Broken Love (Niam)

Chapter 3

*Niall's P.O.V*

I walked in the classroom, and my eyes immediately connected with the brown eyes I saw earlier.

Oh dear.

It's Liam Payne.

One of my bullies.

I wanted to faint. My eyes went wide with terror, and I slowly found my way to a chair on the opposite side of the room, while we were still making eye contact. I may have looked calm on the outside, but trust me, I was more freaked out than I had ever been in my entire life.

As I sat down, he gave me a look that could only be described as Why are you here? A question both of us were asking each other. 

Louis noticed my stunned look and followed the direction my eyes were going in, towards Liam.

"Oh my gosh, is that-"

"Yes." I said, cutting him off.

"Well, you should just ignore him. If he bothers you, report it to the teacher."

"Louis, it's not that simple, I can't just ignore him. I can't just ignore my problems if they're in my class and I can't get rid of them." I said, contradicting him.

"You could if you tried." he fires back.

"Louis, if I could ignore my problems, I would. I can't do that if their eyes are burning into my head all during class."

Louis sat down right behind me. I could still feel Liam's eyes drilling their way into my skull. What does he want from me? He got enough enjoyment from torturing me all during 6th grade. Can't he just let it go? I wondered.

The bell broke me out of my thoughts. Ms. Kassey entered the room. She was a decent looking woman, about 5'4, guessing her height. She had short, straight, dark brown hair going down to her shoulders. She wore glasses with a black frame. She was wearing a light gray flannel blouse, with sleeves down to the elbow. She had on a deep red pencil skirt going down to her knees. Her shoes were dark black ballet flats. She was nice looking, until she opened up her mouth.

"Students, quiet down, it's only the beginning of the first day, do I need to already give out detention slips?" -the class falls silent-

"Good. Now, firstly, your behaviour will not be tolerated. I expect good behaviour out of all of you. Don't think I will not punish you for talking during my class."

As she continued talking, I found myself in a daydream. The entire time, I was thinking about Liam. Why was I daydreaming about a guy that used to beat me up? I wondered to myself. He did beat me up. I was beginning to think about the good that I rarely saw of him. I remember how he used to be smiling all of the time. His perfect smile. Wait...what? His perfect smile? I never thought that about Liam. That is...after he started beating me up.

I remember how the beatings started. He found out that I was gay. (A/N: I know..I forgot to mention that Niall was gay. Sorry loves! Well, he is gay. Just saying. Ok, sorry to interrupt, you may continue reading) He walked up to me one day while I was getting my stuff.

"Hey, fag." he sneered.

"..What?" I responded, quietly.

"You think I don't know? I heard that you've turned homo." he pushed me up against a locker.

"You know I don't appreciate gays?" he looked me in the eye and pushed me to the ground. I quickly became the weaker man, fighting to get up as his monstrous figure loomed over me with his foot on my back.

"What? Too wimpy to get up? Fag." He kicked me in the stomach and walked away, leaving me in a cradled position with my eyes leaking.

I came out of my flashback and looked around. Nobody had noticed that I wasn't even paying attention. Thank God. I looked over to where Liam was sitting. His eyes locked with mine. This time, it wasn't anger burning his eyes.

It was sorrow.