Worth It (Nouis-Student/Teacher boyxboy)

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Louis' POV

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"Louis?" Niall asked, astonished. "You're in...you're in my class." I muttered. "You're my...teacher?" his eyes were narrowed in astonishment. I just nodded. "Uh...please...take your seat." I said. He just nodded and turned around, walking towards his chair and setting his bag down. The dark haired kid whispered something to him, and he just rolled his eyes. "Niall do you know what to do?" I asked, and he looked up and nodded, starting to write. I noticed that he kept looking at the guy and glaring at him. I looked down at my pants, remembering the events of last night. With my student. That's illegal. I buried my face in my hands and let out a groan. When the bell rang everyone got up and put their papers on my desk. I saw the dark haired boy saying something to Niall and laughing. Niall just rolled his eyes and walked faster. "Whats your name?" I asked the boy. "Zayn." he said and walked out. Zayn better not try anything.

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Nialls POV

"So, you gonna meet up with Mr.Tomlinson. I think being away from him so long you deserve a nice snog, huh?" Zayn made fun of me. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "I saw you go home with him at the bar. So, you get laid?" he asked. I sighed. "Stop, Zayn." I said. He just laughed. He pinned me up to the locker. "Who says I'm going to stop?" he smiled through his gritted teeth. "All you are to him is a little, worthless sex toy. He wouldn't give a damn if you died." he threw those harsh words at me. He pit his arm up against my throat, choking me. "And when you're in trouble, he won't be coming to your rescue like a prince. He'll leave you to die alone, with nobody there to care for you. Nobody to save you." and with that he left, leaving me to fall on the floor, gasping for air. I rubbed my neck and winced. He was right, though. I didn't have any friends, and my family doesn't care about me. Maybe I would be better off dead. I debated whether anybody would care, and figured, if this school year goes wrong, I would kill myself. I then remembered about Louis' guitar. I grabbed it from my locker and looked at it. I had a free period, so I might as well use it wisely. I made my way to the hallway that had the stairs which led to the roof. But before I got there, I felt a tap on the shoulder. It was Louis. "Hi." I said. "Hi...so...are we going to just forget about last night?" my heart sank at his words. "Yeah. Thanks for the guitar." I said, and walked away. I opened the door to the stairs and walked up. When I got there, I sang the first song I could think of. Outside Looking In by Jordan Pruitt. Don't make fun of me. Just because a girl sings it doesn't mean that I can't sing it.

"You don't know my name.

You don't know anything about me.

I've tried to play nice,

I wanna be in tour game.

The things that you Say.

You may think I never hear about them.

But word travels fast.

I'm telling you to your face.

I'm standing here behind your back." I let the words slip out. They truly reflected how I felt.

"You don't know how it feels

to be outside the crowd.

You don't know what its like,

to be left out.

And you don't know how it feels,

to be your own best friend.

On the outside looking in."

I let a single tear slip away as my fingers strummed the guitar. I had this perfect feeling when I played. A feeling I haven't had in a long time.

"If you could read my mind.

You might see,

more of me then meets the eye.

And you've been all wrong,

not who you think I am.

Youve never given me a chance."

I sang, remembering all the things Zayn and Elliot had said to me since I came here. How I was just a gay idiot who deserved to die.

"You don't know how it feels,

to be outside the crowd.

You don't know what its like

to be left out.

And you don't know how it feels

to be your own best friend.

On the outside looking in."

I sang the chorus once more, thinking about all the times my family have robbed me of my innocence. Hitting, punching, cutting, and raping me. (A/N I love Nialls family so much trust me ):)

"Well I'm tired of staying at home,

im bored and all alone.

I'm sick of wasting all my time.

You don't know how it feels,

to be outside the crowd,

you don't know what its like,

to be left out.

And you don't know how it feels,

to be your own best friend.

On the outside looking in.

You don't know how it feels,

to be outside the crowd.

You don't know what its like,

to be left out.

And you don't know how it feels,

to be your own best friend.

On the outside looking in."

I finished the song, already in tears. Everybody's right. I deserve to die. But I know something is keeping me here for a reason. I just don't know what. "I deserve to be beaten. I deserve to be hurt. I deserve to be raped. I deserve to die. I deserve to be alone." I repeated my dads words.

Louis' POV

I watched as Niall finished his song and began crying. I wanted to help him out of this. I will help him out of this. "I deserve to be beaten. I deserve to be hurt. I deserve to be raped. I deserve to die. I deserve to be alone." he whispered, his eyes closed. I felt my heart get slower at his words. Nobody deserves that. Not even the meanest bully. Nobody should be told that. I hope someone didn't tell him that, because its not true. Knowing somebody did that to him is just...heartbreaking. "What are you doing?" I was snapped out of my thoughts with Niall in front of me. "I..uh...I was just going to Say...I need your paper." I stuttered. He reached in his bag and pulled out a paper, handing it to me. "When did you get here?" he asked, his voice quivering. "Uh... a couple minutes ago... I didn't want to disturb you...so I waited until you were done..." I said. "What did you hear?" he asked, his lip now twitching. I looked down. "Well...." I started. "Whatever. Just...keep this to yourself." he said, walking away. "Right." I whispered.