Fools In Love *Ziall Fanfiction* (Finished)

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Niall's P.O.V.:
"Niall! Wake up you lazy ass!" I heard my older brother Greg shouting in my ear. "Leave me alone", I grumbled into my soft pillow. Let me just say. I. Love. My. Bed. Me and my bed are inseparable. I do literally everything in my bed. I eat in my bed. I watch TV in my bed. I do my homework in my bed. I spent my whole weekend in my bed cuddling with my pillow, I should really get a girlfriend, ... You get the point.

"Niall you gotta get up! School starts today! And your teachers wouldn't really appreciate it, if you came late on the first day after summerbreak."

I groaned, sitting up. "Do you always have to be such an annoying twat?" - "I wouldn't be so annoying, if you could handle getting up on your own in the morning. " With that he walked out of my room. After an internal battle in my head I eventually got out of bed and went over to my closet.

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"Why does school have to be so early?", Harry, one of my best friends complained. "I know. It would have been better, if school started in the afternoon", I agreed with him. We were currently sitting in our homeroom in school, but the lesson hadn't begun yet. So we were just chatting like everyone else. Harry sat right behind me in the back row with Louis, my other cheeky best friend, and next to me sat Liam. Liam didn't want to sit in the back, because it would give the teacher the 'wrong impression' of him. But luckily I could persuade him to sit with me in front of Harry and Louis.

Louis and me were the jokester among the class. Not to sound cocky or something, but we could be pretty funny at times, which often incurs in detention.

Harry is just his charming self. He can be flirty at times, but he's in no way a man whore. And Liam is kinda the 'nerd'. His marks are important to him but he's still always there for us and helps us out when we're in trouble.

"Good morning class." Our mathsteacher Ms. Greyson walked in the room. I didn't really like maths, but Ms. Grey is actually not a bad person. Maybe I could even like her, if she wasn't teaching Maths.
"We have a new student. His name's Zayn and I'd like you to welcome him with open arms and be nice to him." I noticed only now the tan boy standing next to Ms. Grey. He wore mostly black clothes and boots. Definitely a bad boy, I thought. And even for a straight guy I had to admit that he was quite good looking with his almost black quiff, his deep brown eyes and his smooth lips. I think Liam's rubbing off on me. I'm rarely that deep. I usually only think about sleep, video games, sleep, eating and uh... sleep?

"Zayn, you can sit in the back next to Harry. Okay guys I hope you had nice holidays-" I cut her off. "Indeed. We had lovely holidays. What about your's Ms. Grey?" I asked her in a posh accent. "I also had nice holidays, Niall. And how often do I have to tell you that my name is Ms. Greyson, not Ms. Grey." She replied with fake sweetness in her voice. "But I think Ms. Grey suits you better since you're being all bitter and dark." She let out an exaggerated sigh and just turns to the blackboard behind her, the class snickering in her back. I smiled victoriously. She knew better not to mess with me, because I could be quite persistent when it came to these things.

While Ms. Grey was writing something on the board Zayn, that new handsome guy from god knows where walked past me and the other students to the back and sat next to Harry. He didn't seem like the type to show very much emotion. Like I said, typical bad boy.

I turned around to Louis and Harry, starting a conversation about new video games I bought last week, while ever so often glancing at the mysterious bad boy, who just sat there, not  seeming interested in anything at all.

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