Rising Up From Ruin - Ziam (AU)

Chapter 3 - Learn To Live Like An Orphan

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Zayn’s P.O.V.

8:00 a.m.-Thursday-December 27, 2012

            “Up, up, up!” A voice called out, waking me from my peaceful sleep. I stirred, and rolled over hopelessly. “Get up boys! No school or church today, mostly a free day. School will resume Monday, so for now we are still on break! Let’s go! Breakfast in an hour!”

            I heard yawns and groans from around me, and I peeked out from under my blanket to see what the others were doing. Harry was up already, tip-toeing to the side door connected to the room, only wearing boxers. I pulled back my blanket and decided that following him would be the best idea. As soon as I walked into the other room, it made sense. It was the showers. There were sixteen showers in total, eight on one side, and eight on the other. Judging by the way Harry walked straight to a certain shower, I figured they were assigned.

            “Uh,” I mumbled, still tired and confused. Harry turned to me and smiled.

            “Morning,” He greeted, “The shower at the end of this row is up for grabs, it’s yours if you want it,”

            I nodded, thankful for Harry’s help and walked towards my new shower. It was a simple piece of metal, with one setting, cold. I groaned, and then realized something.

            There wasn’t a shower curtain in sight.

            When I looked over to Harry for help, all I saw was his naked body. I looked away quickly and closed my eyes. Are you serious? We just strip down naked in front of each other? What about Liam? Ugh.

            I tried to get over this, and I slowly stripped off my shirt and my boxers, ignoring how exposed I felt. This would definitely take some getting used to. The others walked into the showers, I could hear them, but everyone just went about their own way. Suddenly, the shower next to mine turned on, and I couldn’t help but to look.

            Of course it was him.

            Liam started undressing, stripping off his shirt carelessly and putting it on his shower hook. Then he started to take off his boxers—he wasn’t wearing any pants, he must sleep in just a shirt and boxers like me. I took another look at his torso, surprised at how muscular and fit it was, and then focused on my own shower. I had to get out of there as quickly as possible. When I was finished, I turned off my shower and grabbed a towel from the cabinet, wrapping it around my hips and feeling a lot better as I walked out of the showers. On the way out, Griffin caught my eye.

            “Hey, keep your eyes up, new kid,” Griffin spat at me as I past by him. I just groaned and rolled my eyes. The other kids around him stopped showering and grabbed towels of their own, like they knew something was about to happen. “Why do you want to look at my dick anyway?”

            I blushed, even though I hadn’t looked at him at all. And if I had, it was only his face. I had no interest in him like that.

            “Are you a gay faggot?” He questioned.

            My ears rung. I had been called that name too many times. The worst part is, these kids didn’t even know I was gay. I clenched my jaw, and then suddenly let a punch fly, catching his nose with a sickening crack.

            “Don’t fucking call me that,” I said, and then I walked back into the bedroom, ignoring the bruises that were already forming on my knuckle.