Three Way Relationship

1-Who We Are

Justin: 16, Sweet, cheeky, prankster, a little bit of a bad-boy.
Niall: 18, Talks like a sailor, cute, adorable, loves food, other than the bad mouth, he's rather innocent.
Zayn: 18, Protective, short-tempered, affectionate, bossy, caring... he takes lead role.

The three love each other more than anyone can understand, its them against the world.

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Justin's POV

The constant spit-balls, scrunched paper, pens and erasers thrown at me during English drove me a little angry.

I wasn't a loser, but I did get bullied for my way of life.

I had not one, but two boyfriends, and we were in love, but people didn't see it that way, instead they saw it as us being a disgusting three-way group.

But it wasn't like that, I had a bubbly, blonde haired, blue eyed boyfriend, Niall, and another Dark raven haired, brown eyed, protective and caring boyfriend, Zayn.

I know I love them, even if I'm young.

People just couldn't understand, or respect that.

They thought we had no boundries, or restrictions. They thought we were basically man-whore's who went for everyone and anything.

It was utter bull because we had boundries, we were like a normal couple, just with three not two.

I treated Niall and Zayn like a normal boyfriend would. I didn't cheat in them, I didn't disrespect either of them, and all the faith I had went to them.

I always got jealous if anyone looked at my boyfriends with a flirt like look.

They were mine, I was theirs.

Simple as that.

The bell sounded for home-time, and I was the first to shove my books and utensils in my bag. I ran out to avoid any bullying.

I currently went to a school without Niall and Zayn, since they went to the same one together.

It was hard for me, but my parents wouldn't allow me to change school's.

Even though my parents were very against the idea of me having two boyfriends, but they still cared about me.

I lived with Zayn and Niall at a flat near my parents house. Zayn owned the flat. His parents weren't happy about him being gay, and having a three-way fling with Ni and I.

But surprisingly, Niall's mum and Dad were very caring about our feelings, and somewhat accepted it.

I loved them like my own family.

As I walked home, I felt two hands on my shoulders before I was forcefully pushed to the ground.

My jaw hit the dirt, a rock cutting my lip and my nose hitting some object.

I gasped, pushing myself up to my knees.

"Freak." Someone from my school laughed as he ran off.

Great.

I wasn't one to cry over those things, but I did get upset.

I got to my feet, fixing my clothes and continuing to walk home.

Niall and Zayn were able to drive home after school, but I never got a lift from them because I didn't want to wait at school to be picked up. Who knows what would happen if I did that.

I'd probably be beaten and put on a stick.

I sighed, relieved once I saw the building that I lived in.