Over Again - Ziall (Sequel to "Just One Time") ✔️

Chapter 1 - What happened then?

“Niall mate,  what’s wrong with you? You look like crap and you’re playing like shit” Josh stopped in front of Niall and placed his hands on his sides, frowning.

“I’m sorry, i haven’t slept much last night and i’m tired” Niall mumbled scratching his head.  He was so tired he felt like he would collapse any moment and Josh was making him play football.

“Than why are you here? Why didn’t you just stay home?” Josh threw his hands in the air, making Niall roll his eyes.

“I fucking told you, you fucking piece of shit, but you insisted that i shouldn’t fucking ditch because it’s the last fucking week of school” Niall scowled at his friend, whose eyes widened as he looked at Niall and a smile made it’s way on his face.

“You’re not lying oh my god. I thought you were acting all cranky because something else, i didn’t know”

“Why the fuck are you fucking smiling then?” Niall said again, making Josh chuckle

“Well i know that you curse, but i’m not used to you using a dozen of filthy words in one sentence”

“Fuck you” Niall mumbled sitting on the grass, using his jersey shirt to wipe the sweat of his face.

The sun peaked from the clouds time after time, making it look warm for a couple of minutes before everything turned darker again. It kind of fitted Niall’s mood perfectly.

He felt miserable when he kept thinking about what has been bothering him for the past few days, but just like the sun shined for a few minutes making it look warm, Niall tried to block the dark thoughts and think about the things that had kept him happy those few days a year ago.

It was one year exactly today since Niall was being held hostage. One year ago, today he got the damned tattoo on his forearm, got yelled by his father and went to get drunk at a club. One year today Niall got so drunk that he couldn’t remember anything that had happened that night. It had been one year since Niall woke up blindfolded and tied to a chair, feeling like shit. One year since he ‘met’ the four boys that had made him think his life over and change. It had been one year since he met… Zayn.

Three years ago today, his mother had passed away. Three years ago today his father had told him that he hated Niall. Three years ago Niall ran to his mothers grave, crying over his miserable life and how his father and brother despised him. How his mother had left him alone. How everyone thought he was a failure. How no one wanted to hang out with him. How he had no friends. How he was useless… a useless son how his father had pointed out exactly one year ago.

Three years ago today, he was found passed out next to his mothers grave in the middle of the night. That’s when things had gotten worse. His father wouldn’t even bother to talk to him anymore, his brother simply ignored him, just like everyone else. They thought Niall was going to kill himself.

They didn’t know that while Niall cried, it started raining. Niall couldn’t find the strength to leave, so  he just lied down next to his mothers grave and cried himself to sleep. They didn’t know that instead of sleeping, Niall had passed out because of the cold. They didn’t know how much he hated himself.

All those things had made Niall feel sorry for himself and right after that hate himself even more, just when he thought about it. He was so stupid! How could he be so naïve? How hadn’t he learned his lesson after years of being hurt and treated like shit?

He almost started crying then and there, in front of his football team mates, in front of the whole school, in front of Josh – his best friend.

“There’s something more than just the lack of sleep” Josh pointed out, concern written all over his features as he kneeled down next to Niall and looked at his best mates face.