Niall |DISCONTINUED|

7

Zayn Malik sat, staring hard at principal Braddock who'd made allowances for his suspension. He was bitter in every way and wanted justice for himself. If anything, he thought, they should be thanking me for helping him through his first hard on.

Yaser sat too, finishing up his business dealings through the abused speaker of his blue tooth. He picked up his coffee and sipped it, ending the call and facing Mr. Braddock.

"This teacher, Mr--what was it baita?" [بیٹا]

"Coach Hollingsworth." Zayn said, portraying a wounded victim.

"This coach was running my larka into the ground and using rather abusive language. I believe the term 'shitty' was implemented. It's a total abuse of power." Yaser said whilst sending some text message about how he was all tied up at the moment. [لڑکا]

Coach Hollingsworth cocked his head sideways,  in disbelief. Zayn was more problematic than his father had realised. He was adamant on that, kicking out how Zayn was a good boy and how the school was always targeting him for whatever reason they could find.

"You're right abbu, he was very abusive." Zayn continued his wounded act. [ابو]

Principal Braddock furrowed his brow and argued back, telling the man of the issues that they've had out of Zayn. He went into brief detail even, to describe what had happened with Niall, but Yaser Malik didn't believe a word of what the principal spoke.

"I'm not going to sit here and listen to these taradiddles about my larka. I know my child, if he said that he didn't do it, he didn't do it. I want his prom privileges reimposed, his suspension  annulled and quashed." He demanded, looking to Zayn who seemed quite pleased with that.

Zayn nodded and Coach Hollingsworth puffed out a frustrated sigh. Zayn had always gotten off so easily, vandalising property, physical tormenting, deterring other's mood and so on. His hands were riddled with grime and Coach Hollingsworth felt that he was due for a trip to a sink.

"I believe that there is a video of the occurrence. And I believe, in strong faith that your son is the one who recorded and posted it." The coach reported in confidence. "I think that we should check his phone. If the video's not there I owe you my apologies and you should be allowed back at school and readmitted to prom." He then compromised.

Yaser turned to his son and then glanced at his phone, nodding toward the principal who waited patiently.

"Abbu, no. I have personal stuff on there." Zayn stated flatly, clutching his phone. Yaser stared hard, placing his hand on his sons knee and tightening his grip.

"Just give them the phone Zayn." He said, tone changing. He was fed up, the discussion had taken too long and all of the larka's and baita's were out of the window. "If you want to go to prom you need to give them the phone. I need to be back at work." 

"No." Zayn got up and left, slamming the office door behind him.

**********

Zayn entered the gymnasium, smile gracing is features. He walked to the bleachers, spotting Louis who was hanging out with Harry and Gemma Styles. They were chatting in a casual manner, carrying on even when Zayn approached.

"So I'm officially out of prom." Zayn stated, seemingly proud of himself. "Bet that tosser Braddock gets fired though. My dad's suing him. Gordon Bennett though Louis, why didn't you stick with me? We could have had them by the bollocks!"

"We deserved it, for what we did to Niall Horan." Louis said, with a sigh. "Hollingsworth was right, we did a shitty thing, for no reason at that." Louis said.

"Poxy! That Niall Horan goes around claiming that everyone, but he and his 'mama' who by the way is completely off her trolley is going to hell and you stuck up for that little pikey anyhow!"

"Christ you can be so manky sometimes." Louis said in irritation.

"He's been asking for it since the sixth grade Lou." Zayn said, almost like he'd been pleading for Louis to fall back to his side. Louis turned to leave and Zayn grabbed his arm, getting a bit angrier at how Louis was treating him. 

"If I do remember correctly, you were in there too, throwing the condoms and towels, calling him things what was it? Freak?"  Zayn tormented, using what had happened against his mate.

"I stopped." Louis said firmly.

"Oh you stopped? Everyone! Louis stopped!" Zayn shouted, smacking his hands to his thighs. "Why didn't you stop running?" Zayn said, voice returning to its previous state.

"Stop."Louis demanded, pulling back, but not escaping Zayn's grip.

"You kept running Louis, little Lou, because you and Eleanor have been dreaming of senior year since you first took the glasses off, stood up straighter and asked her if she'd fancy a dance." He said, imitating Louis voice toward the end. "She's already pictured it, and you being so submissive can't stand to mess that up. And that is why you had this false change of heart. You don't give a damn about Niall Horan and everyone knows that. See you around Lou" He huffed, leaving the gymnasium and heading for home.