16 year old Liam Payne, a young and innocent boy who has been mute for 6 years, (and innocent as in VIRGIN LMAO AMIRITE) who has never felt real love or anything close to it, is in for a shock when he meets 25 year old Zayn Malik at his new school...
After all my classes ended, me and Niall walked down the darkening corridors to my locker. Our footsteps echoed in the darkness, our shoulders brushing against each other. Niall starts whistling a tune that I can't identify, it has a nice rhythm and I don't know if I want him to stop. It's quite soothing, something like a lullaby. Then he starts singing.
"Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true. Wanted a woman, never bargained for you. Lots of people talkin', few of them know, soul of a woman was created below, yeah" His accent fit perfectly as he sang the lyrics to an unknown song. His voice is pure bliss, comforting and alarming at the same time. I smile. "You hurt and abuse tellin' all of your lies. Run 'round sweet baby, Lord how they hypnotize. Sweet little baby, I don't know where you've been. Gonna love you baby, here I come again."
"Hey, Liam?" Niall stops in his tracks.
I look back at him, almost wanting him to keep singing, but I wait for him to continue. "How are you not freaked out about all of this?"
"What do you mean?" I nudge him gently.
"The Gifted. Normally, the expected reaction to something this crazy would be very, very non-calm. How are you holding up?" He steps closer to me, his blue eyes searching my face.
"I honestly think it's crazy, but, I'm used to crazy. I mean, have you met my family? Control freaks. They'd do anything to be in control, and I mean anything. My ma would be constantly giving head to big man office CEOs just so they wouldn't even think about messing with my father. My dad knew, obviously, but it didn't faze him. We're messed up. That's us." I exhale deeply, relieved I got that off my chest. But I should be worried I spilled shit about my family to a flaming hot head I met this morning.
"Wow. That's the most I've heard out of you. I wonder how many more tricks you got up your sleeve. And, I'm sorry about your family, that sounds pretty rough. I never really had a problem with family. Want a hug? I heard they're pretty grand." He grins and opens up his arms. I give him a weird look. That's...different. I haven't hugged anyone since...Aunt Sierra. The moon pendant stings against my chest. His grin fades as he realizes I am not going to hug him, and he drops his arms. "I'm sorry... I didn't ask if it was okay.. or I'm so sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable and-"
I shut him up by wrapping my arms around him. He stumbles back, surprised and startled. He regains his stepping, and latches onto me like a koala. I giggle and squeeze him tightly, him returning the gesture fondly. He laughs a great and loud laugh, nestling himself into my curly locks. God he's so adorable.
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I pull away from him and look at him. He's smiling widely and giggling. "Before I forget to ask, what was that song you were singing?" He looks up to me and a smile creeps up upon his face.
"I was singing Led Zeppelin, one of the greatest rock bands of all time! The song was Dazed and Confused, personally, I think is their best, along with Babe I'm Gonna Leave You and Stairway To Heaven, and... Sorry I'm rambling again. Ha, they have a song called Ramble On. I make myself laugh sometimes. Sorry, rambling." He looks down at his feet and flushes.
