Fools In Love *Ziall Fanfiction* (Finished)

Chapter 14

Niall's P.O.V.:
I was standing in the cafeteria debating wether I should go talk to the boys or not. I managed to stay hidden from them up until now, but I think they might have discovered my disguise. Well, it might just be me. Note the sarcasm there.

I saw them sitting at our usual table. Should I really talk to them? I could still change my name, move to another country and begin a new life.
Ugh, I'm getting these weird unrealistic thoughts again, and I knew from experience that it never ends well if I intentionally or unintentionally try to make them come to life.

After an internal battle with myself I slowly marched over to them and greeted them quietly. "Hey guys." They still heard me and broke their conversation to turn around to me.
God, why did I do this again?

"Care to explain?" Louis asked sharply. Liam and Harry were also looking at me expectantly, making me feel smaller than I actually was and let me tell you, I wasn't the tallest person on earth.

I started fiddling nervously with my fingers and looked down, afraid of their reactions. "Well... uh... I'm kinda... sorta... friends with Zayn?" It sounded more like question. I slowly took my gaze off the floor to see if they were mad.

Liam looked worried and a bit disappointed. Why wouldn't he be disappointed? I broke my promise to him. I still got involved with Zayn when he clearly told me not to.
Harry just looked confused, which wasn't a suprise, since he got his head stuck in poems all the time. And Louis... he looked downright furious. I didn't want them to be mad at me. I knew I broke the promise. But Zayn really wasn't dangerous at all!

"How?" - "What?" I asked Louis confused. He sighed annoyed. "How could you be friends with him? He's just gonna hurt you! Like he does with everyone else." He exclaimed. "He wouldn't hurt me. He wouldn't hurt anyone!" I yelled back. Why did he have to be so stubborn instead of just giving Zayn a chance.

"Niall, we're just worried about you. We don't want you beaten up and hurt. Zayn is just not good for you. He beats another guy up everyday." Liam tried calming me and Louis down, not exactly succeeding, whilest Harry just watched us dumbfounded.

"Zayn wouldn't hurt me! He wouldn't hurt anyone without a reason." I defended him. Louis scoffed. "Then please, do tell us why he lways beats people up." I sighed exaggeratedly, trying to calm down. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth again. "He doesn't beat up people all the time. He's just misunderstood. The blokes that he got in a fight with, were provoking and insulting him. Wouldn't you get angry if someone insulted you?" Now they looked a bit guilty, serves them right.

"So... do you accept my and Zayn's realtionship? I mean! Friendship!" Dear lord, maybe I should get checked out by a doctor or go to a therapist. Was it healthy to embarass yourself that much? I don't think so.

Harry chuckled lightly and I bet I was as red as a tomato. "Well, I guess we do. But that doesn't mean we like it." Said Liam, warily looking at Harry and Louis. Louis shot up in his seat. "I swear to god if he hurts you, I'm gonna rip his fucking head off!" I was glad that they at least accepted our friendship.

"But, Niall. I he ever lays a hand on you, you tell us straight away, okay?" Liam asked. Why did they have to treat me like a baby all the time? I was fucking 16! I sighed inwardly. "Fine, I will."

I finally sat down beside Liam. "Where is Zayn anyway?" Asked a curious Harry. I looked around the cafeteria. Zayn was nowhere around.
"Maybe he's in the backyard, smoking." I thought aloud. Liam choked on his drink and almost spit it at Harry, who was sitting on the other side of the table.
Oh god, why did I say this out loud? Sometimes I was so stupid it almost hurt.

"He smokes?" Liam asked shocked. I just casually shrugged my shoulders, trying to play it down like it was no big deal.
"Well, as long as you don't start smoking, it's not really my concern." Said Harry skeptically. "Never start smoking Niall. It's not good for you." Liam spoke up after he composed himself.

I groaned. "Yes, Daddy."


The rest of school went by pretty uneventful, except for Mr. Brandon humiliating me in class again. But seriously! Who wants to know who the first priest of... I already forgot the name. Was it... Aca-gay-la.. -guylor? I don't even know. But I was pretty sure it started with an A.
Me and Zayn also turned in our essay about... oops I forgot what it was about. Anyway I don't need to worry about that anymore.

