Back On The Road

Chapter 1 - Meet The Leading Roles

ZAYN'S P.O.V.

Damn, I had such a head ache. I rubbed my eyes and let them tell me where I was. But..

Wait, where the fuck was I?

This wasn't my bed.. I looked next to me, there was this knocked out brunette lying on the bed. She was naked.

God, I got wasted again last night. I saw my clothes scattered around on the floor. When I slowly slipped out of the bed, I saw bruises all over my body. I probably got into a fight again. I tiptoed through the room, gathered all of my clothes and stuff, and before I stumbled through the door I heard a soft voice calling my name.

I walked down the road and put my shades on, so nobody could see that I had a huge hangover. It was beautiful weather. I took out a pack of cigarettes I bought yesterday, and saw that there were only two left. I grabbed one and lighted it. I placed my lips around it and inhaled deeply. I let the smoke circulate through my lungs and enjoyed the feeling of temporary filling the emptiness in my body.

I reached my appartement and took out my keys to open the door, but before I could open the door, my phone started vibrating.

"Zayn, dude, where you at? Wanna come over and smoke some with the other ones?"

"Nah man, I lost my keys. Gotta search for them. Then I have to take care for some business, so I'm skipping this one yea?"

"Alright man, see you later"

I opened the door and walked in. After I hung up my jacket, I walked to the radio and turned it on. Singing along to the pop songs that were being played, I pulled out my drawing stuff and searched the things I was going to need together. I went to sit with my stuff on the balcony and was yet again amazed by the view, one of the main reasons I bought this apartment. I turned my phone off, and began drawing the first lines. This was going to be a relaxed day.

YOUR P. O. V.

I stood before the mirror and poked in my stomach. Why were all my friends so thin and beautiful? It was 6 am, the fight that was going on downstairs had woken me. My parents didn't love each other. And all they did was fight, scream, shout. I couldn't go back to sleep now. I felt like shit, so I walked down the stairs and didn't even try to sound quiet. They won't care anyways. I grabbed my coat and went for a walk outside.

I was so lonely. I used to have enormous trouble with my mother. She called me fat and dumb and I never did anything right in her eyes. And yeah, if your own mother says that you aren't worth anything, you start believing it yourself. It felt like she didn't love me. And that lead to this. Now I was someone with a huge fear of loneliness. Not loneliness as in being alone at home or something - as a matter of fact, I love that - but a fear of losing the persons who mean something to me. Only the thought of dying alone made me shiver.

I really needed some human attention, but nobody would understand me. My friends knew I had trouble at home, but what they knew, wasn't even a quart of it. How much I loved them, they wouldn't understand. Nobody understands this. Not even me.

It was Monday. The new school year would start today. I had to put on my fake face on again. I was what I wanted to be there: always smiling, making jokes, shouting and most of all: happy. But I was in the wrong year. All of the kids were stupid and childish. They all thought I was "frightening".

The older people liked me, though. Everyone thought I was older than my real age, too. My four best friends were all younger than me. I didn't have a boyfriend of course. But that was pure logic, where would I find one? Everyone I knew was either too young or acting too young. And those stupid kids only wanted girls who weighted less than the amount of make up they wore. The older guys didn't. My sister dated older men too, there was nothing wrong with that.

I actually love thinking. Nobody knows what you're fantasising about in your head. But I often stray and forget the time when I'm thinking. That made me wonder.. What time is it? I grabbed my phone. It was already past the time I'd normally wake up for school, and I still had to walk back to my house! I hurried back.

HARRY'S P. O. V.

I opened my bag as I walked in the empty classroom. I calmly took out all my stuff and placed it on my desk. I wasn't nervous at all. It was a new year and a whole new class, but I was used to that now. I was a bit late though, but that wasn't new.

I took a look at my watch, the lesson would begin in five minutes. I quickly took out my phone, and checked if there were any new messages or missed calls.

None.

Sad. My mind played the scene from this morning. We had a huge fight about something so little. I already forgot what it was about. We had a lot of fights lately. But I didn't care much, actually. I loved her, but I didn't even remember the last time we had fun... It didn't even hurt me anymore to say that the spark we once had, was gone.

I heard some noises, so I looked up to see the early kids walk in. I put my phone away, and from my eye corners, I could see the curious faces checking me out. Slowly the classroom was being filled, and the lesson would begin in a minute. I should introduce myself.

YOUR P. O. V.

Shit. I ran through the school halls searching for the place I had to be.

When I got home this morning, nobody even looked at me. Still fighting. I didn't get any attention. And that's why I loved attention, it didn't matter from who. If I already got some, my day was made. But sometimes, you search for and find attention from the wrong one.

I ran to the classroom and got in just before the school bell rang.

I saw a long figure walking towards me. But... Who the hell was that? I felt my core tightening up.

He was pure sex.

Chocolate brown curls danced around his face as he closed the door and put his large hand softly on my shoulder.

"I would like to start the lesson, could you please go and take a seat?" He smiled cheekily, causing dimples to appear in his soft cheeks.

"O-okay" I stumbled to an empty seat my friend got for me.

"Hey, why are you so late?" My friend whispered.

I didn't pay attention at all.

"Who is that?", I asked, without stopping to get hypnotized with his beautiful emerald green eyes.

My friend shrugged. He stood in front of the class. A million dirty scenes were being played in my head.

"Hello class. I'm Mr. Styles, and I'll be teaching you English this year. I don't think an introduction round is necessary, because I will forget your name anyway. We'll just have to do the lessons, and perhaps, if you're lucky, I'll remember your name" He paused and smiled again, causing those dimples and a hot feeling to appear again. "Just joking about that last part. Get out your text books please".

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