The Reason for Delay (Ziall fanfic) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 1

Hey all you wonderful readers. This is one idea of a book that I've been particularly excited about. And it is starting before the Take Me Home Tour. So enjoy, comment, vote, and share!

Niall's POV

As I walked down the abandoned, cold, and murky streets, my mind wandered elsewhere. I was alone... Always alone. I've been alone since I was sixteen. Why? Simply because I'm bi. My parents practically kicked me out.

I was currently in London, England. My hair was way too long for my liking, but I was unable to really do anything about that, My skin was caked with dirt and grime, and I was so skinny that you could see each and every one of my bones. When I left my home, back in Mullingar, Ireland, I had, had a job back then. That was where I had gotten the money to go stay somewhere. But I was soon fired from my job since I wasn't an adult yet and I didn't have a place to stay. At that point, I had saved up enough money that I barely managed to support myself with for the next two and a half years. Recently though, about three months ago, I had run out of money. Any small amount that I might be able to get, I use solely for food.

The biggest problem constantly reminding me every day and night, is the upcoming winter. It's only September, but I can already feel the air getting colder as the days pass. (I'm not too sure about what month it starts getting cold in London, since I live in southern U.S. So if that's wrong, tell me and I'll correct it.)

I sighed and looked around. I was alone, again, but I knew that I wouldn't be for long. The sun just set, and people would be coming out at night like always. I found myself in another alleyway pulling my worn, brownish gray blanket, that had originally been a green color, tighter around me to at least attempt to block out the chilly wind. I let my mind wander again.

If I stayed here much longer, I doubt that I will survive for long. It's been about two weeks since I've last eaten, and even longer since I last stayed somewhere warm. Every day, I feel myself weakening, getting closer to the day that I might fall asleep and never wake up again. Most would be scared. Not me though. No, I'm going to welcome that day with open arms when it does arrive. I'm tired of life; of having to constantly eat out of the trash, or begpeople for money or food that is only occasionally granted, or the countless amount of times I've been beaten by the more crueler people that are on the streets. I'm just done. With those thoughts in my head, I fell into a long, restless sleep

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When I awoke, it was still dark out, leaving me confused. I sat up and stretched until I heard and felt a satisfying pop. I brought my knees up to my chest and winced as I felt a pain go through my abdomen as my stomach demanded food. I sighed. As I stood up, I heard a yelp of surprise, which then became a shriek of pain after a few words I couldn't pick up were spoken. My head whirled toward the road. I started walking to where the sounds came from. When I got to the sidewalk, I peeked my head around the corner to see someone getting mugged by a gang of men.

But, I also saw a man, with black hair styled up in a quiff, this person also looked like a god might I add, rushing across the street to the aid of this guy getting beat up, or at least I think so, right into the path of a black car with another guy, who, like quiffy, looked about my age with dark brown hair, which was shaved, and a puppy face, following a little ways behind him.

I don't know what urged me to do what I did next, but whatever it was, made me dart out while yelling out a 'Stop!' The man turned his head towards me startled, and I tackled him out of the way of the car. The car sped past as we landed on the ground, me on top of the guy, with an 'oomph'. I could feel my heart racing as my lungs heaved for air. 'I'm such an idiot,' I thought to myself as I heavily panted. 'But if I hadn't of done that, than this person under me would most likely be dead right now'. As I calmed down, which only took a few seconds, I started becoming more aware of my surroundings. 

"Zayn!" A deep voice shouted. That must be the guy with the shaved hair. I opened my eyes only for them to meet wide, shocked hazel brown orbs.
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How do you guys think Zayn will react? Or Liam?

Find out in the next update

Also, am I the only one who finds it hilariously funny to say the word quiffy? Yes? Ok

Word count---- 906

There's the first chapter. Tell me what you think of it so far and comment and vote. :) I know it's kinda short, but I promise I'm going to try to make the next chapters following this one longer.