Speaking of Zayn, I was hoping I could catch him by his locker, because I wanted to meet up with him today. I  already said goodbye to Liam, Harry and Louis. I was glad that they haven't pressured me in talking about Zayn anymore. They would probably judge him even more. At least they accepted our friendship.

I just turned around the corner of the hallway and... there he was! Zayn. Casually leaning against my locker, looking beautiful. Wait! Did I really just think that? He was NOT beautiful! Handsome yeah, very handsome, but not beautiful! Girls and flowers were beautiful, but not guys!
But why would he wait for me? Oooh, I'm getting all flustered! Well, that was kind of gay.

I greeted him as I approached him a bit nervous. "Hey Zayn." I waved awkwardly, but he didn't have any of that, he just pulled me in a short hug. Even though it was very short I swear I felt something happen inside my body! Oh my god! That sounded so wrong! Why did my thought have to always sound so wrong? It was not funny!

"I wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out with me today?" He asked me smiling. "Me too! I mean... sure! I'd love to! Now?" I really think I should get checked out by a doctor. Who know I may had a horrible disease, which caused chronic self embarassment.

"Of course! Now hurry." He urged me. I opened my now free locker as fast as I could and threw the things I didn't need at him in it, not caring if anything got damaged. I closed it again and grabbed Zayns arm. "Come on!" I said happily and skipped with him out of school. He pulled me in the direction of his house. Oh we were going to his'? Cool.

"So how did it go with Liam, Harry and Louis?" He asked worridly. "Pretty well actually. I mean, they aren't exactly happy, but they accept our friendship." This time I made sure that I didn't say relationship. That would have been even worse in front of Zayn than the boys.

"Well, that's good I guess." He said, looking off into the distance. I felt bad for him. Everyone misunderstood him. Even though he was such a nice person. "Don't beat yourself up over it. They'll come around eventually. Trust me, when they get to know you they'll see how cute you really are." I comforted him, reaching over to ruffle his hair to which he just grumbled.

"Normally I would kill everyone if they messed up my hair, but because it's you I won't. And second, I'm not fucking cute!" I laughed at his expression. "Yes, you are cute!" I said. He crosseed his arms before his chest and protested. "Am not! I'm fucking sexy okay, but not CUTE!"
"Okay you are both, sexy and cute. Happy?" I asked only now realising what I said. Oh god, I did not just tell him he was sexy!!! I was mortified. When he saw my expression he laughed. "YOU. Are. Adorable." He said kissing my cheek and walking ahead of me. My eyes got even wider if that was possible and I froze to the spot. Good fucking lord. Did he just? Kissed. Me. On. The. Cheek. ???

I lightly touched the spot where he kissed me and blushed. Oh my god.

Wait! ... Zayn!

I looked up to see Zayn a few meters ahead of me. "Wait! Zayn!" I screamed running after him. He turned around. "There you are." He smiled. "I thought you would be standing there till tomorrow touching your cheek." There it was again. His fucking smirk. I just wanted curl up in a ball so he wouldn't see the huge blush that crawled it's way up my cheeks. But I remained where I was keeping the last bits of my, like I already mentioned, nonexistend pride.

"You're cute when you blush." He said smiling like an idiot. Even though he was embarassing me even more I had to laugh at his stupid grin.
"Now come on, my mom wanted to meet you." He told me and started walking again whilest I was too perplex to move.

After I composed myself again I quickly ran after. "Zayn! Wait! What do you mean?" He just laughed at me and contiued walking but this time  bit slower. "HUH?" I stumbled after him feeling completely self concious.

Oh my god! I was gonna meet his mom!
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A/N: yay another longer chapter! I swear I was so bloody pissed when it got deleted after I had it almost finished! -_- but i rewrote it and it didn't turn out that bad... I hope... and again there's a bit of fluff in the end! :3 hope you enjoy... haha I was so furious at the beginning of the chapter bc I had to rewrite it! :o hope I didn't ruin it o.o let me know what you think and pls vote

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