Suicide Silence

Chapter 1

"Why the fuck were you looking at us today?? You think I'm hot or something?? Gay faggot!!" Liam spat. Everyday this happened, Zayn took one step through the gates and already Liam and his gang were upon him... it was a pity that they didn't know how he felt, but maybe some feeling were best left unspoken.
Zayn had never been very popular but as soon as he moved to university, everything changed. His friends, his family and his sexuality. He'd never been convinced at who he liked but now he knew for certain, the popular boy on campus, Liam James Payne.
There was just something about him that made Zayn fall head over heels in love with him.
"Answer me, you gay twat!! Nobody likes you! Why bother staying? Go kill yourself, you cunt!!" Harry and Liam shouted at him. Maybe one day he would, the dark brown flick on Liam made Zayn feel dizzy, it was just too perfect.
"Leave me alone guys! I haven't done fuck all to you!" Liam dug his toes deep into Zayn's stomach causing him to keel over. Kicking and punching him just gave Harry and Liam a sense of exhilaration and adrenaline, they just loved doing it.
Just then, the bell rang and they finally left him alone. Zayn managed to pull himself off the ground and drag himself to class. "Great, science," he mumbled, Zayn dreaded science as he had to sit beside Harry. Slowly, he pushed the door to the lab open and all eyes fell on him.
"Where have you been, Payne? Class started 5 minutes ago! Detention at lunch, 1:45 sharp!"
"Haha, serves you right you ugly bastard" Harry whispered, harshly, "we're gonna get you later, be prepared!" Liam joined in.
Why couldn't people accept gays for who they are, all these homophobes. It made Zayn feel sick.
After what felt like days, the end bell finally marked the end of a long lesson. The dark haired boy collected his belongings and ran out of the class as quickly as humanly possible.
"Where do you think your going??" A harsh voice exclaimed, Liam, he should've guessed. Zayn slowly turned around but before he laid eyes on the gorgeous boy, he felt a stinging pain on his right cheek. He raised his hand to the source of the pain. A kick to the crotch followed shortly after, Zayn fell to the floor and he couldn't find the strength to pick himself up again so he waited until the next class so he could make a run out of campus and away from everyone.
"I just need to get away from everyone," Zayn muttered to himself, he ran to the park and plonked himself down on an old wooden bench next to a blonde boy that he didn't recognise.
"Hi, I'm Niall" the boy said, an Irish lad.
"H-hi Niall, um, I'm Zayn" he replied shyly, Zayn had never been brilliant at making friends but he did try his best. Even though his best wasn't enough. The tension between them was almost unbearable for Zayn, he managed to pick up the courage to ask "what campus are you from?"
"California Beach University," he replied with a smile.
"No way! Me too!" Smiling, Zayn wondered if he had seen the blonde boy after all.
"What are you doing out here?" Zayn froze. What was he supposed to say to that? 'Oh, I was bullied so I decided to run away from campus to slice my wrists'? No way.
Finally, he decided to settle for "oh, I had a free period so I came out into the fresh air to get my brain working. Anyway," Zayn carried on, "I'd better get back to campus, don't wanna be late for art class," he said sarcastically with a fake smile.
"You've got art? Me too!! I'll walk you back!" The Irish boy shouted, his eyes glistening like the sun on the sea.