Meet Me In The Hallway (Z.S.) (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 10: Haters

Hi babies😝!! More chapters for y'all teehee. I cannot wait for Z3 literally. I don't want to rush him but he does need to hurry up just a bit. He's been giving us nothing for a while now. I've had to check the Hadid's (ew) posts to see him, which makes me sad. Anyways I know he's working on a masterpiece that he is taking his sweet time to perfect so I'll be patient for him. I mean shit, SZA hasn't dropped since CTRL (3 years ago) and she's finally dropping stuff now so if I can wait that long I can definitely wait for Zayn😭. Anyways look at how cute Zouis is, literally adorable🥰🥰.

Disclaimers⚠️: This chapter will include racial and homophobic slurs so you have been warned. I also would like to include that I am black so do not be offended by the words I will be using. Remember this is based off of my life/experiences and I am just retelling it in a different way. Hopefully throughout this story I will be able to explain racism, microaggressions and how they affect me as a black girl and other people around me. Okay now to the story!

Thursday morning

"Bitch I thought you said we were having a home game," I huffed, re packing my bag. Louis came over this morning to pick me for school and to tell me that we were having an away game. Apparently, coach forgot to give me that important piece of information so Louis told me instead. "We were, but they changed it last minute." He replied, laying back on my bed.

"Bruh, the one fuckin team I wanted to play at home and of course we play away." I sigh. "Yeah, it's bad enough most of our team is Black and Mexican but add an innocent little Pakistani boy to the mix and shit is gonna get out of hand," Louis says. "Right, but we were gonna have to deal with it eventually." I say, zipping up my bag. "That's very true and we can't even get high beforehand because we have to be on the bus during lunch." He says sadly.

"Boohoo for you. I wouldn't have gotten high anyways," I reply. "I know. If you're a lame just say that Zee," he scoffs. "Whatever, let's go before we're late." After getting to school we part ways and I walk to my locker. Then make my way to math class.

I take my seat next to Gigi and take out my things. "Heyy Zee," she says, batting her lashes. "Morning Gigi," I smile. "Hey, are you going to the game tomorrow?" she asks. "Umm yea?" "Great! Can't wait to see you in the crowd," she says, squeezing my arm.

💛💚-2 hours later at Nutrition

I walk towards my locker before going to the cafeteria, when all of a sudden someone bumps into me. I trip but catch myself on a railing, I turn around to see who tripped me. The asshole in question turns out to be Ashton, Harry's friend. "What was that for?" I ask, collecting myself. "No reason freshman," he says smirking. Then he walks away like nothing happened. Harry and Ashton are very close, like brothers without the blood. They've been best friends ever since Harry moved here in the 8th grade. It's very well possible that he knows I rejected Harry yesterday and that's why he did that.

"Well shit not you pissing off the finest guy at this damn school. You're really going to have to watch your back now," Rhea says, after I explain to them what happened. We are seated at a table in the cafeteria, eating. "Nah I think I'm already fucked. I didn't think about it before but I think a lot of the varsity football team knows about Harry and I." I say out loud, while connecting the dots in my head. "Why would you think that?" Liam asked. "OHH," Louis gasps. "What?" we all say. "I get it Zayn. It's not a coincidence that right after you and Harry started talking, all those upperclassmen followed you on Instagram. All of them are also on the football team, wait give me your phone." He says, snatching it out of my hand. "Yeah that's what I was just thinking," I say confirming his accusations.

He clicks on the Instagram icon and clicks on my active page to see who followed me this past week. "In the past 3 days, you've gotten 6 follow requests. In which, all 6 are on the Varsity football team, are in grades 10-12 and are all seen hanging out with Harry regularly." He states handing me my phone back. "So maybe he hasn't told the team but it still seems as though he's told his close friends about you," Rhea says. "Well fuck. I hope I didn't piss them off too much," I think aloud.