't have to do the detention. Bit then he'd give me another for not coming and I'd have 2, so I thought against it.
I tapped my heal almost silently on the floor, not wanting to interrupt him in case he screamed at me for being rude. He sighed, his irises moving to the corner of his eyes to glance at me, sensing my presence.
He raised a brow, sighing again and muttering something to himself. He slapped his phone down onto the desk with a clatter and sat up, spinning in his chair to face me. He folded his arms and started at me dully with bored eyes.
I didn't say anything, standing up from my leaned position. "Inside, Malik." he spat.
I nodded, stepping in and walking to the middle of the classroom, far from him. I pulled back the chair, hating the feeling of his gaze burning into my skin. I sat down, setting my bag on the floor next to my feet. I slowly lifted my gaze to meet Mr. Zelnor's blazing green-eyed gaze.
He slammed his fists on the desk, standing up with a thud. He flicked his head to the side, making his black, greasy hair flip out of his eyes. He stomped over to me, lowering his head so he was gazing angrily right into my eyes.
I shrank back into my chair, feeling almost dead under his harsh gaze. "I hate you, Zayn. I fucking hate you." He spat.
I didn't say anything, my throat drying up as I swallowed thickly, forcing my ears away, no, I couldn't cry.
"You know why I hate you, Zayn? And in all honestly, I don't actually understand fully. There's just sometimes about you, that riles me up, that gets me pissed off. Whenever I see your fuck ugly face, I feel like slamming my fist into a wall. When I see you shrink away, hiding your face and holding back your tears and then you whimper like a baby, I want so shoot you in the gut. When you stroll into my lessons, 10 minutes late, and don't say anything, letting all of us laugh at the pathetic piece of shit that is you, and you slump to the back and sit with your head down, too scared to make eye-contact with anyone, too scared to smile, it makes me want to fucking kill you." He said coldly, his gaze burning red. I almost burst into tears at his hideous words, even though they were all true..
"I-I.." I whispered, my voice cracking as I shut up, tears brimming in my eyes.
"And you know what I want to do when I see you now. When you stood slumped against my door, when you scurried in and sat, not even being able to look at me, and shrinking away when I told you the truth, the tears almost leaking from your pathetic eyes, you know what I want to do? I want to fucking punch you over and over again until your spluttering for breath, I want to take a knife, and slash it across your pathetic body, I want to shoot you and finish you off, I want you to die." He said, too calmly that it was scary. His eyes were blazing, his grip on my desk so tight his chuckles turned white.
I let out a chocked sob, and suddenly, Mr. Zelnor shot up from leaning down at me, knowing someone was coming in. But whoever it was, had still seen, and was stood, paused at the door just watching Mr. Zelnor walk away from me, flustered. I put my head down, unable to see who was at the door because I was too scared to even move.
"Oh, your in detention too? Alright, come in, take a seat, I'll set you your lines when everyone else gets here." Mr. Zelnor's suddenly sickeningly sweet voice said.
I heard the light patter of feet that belonged to the student who was in dentition too. They stopped beside me, and a small thud of a bag being placed on the floor. A slumping sound of someone sitting in the chair beside me sounded in the air, and there was some small shuffling before the person next to me stayed still, and I could feel their eyes string at me, not burning harshly like Mr. Zelnor's, just looking, rather kindly.
I looked up then, and almost fell of my chair when my eyes met his. I let out a small gasp as he smiled kindly at me. It was the boy from my Homeroom, the one that made me smile! What was he doing here in detention?!
He grabbed onto my arm quickly, so I wouldn't fall from my sudden shock. and easily pulled my body back to I was sat steadily on my chair again. Shocks shot through my body at his touch and I almost yanked away from him at the sudden feeling shooting through me. It was the first lively feeling I've felt flowing around my body, except for the slow, dull thudding of my blood pumping through me.
"Hi-" The boy started, about to introduce himself, by the looks of it.
I scowled as he got cut off, wanting to know his name instead of having to call him, The boy again. But, Mr. Zelnor, still cut him off.
"Oi! Stop talking when your in detention, boys! Here, do these lines." He spat, slapping paper down on my desk and making me flinch and lightly placing it on Liam's with a fake smile. Liam started sourly at him, making me want to laugh as Mr. Zelnor glanced at him warily before going to the front again.
He wrote out the line we had to write on the whiteboard and sooner or later, more and more people came in for their detention too. I sighed, sending a small glance to the boy before starting my lines.
