Short Stories

Surrender (Niall Centric/Zianourry)

Thanks for the prompt @sawgger_horan :)

Summary:

Niall is nothing to the human eye but a helpless, gay boy punching bag. He needed someone to stand up for him, but the four anti-social punk boys at his school were the last people he had thought to be his heroes.

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"Hey Neil!" Niall whipped his head over his shoulder, his breath caught in his throat as he stared back at Blake who stomped his way over to him, he had a wide smile on his face, but his demeanour showed anger and aggression.

Niall was waiting for the blow, he had no sense of reflexes as he got shoved harshly to the ground, Blake didn't laugh, just kneeled down where he lay with an evil sneer instead of a smile. "I missed you over the weekend ya know? It gets boring punching at my boxing bag, but I have a surprise for you today, I learned some new techniques, oh, I can't wait!" Blake was ecstatic, but Niall just whimpered and slowly tried to crawl away from him, but just got a hand flying out to clasp onto the collar of his shirt and pull him into Blake, only to be shoved down harshly back onto the ground, the blow taking the breath out of him.

He wheezed, blinking away the black spots prickling at his sight, he tried to roll away this time-the morning beating being the only times he had the slight chance of getting away-but only got a knee to the stomach as Black straddled him, putting his full weigh on the knee that dug into Niall's poor stomach.

"Please, ow." Niall wheezed, he felt like he was going to throw up if Blake didn't stop anytime soon, it felt like his stomach had collapsed on itself and that he would have his organs in his throat.

"Come on Blake, you do this every morning, we're always late for class!" Blake's annoying girlfriend whined behind him making the jock freeze and roughly lift off Niall, not before leaning completely forward and making the blond screech in agony.

"Let's go!" Niall barely heard Blake's girlfriend say before he was left alone at the front of the school yard, his satchel was flung to his side, books flown out of it and scattered around the grass, his pencil case was broken, meaning all of the pencils were scattered around the ground.

But, Niall learned to be tolerant, since he wasn't the luckiest teen, he needed tolerance more then anything to keep himself sane.

He just let out a huff, blinking away the tears the pooled at his bottom lids. He lazily through all the books and pencils into his sack, already late for class, he didn't want to get more yelling then he already was from coming in ten minutes after the bell.

He limped up the steps, the feeling of his chest pulsing in pain made his breath wheeze. A bruise was going to form, but relief was settled at the pit of his stomach, the bruise probably will be bad, but easy to hide from his parents.

They were oblivious of everything anyway.

-x-x-

"Mister Horan, I'm glad that you finally decided to show up." The teacher growled out, he didn't even strain to look over as Niall walked in, just kept on writing something down on the board. Niall was getting used to that also, people just pretending he was nothing.

His seat was at the back, a bad place for a shy and insecure person like he is. But again, he had taught himself not only tolerance but a technic to avoid eye or physical contact.

He walked down the isle, head down, both hands clasped harshly onto the long strap over his shoulder, his back was hunched over, like he thought the smaller he was, the little everyone would notice his presence.