Coward {A Ziall Fan Fic}

Prologue

A/n: By the way, this isn't the typical european school. I didn't do it by year 1 year 2, etc. it runs by american grades, so hope you don't get confused

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My name? Who doesn't know my name. When I say that I mean in a bad way. Ever since my dad left my mum I've always been sort of depressed. But I wouldn't like to show it because to me that was a sign of weakness. I sworn myself that I would not be weak, I would be a man that my "dad" had failed to be. So that means I shouldn't be soft and sweet or that would make me look a ninny. Which I am not.

I've always had trouble in school. I didn't get it, and I never will. So why bother with it? It's been that way ever since I started first grade. My mum was ashamed of me, and I knew it.

I have three other sisters. One older one and two younger. My older sister's name is Doniya, and she is successful and all that shit. You know, graduated at the top of her class, manages a big ol' company, blah blah blah. My younger sister's names are Waliyha and Safaa. I know they look up to me. And the inside softy me loves them with all my heart. But what do I do? I let them down.

"Why can't you be more like Doniya" "She isn't a slacker like you." "You're heading nowhere in life the way you are right now." "Your sisters look up to you." "Your shit is really bugging the hell out of me." "Fuck it, I can't do anything with you."

I hear that everyday. Well, until the day I got sent to this school. Turns out my mom got real fed up with me. She told me that I needed to get my life together or never come home again. Harsh, I know. But I'm seventeen, and when I'm eighteen I can do whatever the hell I want.

I've been going here for three years now. Haven't had a smoke since then either. It's my senior year and I'm literally having smoke withdrawls. God dammit.

Anyways, over here I'm so fucking lonely. Apparently one of my old girlfriends comes to this school as well. What did she do you ask? She freaking told everyone all my flaws. She told everyone how much of a "player" I was and how I'm such a "tough" guy. So what? Maybe I did do a little fuck and dump but who the hell cares? She sucked by the way.

Now nobody messes with me. Nobody dares to look me in the eye. I wouldn't blame them. I'm so fucking pissed all the time. Mostly because my life is a living hell. I have to take school all year long because my grades need improving. Yeah that means no summer vacation for me. Also I have no friends. I wouldn't blame people, I wouldn't want to be friends with me either.

My teachers hate me. They call me a "delinquent" and all that shit. I just don't put up with them. I just sit in the back and draw. Apparently, I'm a pretty good artist. I'll draw and draw and draw until my pencil runs out of lead. I think that's a talent of mine. Singing has also been a talent for me too. But only weak men sing.

I know that with all the things I've been through you're wondering why I haven't killed myself yet. Well believe it or not, I actually kinda like being the bad boy. My reputation can cause someones cheeky smile into a horrific frown. If I wasn't here, everyone would be happy. That's kind of sad, I know. But when I am here I cause people fear and some...pain? Well at least they'll feel the same way I have.

Like I said, everyone knows my name. They see me walking down the hall:

"There he is" "The guy who could knock you out with a single punch." "He went out with twenty girls in a whole week. And he fucked all of them." "Don't even mess with him. You will be sorry." "What's his name? You wouldn't want to know." "I know his name, it's-" "Shhh!" "Zayn Malik"

And then that's my que to be the biggest bad ass ever. But honstley, it's very hard to express my feelings, my thoughts, even facial expressions. I'm, what shall you call it, oh yes. A coward.