Niall |DISCONTINUED|

5

Loads of dialogue.

"From His lighthouse evermore. But to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore let the lower lights be burning." Maura sang whilst cutting garment for Niall's overalls. She started stitching whilst swaying. Had she been anyone else, the combination would have made for horrible craftsmanship, but she was a professional. It was her life's work.

Niall had dozed off inside of his closet after praying constantly for the fear that Maura would know if he hadn't. Maura was almost done, she had nothing left save for the buttons which she would finish after waking Niall. Dinner was done, he couldn't miss that.

She knocked twice before peeking in to find Niall curled up, Bible in hand. He was open to a crinkled page with notations everywhere. Maura woke him, brushing his hair from his forehead.

"Did you finish your prayers little boy?" Niall nodded, bottom lip sucked into his mouth.

"That's my good boy." Maura had complimented.

"I love you." Niall mumbled, exhaling.

"I love you too." Maura whispered. The woman lay his head on her bosom and caressed the hairs on the side of his face back into place. They would be fine.

*****

"Alright, line up gentlemen!" Coach Hollingsworth shouted. "You all have a big week coming up. A big month, actually. Probably the biggest month of your lives." The Coach scanned the row of boys. "Prom and then graduation. Are you excited? You probably all have your tuxedoes. You have your dates by now. What about you, Zayn? Who's the lucky girl?" He said, stopping directly in front of Zayn.

"Perrie Edwards, you don't know her, she doesn't go to this school." Zayn noted, seemingly proud of himself.

"Hmm, is she going to get you a boutonniere? Or is she just going to pin a used condom to your lapel?" The Coach smirked. Zayn scoffed and crossed his arms.

"I so don't need to hear this." Zayn laughed incredulously whilst turning away. Coach Hollingsworth stopped him with a firm grasp to the arm.

"What about you Louis? Are you and Eleanor busy campaigning to be Prom King and Queen?" Louis continued jogging in place. He knew the consequences that came with stopping. "I would have voted for you, not now." The man said in his most morose tone.

Coach Hollingsworth snapped his fingers, urging the boys who aren't jogging to finish their stretches at a rate that better suited him.

"You all did a shitty thing yesterday. A really shitty thing. And one of you had the audacity to post a video." He didn't forget to point to every single lad in his presence, maybe staying on Zayn Malik longer than any.

Zayn stopped, he huffed and threw his arms down tired. He was far too famished to run any laps or continue jogging in place. He'd made up his mind that he had been jogging for far too long. "This is bullshit!" Zayn agonised.

"That's it Malik, you're all running suicides." Hollingsworth declared.

"I'm not doing it." Zayn retorted, taking his shirt off and flinging it at the ground. The Coach laughed as Zayn began running suicides.

"That's up to you. That's up to all of you, but anyone who stops running is suspended. And if you're suspended, you're not going to prom." He stated in a matter-of-factly kind of tone. "While you're running, I'd like for you to think long and hard about what it would be like to be Niall Horan." He scolded.

"You can't do this to me!" Zayn yelled, stopping once more.

"Give it up Z, we're almost done." Louis said, staring straight ahead.

"And then everyday this week! All because of Niall Horan? Like hell I will!" He crossed his arms.

"Keep moving Malik, keep running or you're not going to Prom!" Zayn groaned and stood stagnant.

"Fuck you! This is child abuse!" Zayn yelled, untying his trainers.

"What did you say to me?!?!" Coach Hollingsworth questioned, trying to give Zayn a chance to fix his statement.

"I'm not running another goddamned inch because Niall Horan got a hard-on and was too stupid to know what it was." Zayn declared, flinging his arms up in the air.

"You're suspended! You're out of Prom and you're out of my class NOW!" Zayn shook his head no. "No?" The coach questioned.

"You can't decide that! You can't do this to us! Someone could die of dehydration! Liam, you have a heart condition right?" Zayn laughed incredulously.

"Kidney." Liam chimed in, keeping up with the routine.

"The rest of you keep at goodbye Zayn." The coach waved.

"If we all stick together, they're not going to suspend all of us. They're not going to keep us all from prom. There would be no prom. Nick, Harry, Calum?" The boys continued working. "This is bullshit, we didn't do anything wrong. Louis? You're with me right?" Zayn scoffed.

"Keep going gentlemen!" Hollingsworth yelled.

"This isn't over, this isn't over by a long shot!" Zayn announced.

And maybe he was right.