FML (A One Direction fan fiction) -Niam/Ziall- ~boyxboy~

Chapter 1

-Chapter One- 

*Niall's P.O.V*

"Isn't it obvious?" I asked.

"Well.. y-yeah.. But.. Why? Was it me? I did it, didn't I?" Liam asked, frowning and staring into my eyes.

"For fucks sake, Of course it was you, Liam Payne in my ass! Are you that fucking retarded? You can't just make someone feel like they're nothing and expect them to just be okay with it. You're an asshole, Li." I hopped up and shoved passed him and ran out the front door. I could hear them calling after me, but I didn't care. I needed to get out of there.

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I was freezing. I shoulda grabbed my shoes or socks before I left. Dumb move, Niall. Yeah whatever. My whole body was shuddering, trying to warm it's self. My toes were like ice and it didn't help that it had started to rain. Wandering the freezing streets of London at midnight wasn't a very safe thing. I'm pretty sure someone was following me, but I wasn't sure.

I glanced behind me and noticed there was another person. It was obvious that they were both men, nothing about them was feminine at all. Their hoods were up so I couldn't get a good look at their faces. I burst into a run and sprinted through alleys and streets, trying desperatly to make it back to my home, my safe Haven. 

Thank God I was in track for three years otherwise I'd be screwed for sure. I glanced behind me again, bad Idea. I tripped and toppled over a beer bottle and smashed into the ground. "Ah, Fuck!" I screamed and jumped back up. Arms encircled my waist as I tried to run. I thrashed around until  another set of arms slammed me onto the ground, holding down my legs. 

"Such a waste. He coulda been my bitch, right Samuel?" One of the men said, the one holding my legs.

"It's true, Dev. To bad he hadda run. He coulda lived too. Dumbass." Samuel kicked me in my stomach and I smiled at the pain. I'm some sick bastard. No one should enjoy pain like I do. It's messed.

"What da fuck are ya smilin' aboot, faggot?" Dev asked.

I laughed darkly and shook my head. "It's pointless, Dev." Samuel said and began to kick me again. 

My laughter turned louder, pissing them off more. Dev joined in and began to throw punches at my face. He hit my mouth and clearly dis located my jaw and split my lip.

A broken nose, a srained wrist, a broken pinky, and three broken ribs later they decided to start taking of my clothes. I started to freak out as Dev ripped my shirt off. I shivered and tried to run away. Samuelquickly  punched my gut and I kneeled over, grasping my stomach. I might as well just get it over with. I'd always been terrible with self defense, and seeing as when I try they hurt me more I think it's useless anyway.

My pants were ripped off and I wished I could just be back at my house, cuddling beside Louis and Harry and watching a movie. We'd probably steal all the blankets from around the house and warm ourselves. If I hadn't cut today I wouldn't even be in this fucking mess. Louis probably hates me, Harry is probably disgusted, and Liam probably wants to beat the shit out of me. Lucky for him, I'm already getting the shit beat out of me, Not literally, but you get it.

"This may hurt a little. Or a lot." Dev said. I opened my eyes and gasped. I was completely naked, in an alley, with two random strangers who want to rape and murder me. FML.

"Get off him." a strong rough voice demanded. Dev and Samuel stood up and turned to whoever was speaking. They smiled and took a step forward. I rushed to grab my pants and shoved them on. I wrapped my arms around my self and watched as the mystery man punched and kicked my attackers and shoved them into the road. They both bolted off and I stood there, trying to determine if this man was dangerous or safe.

His black hair was in a tall quiff, the front was dyed blonde and furthered his mysteriousness. I could clearly see tattoos on his arms peaking from his black leather jacket. He was wearing a black shirt similar to my ripped one and black skinny jeans. I could see his mucles from the tightness from his shirt and I internally swooned. He was so fit. 

"Done checkin' me out then, mate?" He smirked at me and I blushed.

"I was trying to determine if you were danger." I stated. He chuckled and walked over to me.

"Come on then, lad." He grabbed my arm and dragged me towards a black motorcycle beside the curb. He got on and handed me a black helmet.

"Why should I trust you?" I asked, unsure if I really should.

"Because I just saved your ass. Do you need a hospital? You look pretty shitty. No offense." He smirked and looked at my bare stomach. I looked down and my eyes widened. I wonder if he thinks that those guys did that? I looked back up at him and shook my head.

"I've been through worse." I said sadly. And it's true. The kids at school can be dangerous little fucks. Once I had ten of the guys in our football team kick me and break my arm and two ribs. 

"You shouldn't have ta. Why is that? If I'm alowed to ask." He tilted his head and searched my face, obviously trying to figure me out.

"Well..." I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly and continued. "The kids at school bully me. It's alright though. I'm fine." I smiled at him, put on the helmet, and climbed on behind him, wrapping my arms around tightly around his waist. I couldn't help but notice how firm his stomach was. I blushed and hid my face inbetween his shoulderblades to sheild myself from the still pouring rain.

"Where to?" He asked. He started the motorcycle and kicked it into gear. I began to give him directions and thanked him as we stopped in front of my house.

"Thanks for, ya know, helping me and stuff. If you hadn't come I woulda been raped. And I appreciate it. Are ya goin' ta go to Westfeild High? (A/N: Not a real Highschool I think.)" I asked, hoping this mysterious man could go to the same school as me.

"Haha. Yes I am. I'm Zayn, by the way." He smiled at me and I smiled back.

"Niall." I stated. I shook his hand and blushed at the warmth.

"Goodbye, Niall. See ya later." He winked and hopped back onto his bike, speeding away. I blushed deeper and climbed the front steps to my house. I stepped inside and shivered. I sighed as I realized I lost one of my favorite shirts. Damn thugs. 

I stepped into the living room and grabbed a towel from the cabinet.

"Where were ya?" I whirl around and grimace at my parents faces as they saw my stomach.

SERIOUSLY?!?!

FML!