But as I half-heatedly wrote out my lines in a neat hand, I wouldn't get out of my head that;
The boy had seen Mr. Zelnor leaned over me and insulting me, and he had most likely heard parts of what Mr. Zelnor was saying, I wasn't sure how much though, because I didn't know how long he was stood there for, but however long it was, it was long enough for him to know something wasn't right between me and him, and that one thought of this boy knowing a secret in my life scared me like never before..
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I walked out of Mr. Zelnor's room and quickly made my way down the large halls, which were now empty. Our school finishes at 3:15 PM, and detention was an hour long. So now, it was just over 4:15 PM. I had to get home soon, dad worked until 5:30 PM, and he didn't like it if I wasn't home before him.
I had a feeling I was going to be late getting home though. With the beating I got, I was going to have to walk extra slow to drag the extra weight of depression with me. My thoughts would be taking over and it'd take me too long to just walk home quickly. I was going to end up being home late, and my dad was going to be mad.
I sighed, knowing what my fate would be. I dragged myself out of school, walking across the school yard and through the car park. The big, metal curved gates were wide open, free for students to come and go. I grabbed onto one of the metal poles as I walked past, steadying my hazy body.
I didn't feel too good. Knowing that I'd have to go home to another beating from that monster made me feel physically sick. I was light headed from all the cutting and beating, and there was an everlasting head ache in the back of my mind. I felt hazy and dizzy from my lack of food and nutrients, and I wasn't sure if I was going to make it home without passing out.
I swallowed, pushing off the gate and swaying down the fist few steps of the path, like a toddler learning to walk fro the first time. I stopped again, leaning up against the wall and panting, I couldn't do this, my body couldn't take just a simple walk home anymore, that's how weak I was..
It's times like this that I wish I had a car. But knowing my dad, he'd never get me a car in a million years. I tired to push myself off the wall of the outside of school, but failed, my arms not having enough strength to do so. Sickness rose within me as I fought to keep my legs holding me up.
Just as I felt like my body was going to close down, a sudden shout brought me to life, my ears picking up in the slightest.
"Hey!" A familiar voice called.
I forced my body to turn as I leaned my back against the wall to hold myself up. I held a hand on my forehead, trying top remain clam and not hyperventilate.
My eyes locked with those same eyes again, and I almost fainted right there and then under his gaze, The buy was leaning across the passenger seat from the drivers seat, his head sticking out the open window.
"Y-yes?" I stuttered across the pavement.
"You want a lift?" He asked, smiling.
A lift. That sounds like heaven right now..
But could I trust him? I don't even know his name, but I already feel a heavy connection towards him..
What could a simple lift hurt?
I nodded, smiling softly in his direction. He grinned at my acceptance and moved, opening the door for me. I stumbled over, almost falling head first into the car. The boy's arm yet again made contact with mine, shooting tingles up my arm again. He pulled me up with a toned arm and sat me in the car in the passenger seat. "Are you alright?" He asked, looking at me with so much care that I almost died.
He cared about me? But no one cared about me..
"Y-yeah." I whispered, grabbing the handle to the boy's car door and yanking at it to try and pull it shut.
I got no success with shutting the door, my arms too weak to even get it shut, that's how utterly pathetic I was, I couldn't even shut a door.
"I-I'm sorry." I whispered, my head shooting down in shame.
I felt the boy lean across me and shut the door softly with a small thud, and after he turned to me, lifting my head by my chin. "Hey, hey, don't be upset, it's alright, doesn't matter!" He told me softly, rubbing my cheek with his thumb.
I swallowed, pulling out of his grip. He sighed, smiling at me which I didn't return. He started up the car, pulling off the path.
"I'm Liam, Liam Payne, by the way." The boy, Liam, told me. I smiled at that, he had a beautiful name. To match a beautiful boy, makes sense.
I guess that's why my names so ugly..
"Zayn Malik." I whispered, staring at the floor like the depressed boy I was.
"How old are you?" He asked, trying to make conversation.
"Sixteen and 3 months." I whispered.
"Wow, your even 4 months younger than Harry, and I thought he was young.." He murmured to himself. "Oh, I'm 17 and a month, give or take." He finished, louder this time.
I nodded, seeing he was just under a month older than me. Everyone in the class were older than me, seeing as I was only just 16, I was barley old enough to get in the class.
"Uh, where do you live, so I know where to drop you off?" Liam asked, and I gently told him my address, to which he hummed at.
"So, Zayn," When he said my voice I suddenly felt like I was special for once, like I meant something, like someone actually cared.. "Tell me about yourself?" He finished.
