The lonely soul. Ziall fanfic

Chapter 1: The new bad boi

Niall's POV
So... another day at this hell hole.. oh I'm sorry this school. Yeah school. If you went through what I have been for the past 3 years you wouldn't call this a school. I'm bullied everyday by the same group of people. In this school there are groups.:

The populars: The hot girls and boys of the school. They run the place. They consist of Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson (they're together by the way. Yeah I agree not fair how they're not judged!) Danielle Peazer (The cheerleader) Taylor Swift and Caroline Flack the school sluts.

The geeks: The smart ones of the school. Liam Payne (who is secretly in love with Danielle.. but then who isn't) Stan and Andy.

The bullies: My tormentors, Josh Devine and Lucas.

The populars try their best to stop the bullies but, hey! even they're scared of them. You know what? screw that half of the fucking teachers are scared of them! They're also called the bad boys but I don't believe that any one is bad, at least not at heart. Me being known as the lonely soul makes me more observant. Like the name suggests, there's no one to distract me or bug me.. so I spend all my time watching people pass and the days turn to nights. I know what you're thinking "well isn't that boring?" but to be honest it's not. Do you want to know why I don't hate Josh? Well it's because beneath the hard shell he's showing there is pain. but not just a little amount but a lot of pain. What is causing this emotion to flicker though his eyes I still don't know but if I keep watching as intently as normal I will shortly find out... And what I find out isn't what I expected- but I'll get to that later. I don't hate Lucas because like me he's gay. I see the way he stares at (and sometimes drools over) Stan. Whenever he is caught panic flashes through his eyes and comes out on his features but he is smart and is quick to hid it. Of course I hate what they do to me. I hate seeing my brother worry over me because he sees the bruises, the cuts. As if my face wasn't ugly enough. Any way today is a Wednesday, and there's meant to be some new kid joining. What was his name... Zen? No that wasn't it... Zain... No! it's Zayn. Yes that's it I'm sure. Wait.. Zayn?! How could I forget him! Everyone knows Zayn Malik he's the town bad boy! Great this is just what I need another bastard ruining my life. 
  I sigh as I walk to my first class. Maths. Urg I hate maths! It's just so boring and the teachers voice just gives you a head ache. Everyone hates him. Even Liam and he doesnt hate anyone. Although I have heard of the mysterious Zayn I don't actually know what he looks like. Of course I've heard all the rumors. "I heard he's really ugly and he has a huge scar across his face." "Oh well I heard he's really hot and has perfect skin!" 
I've learned the hard way what rumors can do. Rarely are the actually true but that doesn't stop them from spreading *cough* like Taylors legs *cough* 
Any way back to my first class. I sit at the back tucked into the corner. The further away from people the better. I hate this room. But only because of the size. It's so small and what with me (being awkward) being claustrophobic, let's just say it's not a great mix. So anyway I'm in my seat at the back when the buzzer (finally) rings. The door swings open and in comes the dreaded teacher. I look behind him and see a shadow. A shadow, nothing more, nothing less. No face, no hair just the silhouette. This figure turns around at the sound of sir saying his name. He is still in the dark hidden from the light but that doesn't stop me from seeing the smouldering eyes that capture me. It's like I have no choice but to stare. Like I'm a rabbit caught in a snare or a dear caught in headlights or.. you know what enough with the metaphors let's leave it as i was frozen from the sight of the chocolate brown eyes. From seeing many eyes in the past (and sort of observing them) I can tell that he's got walls up. fake walls to make him look tough. Not that he isn't but it blocks me and others from knowing what true emotion he is feeling. But after a few seconds of looking into each others  eyes they soften ever so slightly and I can see through the newly formed cracks to see a slither of hope.. before the walls are fixed and I'm once again blocked out. This stranger (probably Zayn) then chooses this moment to step out of the shadows and into the bright light to reveal to all his true face. Not the rumored once but the real one. And let me tell you, it was not what i was expecting....