He Doesn't Give a Damn About Me (AU) [Ziam, BoyxBoy/Slash]

                                        “How does she know who I am?”

I remember sleeping in the nurse’s office one afternoon after getting socked in the face by Tomlinson. My God, that punch hurt like hell! I don’t blame him.

In fact, it wasn’t Tomlinson’s fault at all. He was supposed to punch someone else—Liam Payne, a cute guy from my class.

Oh, shit! Did I say that?

Anyway, Tomlinson is this football player that admits he likes and is dating one of the boys from the Xavier Factor High School football team named Niall. [Niall Horan, I mean. To be honest, Niall is my best friend! I was surprised when I found out he was…inclined in that sense.] Tomlinson’s main target for bullying is this skinny boy named Harry Styles (probably because Tomlinson caught Styles making out with one of his sisters, I’m not sure of this since nobody really bothered telling me what happened) and the second main target, or, on other words, the target when Styles isn’t around, is Liam Payne.

Okay, you caught me. Liam Payne is the boy I’m in love with.

[If my mum and dad find out about me I am so dead!]

As I was saying, Tomlinson beats up Liam and I don’t know why. I mean, if you think about it, why would an inclined (I don’t use the three-letter ‘g’ word. It sounds too offensive) boy with a boyfriend bully an innocent boy?

ON WITH THE STORY:

I remember sleeping in the nurse’s office but I don’t remember waking up. The nest thing I remember is getting ready for school.

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I was walking down the street on my way to school when I saw Liam about a block from me. He looked confused.

“Liam!” I called out.

“Oh, hi Zain,” Liam replied.

Suddenly my pocket radio-slash-cassette player-slash-alarm clock alarmed and played a song from the radio. I turned the radio up a bit louder and noticed that the song was by Queen and David Bowie.

“I love this song!” I said.

I looked up at Liam and noticed him lip syncing along to the words.

“Pressure, pushing down on me

Pressing down on you…”

How does he know this song? I asked myself.

“It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about—.”

That was when I realized why my radio alarmed; first period starts in five minutes!!!

“I gotta go,” I yell out. “Sorry!”

I ran quickly and I finally got to school with a minute to spare.

The minute I got to class I saw Niall sitting next to Tomlinson. Tomlinson had his arm around Niall. They were kissing. God, their public display of affection fills me with great envy. Oh, how I long to do that with somebody. *ahemliampayneahem*

“Mister Tomlinson,” our homeroom teacher, Mister Higgins, said as he got in the classroom. “You are not allowed to kiss anybody of the same gender as you. Correction: you are not allowed to kiss anybody while it’s my class.”

I sat down next to a short girl—I think she’s the exchange student from the Philippines. I didn’t want to look like an idiot.

Tomlinson looked at the teacher. “I’m sorry, Mister Higgins, but the bell hasn’t rung yet so—technically—we’re not kissing during your class.” He went back to locking lips with my best friend.