"W-Why Did Y-You Help M-Me?"

Chapter 3

.:Marcel's POV:.

I absolutely love this song Happily by City Walkers.

But for some reason I have a weird feeling I'm being watched, like you know when someone's watching you because you can actually feel the gaze, yeah that

I turned around thinking it was my mum just watching me sing like she does every now and then, but it wasn't.

Cause she should've gone to work by now

I turned a little to the side and out the window that stood before me.

It was the boy from school and this morning, he was practically glaring at me.

I felt my face reddened and quickly looked away.

Apparently that gave him a sign saying I saw him looking at me so he closed his window and pulled the curtains down blocking out the world.

I then decided to do the same

It was getting late anyway

I took a quick shower and laid in my bed just staring at my ceiling

I didn't want to think at the moment

But all I seemed to be doing was thinking

So I just decided to take a nap

But I ended up sleeping through the whole night

/next day after school\

Today was a rather quiet day at school, I mean I got glares from Zayn, laughed a little by Liam, pity looks from Niall, and got ignored from the guy from the window

ding ding

My phone went off

I unplugged it from it's charger

Horan :)

iMessage

I looked at my screen a little confused but opened it

hey I was wondering if I could swing by

.:Louis' POV:.

I'm just in my room when my phone starts ringing

Zaynie

I answered wondering what he could want.

"Hello"

"Louis I'm a fuck up aren't I?"

"What, Zayn where did you get this idea fr- Zayn are you drunk?"

"Louis I'm a fuck up he doesn't want me anymore, I'm ganna go drink more okay? bye Louis"

"Za-"

The dial tone went off signaling the call had ended.

What does he mean 'he doesn't want me anymore' what happened?

EARLIER

.:Niall's POV:.

I was walking to Zayn's car when I had left Marcel from helping him with his locker considering he was still new, that's when I saw the tight ponytailed, airhead of a cheerleader Brittany talking to Zayn.

He wasn't even paying attention to her just staring down at his phone.

I reached the car and slung my arm on her shoulders which stopped her from talking, god knows what this girl could have been yapping about.