Fools In Love *Ziall Fanfiction* (Finished)

Chapter 23

Niall's P.O.V.:

When I walked into school the next day I immediately knew that something was different.

It was quiet.

Way too quiet.

There were still a few people talking, but most of them were looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite define. Some of them were even whispering to each other.

I knew this could only mean one thing, Harry and/or Louis told someone.

As I looked through the crowded hallway I wasn't able to find any of my 'supposed to be' friends and neither did I spot Zayn.

Where were they?

I noticed that a few people were still weirdly looking at me, making me feel uncomfortable. I quickly put my head down and made my way through the students to my locker.

As soon as I started walking again, people started talking again. I let out a relieved puff of air, thankful that there wasn't an awkward silence hanging in the air any more.

I was just about to get my things out of my locker when got slammed shut right before my nose.

Behind me I heard laughter.

I closed my eyes for a second, praying that I wouldn't get killed, before turning around.

I came face to face with none other than Luke Hemsworth aka the schools badboy. Okay he wasn't really a badboy. He was just plain evil and incredibly dumb. If he didn't like someone he would say it straight to their face and punch them, no matter how small or big this person was.

I never imagined me being one of the person he would throw a punch at. I always tried to be nice to everyone, maybe not to all teachers, but definitely to all students here at this school.

Why did Harry and Louis have to tell anyone? Didn't they even think about the consequences for one second?

Maybe they did, said a voice n the back of my head. Maybe they thought being gay was wrong and disgusting. But that wouldn't make any sense. Louis' cousin was gay and the got on just fine.

I was brought back to reality by a fist colliding with my face, my nose to be exact. I let out a surprised yelp and fell to the ground.

Never had I been punched like this before. It hurt like a fucking bitch, excuse my language.

“Don't fucking ignore me when I'm talking to you, you little fag! Got that?” I heard Luke yell at me.

He was talking to me? Dear lord, I was in some deep shit.

“What did I just say?” I felt my head being yanked back by my hair, making me look up at Luke's angry face, his eyes clearly held pure distaste as he looked looked me in the eyes.

“S-sorry.” I stuttered timidly, my nose aching as I moved my lips. Damn he definitely knew how to punch the proper way.

“Come on Luke. He's not worth it. Leave him alone.” I looked behind Luke to see who had said that. My eyes fell upon the face of Collin Baily.

What the hell? Collin Baily was defending me?

Maybe he really was secretly gay? No, rather bisexual.

Before I could form another thought I saw Luke's fist coming at my face again. I didn't even have the chance to back out.

He punched me straight in the nose for the second time this morning. For a few seconds my sight got a bit blurry.

I heard Luke mutter a short “Whatever” and the next thing I know, they were walking of.

I noticed that the halls were already empty. I shakily stood up and picked up my bag.