No Sound. {Punk Liam | Deaf Zayn} WRITTEN BY adorinjustin

Chapter 1

Liam Payne: Punk 

Zayn Malik: deaf (he can talk, he just can't hear) xx

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*LIAMS POINT OF VIEW*

I woke up to the sound of my mother screaming downstairs, yelling for me to wake up. 

I groaned into my pillow, "Fuck off, mum." I whispered to myself.

I then heard my mother walking up the stairs, the next thing I know, she slams the door open. "Liam James Payne! If you don't get up right now, I swear to God I will-" I stood up quickly, I'm not afraid of her or anything, I just don't want to argue at this time of the morning.

She smiled, "Good. Now get ready for school, we have a new neighbor and she has a son that's a bit younger than you, but you two go to the same school."

I moaned, stomping my feet as if I were a five year old arguing, "Noooo."

She sighed, "Liam, please... Just give the kid a chance. He needs someone to show him around the school!" 

I sat back down on the bed, "Then get someone else to show him around."

"No, Liam. You're showing him around and that's fina;! Now, if you're not downstairs in the next 10 minutes I will come back up here and-"

I sighed, "I know, I know. You tell me this every morning."

She sighed, and walked out of my room.

When she closed the door, I sighed also. I rubbed the front of my head, then touched my collarbone. I felt pain in my collarbone, oddly.

But then I remembered why it was hurting. I had just now got a new tattoo yesterday.

It's just a simple tattoo that was an arrow. It's on my collarbone, and it's my 35th tattoo.

You can say I'm addicted to tattoos.

I stood up stretching my whole body, letting out noises that didn't sound so human like. I bent down and started digging through a pile of clothes that was laying on the floor.  I grabbed a shirt that was black and was a low-cut, that showed off my new tattoo, and a pair of black skinny jeans.

After I put my clothes on, I brushed my teeth.

When I got done with all the shit I usually did, I walked down stairs. "Hello, Liam." My mum said, 

I sat down. "What do you want?" I asked, reaching out for an apple.

"For you to show the new kid around." She said.

I laughed. "No, if he's a dork then I don't want no part of him. Wouldn't that make me lose my repetition?" I said, taking a bite of an apple.

"Look, Liam. Give him a chance! You don't even know what he looks like, or what he's like! I've only talked to his mother, and he sounds like a nice lad!" 

I sighed, standing up. "No."

Mum sighed, and then walked to the front door, I didn't bother asking where she was going. Instead, I got my iPhone out and looked at the time.. It was 6:40 A.M. I usually get there at about 7:00 so I could chill with Harry in our usual spot.

Usually, Harry gets there before me.

Let's see if I can get there before him! 

I smirked to myself and stood up, and grabbed my bad. I threw it over my shoulder and headed out the door.

I walked passed my mum and two other people. One woman who looked about in her 30s-40s and a young boy who looked about 16-17, he was alright looking, but he could still be a dork or weird. I'm guessing they're the new neighbors, because, I've never noticed them.