"Not much to tell, really. I live alone, well, expect for my.. my dad. I don't like school, and the only subject I'm good at is art, that's what makes me happy. I don't have siblings, and I don't do much at home. I'm not close with any other people in my family, and me and my dad were never really close. I like to sing when I'm alone, and I'd never show anyone else, because I know I'm probably terrible, but it's just a nice way to get emotion out, I guess.." I trailed off, sadly, not telling him all the details. "How 'bout you?"
"I live with my mum and dad, my sister, Ruth is at Uni, and sometimes she visits. She's just left for another term. I like drama and English in school, and I recently lived in Wolverhampton, but I moved here, to Bradford. I used to take football practice, but I quit because it's boring and all the guys show off there. I want to take softball, since I like sports, but I don't think I'd have time, plus I'd get to lazy eventually.." Liam smiled, rambling on, but I didn't mind.
A silence settle din the car as I realized we were on my road. Dread settled in my stomach as I thought about going home. As Liam drove closer to my house, I noticed my dads car not in the drive, and as it was almost 5:30 PM, that meant he was probably going down to the pub with his work mates tonight, hooking up with a random slut and staying at hers. I almost screamed in happiness, knowing since my dad wasn't there I'd be free of a beating for once, and I'd get to sing without my dad barging in and telling me to 'shut my fat gob, I sound so ugly when I sing and I'm shit at it, so shit it's hurting his ears.'
I frowned at the thought, hating my dad. Liam pulled up outside my house, and I unbuckled my seat belt, sitting awkwardly on the edge of my seat, not knowing what to do.
"Alright, thanks for the ride, Liam, I'll.. I'll see you around." I whispered, awkwardly patting his arm.
Liam smiled at me, grabbing my hand and pulling me into a soft hug, letting go gently after a second. "Bye Zayn, I will see you around." He told me firmly, letting go of me and leaning over to open the door.
I hopped out, grabbing the door and pushing my full weight on it, so, very slowly, it slammed shut. A triumphant, happy smiled took over my lips as I glanced at the door and up at Liam, who was grinning from ear to ear at me. It was a minuscule accomplishment, but for me, it was a leap and bound.
I waved at Liam, walking down my drive, shoving the key in the door and stepping in, glancing at Liam's car as it drove away. I shut the door, plopping my bag on the floor in the doorway. I locked the door, putting my key on the side. I flipped my Converse off after undoing the clean white laces and hopped upstairs holding them in my hands.
I walked past the landing and pushed my bedroom door open, stepping into the carpeted room in my socks. I went to my wardrobe and opened it, stepping in and placing my shoes next to my other pairs in the corner. I hung my denim jacket up on a coat hanger and walked out the wardrobe, shutting the white doors behind me.
I collapsed on my bed, sighing in relief as the weight was took off my skinny legs. I stretched out on my bed, sighing. It's sad to know that times like this are the happiest in my life..
I grabbed my iPhone from my pocket, opening the lock and tapping on the Music app. After a second of loading, my play lists appeared on the screen and I scrolled down, my eyes scanning the text until I got the song I was looking for, Sixx: AM; Skin.
I sighed in content as I clicked it, knowing this song described me perfectly as I began to sing along with the words, my voice beautiful and light, not a note out of tune, unknown to me..
"Paint yourself a picture, of what you wish you looked like,
Maybe then they just might, feel an ounce of your pain.
Come into focus, step out of the shadows, it's a loosing battle, there's no need to be ashamed..
Cause they don't even know you, all they see is scars, they don't see the Angel, living in your heart.
Let them find the real you, buried deep within, let them know with all you've got,
That you are not, your Skin.
When they start to judge you, show them your true colours, and do onto others, as you'd have done to you.
Just rise above this, kill them with your kindness,
Ignorance is blindness, they're the ones that stand to lose..
'Cause they don't even know you, all they see is scars, they don't see the Angel, living in your heart.
Let them find the real you, buried deep within, let them know with all you've got,
That you are not, your Skin.
(Ooooohhhh!)
Well they don't even know you, all they see is scars, they don't see the Angel, living in your heart.
Let them find the real you, buried deep within, let them know with all you've got,
That you are not,
That you are not, your Skin."
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Heyy! So, how was that?! Took me forever to write, honestly, 3 days!:o Hope it was worth the 5 day wait, and I hoep you didn't pull your hair out waiting!
So, Liam and Zayn finally met! That part was real hard for me to write, though, I kept doing different situations and not liking it and changing it, repeat that about 3 times and that's where I am now, still teetering on this idea.
So, tell me what you think, hoped you liked the song and agreed it describes Zayn perfectly! Please keep up your beau comments, they make me happy:) Vote, fan if you really want to! Have a nice day.
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