The nightmare [Ziall] **ON HOLD**

Chapter one

So here's the prologue, in case you didn't read it:

"Help me, Zayn!" I hear a voice, begging. I hurry to the place from where I heard the noise. I'm not thinking clear and my body is shaking. The closer I'm getting, the darker it gets. I'm scared, but that doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is that boy who needs help. Behind a tree, I see a blond little boy, about 6 years old. By the way he talked -more like screamed- I could tell he was Irish. An Irish little boy, scared and alone.But what is it that makes him so afraid? I hurry towards him, but it seems like I'm not getting any closer. He is taken away from me.

"No!!" it's all i manage to say. In what seemed like a second, the boy disappeared from the view, leaving me all alone, laying on the ground.

"No!!" I repeat, but this time it's different. I'm not in that forest or garden or whatever. This time I'm in a bed. It takes me a while until I finally realise where I am. In my room. In my bed. At home.

It was a dream.. Just a dream. It felt so real, though. I'm all sweaty and i'm shaking, but there's nothing I can do about it. 

What is it with this dream? It's the fifth time I'm having it. Why do I keep thinking about this mysterious boy? This has to be just my imagination, bitching around. Yeah, that has to be it. 

What scares me the most is the fact that all these seem so familiar. His voice, his hair, his begging eyes... It's like I've met him before somewhere.. but where?

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Morning. Ugh. The only things that makes me feel better is that I passed the night without any bad dream. Before I manage to open my eyes, I hear my door opening. I turn around and see my mum, bringing my breakfast in bed. 

"Hey mum, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong honey. Why would you say that?"

"Because, you only let me have breakfast in bed when something bad happens. So, who died?" I say while grabbing a bite from the sandwich.

"Well, today we're making an exception." 

This is strange. I'm not complaining, though. Everything on the tray looks delicious. My mum leaves and I start eating. The bowl of cereals is not missing - she knows me so well-. I can't start a day without my cereals.

After I finish eating, I go to the bathroom and take a shower. In 5 minutes I'm done, so I start dressing up and doing my hair. The hair part is the most difficult, but I decide to keep it in a quiff as always. Once I'm done, I grab my bag and head to school.

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"Hey Zayn! What's up?" Harry and Louis greet me.

"Mornin'!" I respond.

"Did you hear the news?"

"What news?" I ask, not paying to much attention to the conversation.

"We're having a new classmate. Out teachers say we have to help him integrate. I hear a rumor that he is coming from orphanage." Louis explains quickly. I am about to say something, but I hear the bell, so I go straight to my class. Who is this boy, though? I don't really care, but I hope he won't have troubles with the kids here.

I check my schedule again, but it shows the same thing. Maths. Ugh. I get inside the class and go straight to my seat, in the back of the class. My teacher isn't here, so I grab my phone and text Louis.

"Doin' anything tonight? Maybe we can go out.. Bowling ? Ask Harry"

It take only 30 seconds to get the reply.

"Yeah, sure mate. Harry's coming too!"

"Cool, meet me at the mall at 7." And with that I put my phone back in my pocket. The door opens and my math teacher comes inside. He has his usual suitcase with him. 

"Hello class." He clears his throat and continues. "I assume you've been informed about the new student. He'll start school by tomorrow. Please behave." He then sits at his desk and opens a book.

I wonder who is this boy. What is he like. I feel bad for him, knowing that he had lost his parents, or they were abusing him. I don't know why, but I think this boy has a long and painful story. Yeah, who knows, maybe we will get alo-

"Malik!" I hear a voice calling my name. I raise my head and see my teacher's eyes fixing me. "Come to the board." I raise from my chair and do as I've been told.

"Mr. Malik, I see your grades have been down recently. You were such a good student.. Wh-what happened?" I hesitate for a moment, even though I know what he's referring too. My grades are shit and that's only because of the nightmare of mine.

"Urm.. I do-don't kno-ow,sir. I guess I was a bit distracted.."

"Yeah you were." He gives me one more look and then tells me what exercise to do. Now that I think about it, I haven't done math for a while now. I stare at the exercise for a couple of seconds and then grab a marker and start writing. It seems so easy to me. All this things are too simple. What can I say? I understand math.

The rest of the day goes by really quick and I am about to go back home. I'm walking down the hallway, with my bag resting on my shoulder and my phone in my hand. A door opens in front of me, but I don't raise my head. I can hear two people talking. One of them is my teacher, but the other one I don't recognise. I am about to raise my head, when I bump into someone.

"Oh, excuse me." I say withing a second. I raise my head and I swear that in that moment, my heart stopped. The same blond hair, the same deep blue eyes.

It was the boy from my dream, standing right in front of me. I'm sure. That's him.