Liam went home and kept thinking about everything he came to know and saw today. So Niall had had a brother who died of cancer two years ago. The boy looked ever more ruined then before, less in reality, more off in his own world. Plus, he still had to find out what was going on at home..
Then Liam remembered Zayn talking to Nick in the hallway. He stood up from his couch to grab his laptop and turned it on as he went to twitter. It wouldn't be too hard to find Niall's account, now would it?
It took him five minutes to track it down and he was shocked. He was shocked to see what got written to him.
@Niall_Horan ur such a faggot. Go kill urself.
@Niall_Horan maths isn't the only thing you suck at, you suck at everything.
@Niall_Horan had a 10 for his music project. Bet he hooked up with Tomlinson to get a high grade like that, because hell, he wouldn't be able to get a 1 with that voice of him.
@Niall_Horan is such a waste of space. Who agrees?!
This was worse. He felt bad for Niall and so dissapointed in his students. What was the point of writing such comments to someone? Liam scrolled down the pages and read everything they wrote, making screenshots so he had proof of what happend. He decided not to react because a teacher getting involved might only make things worse.
He was defenitly going to talk to Niall next monday. He wanted to help him and he would.
Niall sat behind his computer. The tweets had been going on all weekend and even at monday morning his bullies would be over-active.
He had given in again last night. The razor became his friend again and as much as he knew it was wrong, he couldn't stop himself.
Niall had a very low self-confidence. His dad would nag at him all the time, call him the worst names and tell him exact what his bullies told him. If everyone said so, it must be the truth right?
It was back then in Ireland and it still was, because the truth didn't change, did it?
He turned off his computer and walked over to his desk as he grabbed his maths books and everything he needed. He had studied before he had totally lost it, but knew it wouldn't make any sense because he'd fuck up anyways.
The bullies seemed to work as a distraction for not thinking about his teacher though, but he wasn't sure which one was worse.
He took his phone as he noticed Perrie had texted him:
To Niall:
Hi Nialler! I called in ill today, so I won't be at school. Good luck with your maths test xx
From Niall:
Get better fast xx
He sighed. Great.. So now he'd be alone too.
He went to school as he arrived after the normal 30 minutes of walking. He was hot, because it was another hot day and he was wearing a t-shirt with a sweater over it. He had thought it would be colder and well, now she was screwed.
The bell rang as soon as he entered so he walked straight up to the maths class. He wasn't the first one to arrive and luckily not the last one either. When everyone was in mister Payne walked around with the tests and gave one to each student.
After five minutes of staring at one question he knew this was compleetly hopeless. He didn't get it and he'd never get it. Atleast not without tutoring and he'd never get that again. Or well, so he was convinced.
