"LISTEN" (One Direction fanfic)

Part One

            As usual I was the first one in class; the room is empty save for rows of chairs and desks. I still had a good hour before school started, but I always arrived around this time, even the janitors have recognized me and have given me a subtle nod when they pass.

            I walked over to my seat and let my bag drop to the ground before burying my face into my sleeves. Peace and quiet; just the way I like it.

            It wasn’t until 30 minutes later that my sweet silence was interrupted by a slow increase of voices due to the pour of students arriving at school. I didn’t really mind the noise, I had always managed to block out most of the sound but there was once voice that seemed to break through my barrier each time.

            “Morning!!” There it was; that loud and obnoxious voice. I didn’t have to look up to know that a blonde haired boy with blue eyes, flushed cheeks, and an uneven smile; strutted into the classroom, greeting people on the way over to his usual gang of friends.

            “I’m impressed, you’re not late today, Niall.” Said a deep voice in a slow English drawl; that would be our school’s womanizer Harry, I found his voice quite soothing but the things that are said with that soothing voice are usually inappropriate and about women.

            “That’s only because Liam called my mobile like 10 times!” Again, his voice is loud; booming throughout the classroom, louder than all the voices combined.

            “It wasn’t 10 times! I called only 3 times, because if you’re late again you’ll have to stay after school with Mr. Paul.” Liam, the group’s daddy, explained. He was always trying to quiet the boys down which I appreciated but at times when he couldn’t stop them, he’d just join them in their shenanigans.  

            “Speaking of Mr. Paul…” Louis says, the usual misfit of our class, I could practically hear the mischief in his voice. “PAUL! Good morning to you! How’s your fiancée?”

            I hear footsteps at the front of the room and assume that our teacher, Mr. Paul had arrived.

            “Shut it, Tomlinson. Alright everyone, get to your seats, class is starting.” Mr. Paul says in his gruff voice and there’s a scatter of footsteps and chairs squeaking. “Alright now, pull out your textbooks and get reading on chapter 15, page 213. Malik, Rimmell; wake yourselves.”

            I hear my last name and reluctantly pry my face away from my sleeves, I see a familiar head of perfectly sculpted dark hair in front of me rise as well. I hear laughter next to me and already know that he’s probably snickering at his dark skinned sleepy friend.

            “Careful Zayn, you might ruin your pretty hair.” Niall teases, he thinks he’s whispering but the entire class hears and chuckles along with him. Zayn just rolls his eyes and shoots Niall a small lazy smile before opening his textbook which was covered in doodles.

            I tune out Mr. Paul’s lesson and just focus my eyes on the doodle Zayn’s currently working on. Out of the group of boys; Zayn was the one I didn’t seem to mind, maybe because he was just like me. Niall on the other hand…

            For the first time today I glanced over at Niall; he’s just resting his head in his palm and writing something in his notebook while his lips moved slightly, as if he was singing to himself. I didn’t really know Niall enough to hate him, but he annoyed me enough that out of the boys he was my least favourite. In fact, out of everyone in this class, Niall was my least favourite. Other than his loud voice; it was the long never ending laughing fits he gets and the 100 watt smiles. Maybe it’s because he’s a nice bloke or whatnot, I don’t really care.